Chapter 2: a little dream and goal

Big Brother, I just commented a few words casually. Although the words are sharper, the words are a bit poisonous, and there are dozens of restaurants closed... But you are deliberately getting a system to force me to be a chef! ! !
When I thought of being supervised by a system to cook, McGon felt a little collapse. If I could do something that I could eat every day, people would say that they would grow into a generation of kitchen gods!
Kitchen God? You are teasing me! McGonagall wants to swear.
"Father, are you still uncomfortable?" Amy reached out and touched Meg's face. She asked a little worried. She felt that today's father seems to be a little different from before, but can't say where it is. Different.
Feeling the warm touch on his face, McGonagall returned to his heart, tried to calm down his feelings, re-squeeze a little smile, recalled, and found the last two copper coins from his arms and put them on Amy's hand. "Millet, you go buy two crisp cookies, we don't cook tonight."
"Really! Xiaomi likes to eat sweet shortbread!" Amy’s face suddenly showed a surprise smile. The little hand licked two copper coins and climbed from the bed to hold Meg’s face and take a small step. The short legs jumped from the bed, put on the shoes and ran outside the door.
McGonagall looked at Amy who disappeared at the door. Somehow it hurts. Sweet shortbread is a kind of coarse grain cake with a copper coin. But in the past two years, their father and daughter only rely on McGill Alex to pick up a point in the guild. The miscellaneous work barely passed the day, and the sweet shortbread was only for the festival, and McGonagall would buy one for Amy.
Amy is also very clever and sensible. Although she wants to eat, she never asks for it.
But this system has no head and no words to say where to go again?
McGonton stood up in bed and stood up. He dragged the sandals on the ground and walked to the front of a broken bronze mirror on the wall, and looked at his appearance.
Because of malnutrition and long-term sun exposure, the skin is a bit yellowish, and the appearance is similar to that of his previous life, but the long brown hair is curled up behind his head, and his face looks awkward and looks awkward.
This is a waste of a good foundation, McGonagall can not help but spit out, going out will scare the children, there is such a cute little luoli at home, do not know to clean up a little clean.
After the experience of the predecessor, he almost gave up on himself. If it was not because of Amy’s existence, he might choose to end his glory for the night three years ago.
The little guy followed you but suffered a lot, and let me make up for it later! McGonagall clenched his fist, but there was a feeling that he could not make up his strength.
Broken hands and feet can't make a difference, and McGonagall feels like a waste person, even making a fist is difficult.
Now the situation at home can only be described by the walls of the family. There is only one bed in the room. The only small blanket on the bed is covered by Amy when she sleeps.
Don't say anything about the kitchen god, the last two copper coins are spent, and eating tomorrow is a problem. It seems that the key to solving the problem is still on the system.

The first task of the system is to release: own a restaurant of its own, the host only needs to provide the restaurant land, and the system will be completely renovated according to the style chosen by the host. The task is limited to three days, after the completion, there will be rewards, and the failure will be affected. Punishment." Just then, the neutral voice of the system sounded again.
Have a restaurant? McGonagall stunned, and when he heard the back of the system, he was beaming and suddenly felt that the system was not so unreliable.
Although the predecessor mixed a bit miserable, but the most reliable point is probably after the city of chaos, the first thing is to buy this two-story small building, although it is a two-story small building, the location is also In the corner of Aden Square, but the whole building is his.
And although it is a bit off here, but the first floor as a storefront is still ok, before someone asked for rent, but they were rejected by the dead brain of the predecessor, otherwise it would not be mixed with a sweet and short biscuit with a copper coin. The point of the product.
Meg slowly lowered the wall and the wooden floor creaked because of the age. Even a few steps of the stairs had been damaged, and it was completely a dangerous building.
It’s hard to go downstairs and stop breathing. This physical quality is really bad. I was able to tear the orc in the past, but now I have to stop for a few steps. Meg suddenly understands why he chooses to give up. It is him, and it is estimated that there is no courage to live.
"System, after completing the task, is there a reward for improving the body?" McGonagall asked in his heart, subconsciously holding his fist.
"Now not." The cold sound of the system sounded.
If you don't have it now, is it possible to say that there may be in the future? McGonagall’s eyes suddenly brightened. If he was allowed to continue living with this body, he was not sure how long he could persist, but if the system could restore his body, he would not be able to reach the level of the first knight and be able to live normally. Just fine.
Past money, women, rights... He has all the heights that others can't climb for a lifetime. When he was born, he stood there, so after a long time after the age of 30, he began to think about life and wanted to know. I really want what I want, but I can't find my goal.
At that time, commenting on food and restaurants was one of his most intriguing things. He was even a bit nitpicking, and his tongue was addictive, but he was so quick that he would only feel more empty when he looked at those comments.
But now it is different. He has a lovely daughter who lives at the bottom of the society. Whether it is to restore the body or give her daughter a better life, learning to cook and then open a restaurant is a long-term effort.
The dreams and goals are suddenly clear, and McGonagall has the feeling that the heart suddenly starts to jump.
The nobles lined up with long lines, and the elves ignored the shackles. The dragons were holding the colander around the hot pot. The devils ate the lovely dumplings... The McGee brain made up the picture and suddenly found it more interesting. It is.
The space on the first floor is not small. The middle half of the wall is removed. There are nearly eighty square meters of space. There are some wood and other debris on the ground. There is also a black lacquered kitchen in the back.
This kind of space is actually idle and not willing to rent out. If you are poor, you can't blame God... Meg shakes his head, but the predecessors plant trees, and the descendants take the cold, at least the conditions of the first task have been met, directly In my heart, I said, "Provide a restaurant for a piece of land."
The system has detected that the property ownership of the house belongs to the host, the geographical location is in line with the conditions for opening the restaurant, and the task is completed. Please choose the restaurant decoration style.
The sound of the system sounded, and a row of 3D pictures suddenly appeared in Meg's mind. Chinese classical style, rural style, western style of restaurant... Anyway, as long as it is a style on the market, it can be found on the top, so that Meg has some Looked at the eyes.
"Since the grievances of those chefs brought me here, the school must be their dishes. This is definitely based on Chinese restaurants, but I have also visited a lot of Western restaurants, as well as various net reds. Shop, I don’t know how much will appear in the future.
McGonagall did not rush to choose.
After careful analysis, McGonagall felt that he could not fix a certain style of style. Otherwise, a quaint Chinese restaurant would come up with a plate of cutlery and forks. It must have been sprayed in the dead before.
Simple and comfortable, then it is best to accommodate more guests. He has some expectations of the entire restaurant full of guests.
This is it!
McGonagall looked at a restaurant with a few classical European styles. The overall color of the restaurant was brown, decorated with some exquisite patterns, hanging European-style lamps. The table was the simplest brown log for four people. The square table, the matching wooden chair without armrests, is attached to the counter and has a single long table with a counter. It is easy to put down 16 tables and you can sit on many people at a glance.
The long counter is a semi-open kitchen, and the transparent glass can be seen from the kitchen, but the height of the glass is good enough to block the gaze of the stove.
The overall style is simple and atmospheric, enough to be compatible with any cuisine, even if you are sitting on a string of bragging, there is no sense of violation.
"Perfect!" McGonagall was satisfied with his head, was preparing to make a decision, and hesitated: "System, restaurant renovation including the second floor?"