Chapter 215: An oily prawns, a green pepper scrambled egg (additional 6/9 for the tributary master!)

"Wait, what did you just say in the system?" McGonagall groaned and asked with hesitation.
"Congratulations to the host, three consecutive questions trigger a new mission! Please host a wild flaming chicken within 24 hours! Note, it is personally captured, not purchased! Mission success reward: Phnom Penh kitchen knife! Unlock the yellow chicken Required ingredients and kitchen utensils. Mission failure penalty: .5 physical quality points." The system repeats.
"Not this sentence, the last sentence." McGonagall shook his head.
"Not at all." The system repeated.
"No, okay, it seems that I had a good dream last night. I still have a good business today." McGonagall smiled and closed the refrigerator door, turned and picked up a cup, poured a glass of water and took a puff. Shocked.
"The trough! This system is awkward in the early morning, it was a happy heart. Suddenly such a stimulating task was thrown over. I didn't even think about his feelings!" Meg heart, mmp, I didn't expect this system to be shameless. To this extent.
It’s no wonder that the system was a bit strange when I was at the trial site yesterday. It’s not the same as usual. After the mission was successful yesterday, the system did not give him the permission to use the kitchen utensils and the purchase rights of the ingredients. Instead, he deliberately dug a pit and left it today to let him step on it.
The flaming chicken is a first-class Warcraft, and it is still living in the wild. Let’s not say whether McGonagall can beat a fighting chicken now. The task time completed in the 24 hours is also a big pit. Is it true? Today, he casually closed the door and ran to kill the chicken?
No, it is to catch the flaming chicken!
Anyway, he has already felt the anger of the diners, and I wonder if some militants can't help but throw bricks at his glass? Because losing a letter to someone who lost some of the guests is not worth the loss. Although the restaurant is now completely free of guests, but as a good boss of Chen Xinwei, I still have some troubles.
"The mission has been released, the twenty-four hour countdown begins, please host the task as soon as possible!" The system sounded sound, and finally silently followed: "Also, please do not insult my IQ."
"System, what book have you read recently?" McGonagall asked quietly.
"The self-cultivation of the actor." The system answered seriously.
"You are a good show!" McGonagall left the anger, looked at the twenty-four hour countdown in his mind that had begun to beat, and suddenly he was anxious.
The flamingo is not very worried about his fight. He said that his body is now back to normal. With a handful of weapons, it should not be a problem for a flamingo.
The pigeons are not a day, and the conscience is so boring and it will not hurt.
But yesterday promised Amy, I will give him a lot of meat for breakfast this morning, and the result is completely blown up now. It is difficult for a clever woman to be without rice!
Thinking of Amy’s resentful eyes, Meg couldn’t help but take a step in the restaurant and suddenly stood still:
System, do you sell simmered chicken rice?


There is no food production line built in this system, and no finished food can be provided.
The system replied seriously.
"That... Do you want to go to the earth to give me a takeaway? I will definitely not give you less if I run the leg." McGonagall didn't want to give up.
"The errands cost of a time and space transmission, you can't afford it." The system is calm.
"How much?" McGonagall did not give up.
"Five thousand gold coins." The system replied.
"Then let's talk about buying kitchen knives and kitchen utensils, let's say, how much is it?" McGonagall rolled his eyes, 50,000 gold coins, and now he can't get rid of him.
"This... you can't afford it." The system has already begun to show the meaning of the villain.
"Count you." McGrath sat down in a chair and fell into meditation.
The countdown in my mind is still beating, listening to the tone of the system, sheet metal is not impossible to solve the problem, the problem is that he has no money.
This is really a sad story...
In order to prove that selling vegetables is not easy to provoke, the system has begun to try to resist?
It seems that this flaming chicken is a must to catch, this guest must also be a pigeon, but Amy does not want to casually perfuse the past, seriously thinking for a while, suddenly asked: "System, the ingredients in the refrigerator Can I buy it for free?"
"This system does not recommend the host to study the recipes. You are still in the rookie stage. The dishes you make yourself are not worthy of the restaurant's grades. It may reduce the style of the restaurant and cause disgusting guests. Also..." The system is against it.
"As long as I can match my father's love for Amy is enough." McGonagall lowered the cup in his hand and got up and walked toward the kitchen, as he said in the apron.
"A oily prawns, a green pepper and scrambled eggs, but unfortunately braised pork does not know what to do, but it should be good to cut a braised pork." McGonagall whispered and walked toward the kitchen.
"Stay..." The system still wants to talk.
"System, no more nonsense I will not upgrade lv2 in my life." McGonagall treated the marinated pork belly while calming.
The system immediately fell silent.
The pork belly is not cut much, because it only takes two people to eat in the morning. Maggie specifically cuts a little lean meat to avoid too much fat.
The rest are thrown into the refrigerator, let the system look at it, and make sure to continue using it tomorrow morning.
"Good incense! Father, what are you doing delicious?" Amy didn't know when to hold the ugly duckling down the stairs, and put on the little wizard's robe, silver hair was scattered, tilted up The roots were full of surprises and curiosity, and asked McGonagall, who was stirring the pot.
"You sit and wait for a while and you know." McGonagall looked back at Amy and said with a smile.
"Well." Amy nodded and sat back in her seat, looking forward to the direction of the kitchen.
The red prawns in the pot exudes a tempting aroma. The cooking method McGee generally refers to the yellow pheasant, but the sugar is placed less, without the side dish, only the simple spices such as ginger, garlic and pepper are added. Pour the soy sauce over the lid for a while, and put it neatly in the tray, and a plate of oily prawns is finished.
After washing the pot, McGonagall made a green pepper scrambled egg, golden yellow egg with green green pepper, and it looks very appetizing.
The braised pork is also good. It is cut into thin pieces and served with a small sauce of sour sauce. McGonagall has three dishes and two bowls of white rice out of the kitchen.
"Wow, father, adults, what are these dishes? Are you thinking of it last night?" Amy looked at the light, and the dish in the McGonagall tray was full of surprises.