Chapter 2115: Please be a man...

"This one……"
McGonagall really didn't know how to describe it.
The snails are all weird and weird, and they look similar, but in fact there are many huge differences.
But it is a good thing for Amy to have a thirst for knowledge, and of course to satisfy her curiosity as a father.
"System, I need a bit of strange knowledge." McGonagall said in his heart.
"There are many types of snails, most of which are toxic and inedible. The edible snails on Earth, such as French snails, garden snails and agate snails, are temporarily unknown on the continent of Nolan.
The shells of French snails are spherical, with thick shells, yellow-brown and shiny surfaces, and there are many dark-brown bands..."
After some indoctrination of the system.
"Strange knowledge has increased again." McGonagall absorbed it a little, and then began to relay it to Amy.
Amy listened carefully, and after a while, he asked: "The poisonous snails are not edible, and the non-poisonous snails are edible. I will give the snails to the ugly duckling first. If the ugly duckling is fine, then there is no Poisonous snails are edible, right?"
The ugly duckling, who was squatting on the side looking at the soup dumplings in Amy's plate, stared, quickly stood up, and slowly backed away.
Something is wrong with you!
"It sounds so reasonable, but it's not like that." McGonagall smiled and shook his head. "It won't die if you eat it, and it can be cooked into a delicious food. There is a big difference between the two. difference.
For example, if we eat the leaves of the big tree at the door, it will not die, but the leaves cannot be used as ingredients to make delicious food. "
Amy listened carefully.
"Snails are like this. Maybe it is not toxic, but its taste is bad, or it has a taste that is difficult to eat. Such snails cannot be called edible snails." McGonagall continued.
"That's it..." Amy nodded thoughtfully, took a bite of the bun, and was a bit distressed: "Then where can I find an edible snail?"
McGonagall looked at Amy, his brows frowned, and he quickly relaxed again. He knew that the little guy must have received a new system task, and it must be related to finding an edible snail.
"This is really an idle system." McGonagall said in his heart, and then asked in his heart: "System, I want to order a French snail."
"No." The system responded simply and quickly.
"Other edible snails will do." McGonagall continued.
"Please don't try to interfere with the tasks issued by other systems. This is not conducive to the system's tuning of the host." The system warned.
"I'm helping Amy to tune her system. The system does not exist." McGonagall said leisurely.
"Please be a man..."
"You just say you can't sell it, Xiaoye has money today. As long as it is an edible snail, 100 copper coins, I will buy it for you without any ambiguity." McGonagall said broadly.
"The host has not yet obtained the permission to open the food, please keep working hard! Or add more!" the system solemnly said.
"101, there can be no more." McGonagall said decisively.
"As long as it is edible, a 101 copper coin, right?" the system confirmed.
"Correct."
"Ding! 101 copper coins deducted successfully!"
"The host, please go to the backyard immediately. There is a tawny snail at the root of the third sweet-scented osmanthus tree. It is non-toxic and edible." The system's cheerful voice sounded.
Fuck!
McGonagall's expression froze suddenly. He just vowed to say that snails in the backyard must not be eaten, but now he wants to take Amy to the backyard to find edible snails?
This face slap was like a tornado, which made him feel uncomfortable for a while.
He even wondered if the snail was deliberately put in the backyard by the system.
"Seriously remind the host that it is a living snail that is moving slowly. If the snail disappears because the host is too late to catch it, it has nothing to do with this system." The system reminded.
"My father, do you know?" Amy looked at McGonagall for help, staring at him with cute big eyes.
"Well, there is no way to refuse." McGonagall sighed in his heart, put down the knife in his hand, got up and smiled: "Let's go to the backyard and have a look, maybe there is it there."
Amy sucked up the soup in the platter, but didn't move her feet. Instead, she raised her head and looked at McGonagall in confusion: "But... didn't you just say that the snails in the backyard must not be eaten?"
"Uh..." McGonagall's expression was slightly embarrassed, and sure enough, sometimes he couldn't talk too much.
But McGonagall quickly returned to smile and indifferent, and nodded slightly: "Well, I think I was sloppy just now. I should check it on the spot to be sure. Maybe a new snail is here today."
"Well, my father is really strict." Amy nodded, and his little hand reached out to grab Amy's two fingers, and happily followed McGonagall to the backyard.
The backyard of the tavern is not big, that is, a small flower garden. It was remodeled by Irina a few days ago, adding a heat-preserving magic cover, planting some flowers and plants, and the original three osmanthus trees have been preserved.
When the door was opened, the fragrance of flowers wafted, which made people feel refreshed.
Comfortable temperature, flowers and plants, all kinds of insects and beasts will naturally be abundant.
As soon as McGonagall went out, he saw three small snails hanging in the damp corner of the wall.
"There!" Amy also noticed the three snails, and quickly stepped forward and squatted down to observe for a while, then looked back at McGonagall, "Father, they all seem to be able to eat."
"Obviously it doesn't match the characteristics I just mentioned?!" McGonagall stepped forward and glanced at the three ordinary snails. They were horribly creamy and shook his head quickly: "No, they can't eat it, we Look for it again, usually they hide at the roots of trees."
"Okay, let you go for now." Amy said to the three snails, and then ran to the three sweet-scented osmanthus trees to look for them seriously.
"Ah this?"
McGonagall had noticed the huge yellow-brown snail at the root of the third sweet-scented osmanthus tree. It was about the size of an adult's slap. It was bright yellow-brown, and it was round and round, but looked like a conch.
"Wow! What a big snail!"
Amy also noticed the snail and trot over and squatted down.
The snail seemed to feel the danger, turned frantically and crawled up the trunk.
"Want to run?" Amy slapped it down.
The snail swished all the tentacles back into the shell.
"Father, can this snail be eaten?" Amy practiced holding the big snail, looked at McGonagall expectantly and asked, this is the biggest snail she has ever seen.
"Well, this should be an edible snail." McGonagall nodded. This snail looks similar to French snails in terms of size and appearance. It must be the snail that the system said.
"This is a snail. The meat is sour and poisonous. It can't be eaten." Irina didn't know when she appeared at the door, leaning lazily on the door frame, looking at the snail in Amy's hand.