Chapter 3: I will give you a magic (seeking collection~)

The sound of the system: The system only provides restaurant decoration, not including the area outside the restaurant.
McGonagall habitually touched his chin with his right hand, looked at the broken stairs and the dark second floor, and thought of the bed with a little straw. This night, I couldn’t live, I couldn’t let my baby daughter suffer again. It is necessary to improve the quality of life in the evening.
Moreover, he did not feel too much hostility in this system. The so-called punishment should be more to supervise his efforts to learn to cook and to reach the kitchen task as soon as possible.
If this is the case... Meg’s eyes turned, and in his heart, it’s indifferent:
System, I think you’re not right. I’m offering this small building as a restaurant, you’re sure to As a whole, I can't accept the restaurant with such a style that is not uniform. And the second floor is not renovated and reinforced. If you drop a brick to kill the guest, the trouble can be big. If you don't die, it will be more troublesome. Well, maybe I was killed by a guy who couldn’t die. Then what to cook, what to cook? You can do it yourself."
The system was in silence, and it seemed to be thinking. After a while, the voice of the system sounded again: "In view of the high risk level of the building, the system analysis decided to rebuild the small building and carry out the renovation, please confirm the decoration style."
In the heart of McGonagall, the system is still negotiable. If it is led by the nose, it will be boring, but it is quite calm on the surface.
The decoration style of the restaurant has been fixed, and the decoration style of the second floor is chosen to be almost the same as that of his previous home. It is low-key, luxurious and comfortable. There are three rooms on the second floor, one toilet and one bathroom. The room of the rice was chosen in a tender pink style, which was confirmed directly by the system.
The sound of the system sounded: "The time required to rebuild the decoration is 30 seconds. Please leave the room, and count down the time to start..."
Thirty seconds is enough! McGonagall stunned, but after hearing the countdown of sixty seconds, he quickly moved slowly toward the door. It was a little difficult to cross the threshold and turn it back to close the door. The sky outside was dark.
"Father, are you coming to pick up Amy?" Amy's soft voice rang from behind.
McGonagall turned back, Amy was holding two yellow-brown cakes in one hand, looking up at him with his head up, his long eyelashes fluttering, his face full of joy and joy, and his father had never come out to pick it up. I passed her, but today it seems to have come downstairs to pick her up at the door.
"Yeah, I am coming to pick up Xiaomi, and I have to change Xiaomi into a magic." McGonagall smiled and took Amy into his arms and hugged it gently.
"Magic?" Amy looked up at Meg with some doubts, and soon her eyes turned bright: "Is it magic? Can a father become a lot of delicious?"
"Well, yes, my father wants to change Xiaomi into a beautiful big house, and there is a beautiful restaurant. I will do a lot of delicious food for you every day." McGonagall said softly, it was a snack.

Really?
Amy opened her mouth slightly and seemed unbelievable.
"Close your eyes and count down thirty." McGonagall nodded.
"Thirty, twenty-nine..." Amy closed her eyes and counted.
Meg looked softly at Amy, listening to her soft voice counted down, the ground was shaking slightly, and there were several sounds coming from behind, but did not look back.
Countdown to thirty, the blink of an eye will pass.
Amy opened her eyes and her face was full of expectation.
"Below, let's take a look at our new home." McGonagall took over two sweet shortbreads from Amy's hand and took her little hand to get up. It was also some looking forward to look in the direction of the small building.
A beam of warm light shone from the position of the door, just fell to the big and small figure standing at the door.
"Wow~~" Amy’s mouth was wide open, and she suddenly looked like a house. In the light, the magnificent palace like a palace stunned for a while, then turned to look at the side of McGonagall’s happy call: "Father, is this really what you have changed? A beautiful house like the Crystal Palace! There are stones that will shine! My father is amazing!"
"Well, here is our home in the future, and it will be a restaurant." Meg smiled and nodded, and it was better to be adored by her little girl than anything else.
It is still a two-story building, but this will have changed from a crumbling two-storey log cabin to a European-style two-storey villa. The side of the square is a floor-to-ceiling window. From the outside, you can see the European crystal chandelier shining. The restaurant is comfortable and stylish.
However, because the previous shaking seemed to cause some small disturbances, McGonagall took Amy's hand and pushed in the door and said: "Let's go home first, and those things will wait for your father to tell you slowly."
"Well, my father is the best!" Amy licked Meg's hand with her head and jumped into the door happily.
McGonagall shut the lights outside the door, just as the two entered the door, and next to the house, he walked out of a bearded dwarf, drunk and looked around, muttering: "Which idiot trolls ran here Come and dance! Damn guys, let's not let people sleep..." After that, they went back again and slammed the door.
"Father... Is this really our home?" Amy stood at the door, looked at the glorious restaurant, looked up at Meg, and still couldn't believe it.
She has never seen such a beautiful house, smooth and smooth floor, beautiful crystal chandeliers, neatly placed new tables and chairs, a delicate cutlery box on the table, and a more than her inside. There is still a long counter, and there is a room in the counter, but she can't see anything inside.
"Of course." Meg smiled and nodded, waving a hand: "This is our new home, a restaurant can be opened on the first floor, and the second floor is where we live..."
"Great!" McGonagall's words have not been finished, Amy has ran out, opened her hands and ran in the restaurant, then sat down at the table at the innermost, and waved at McGonagall: "Father, let's sit here and eat sweet shortbread, Xiaomi is hungry."
"Okay." McGonagall smiled, and it was the most important thing to eat.

Having a restaurant task is completed, because the host requires additional repairs outside the restaurant, the task rewards offset. The system releases a new task: learn the first dish – Yangzhou fried rice. The task time is three days, after the host is ready, click to enter The trial of the kitchen trial site, the reward for this task is +0.5 physical fitness, the failure penalty for physical fitness -0.5." The sound of the system sounded again.
McGon stopped at once, and suddenly there was a door in his mind. There were four golden words on the door: Yangzhou fried rice, it should be the so-called kitchen trial field.
Of course, what makes McGee more concerned is the system’s successful reward. The most urgent improvement he has now is the body. Now, look like this, not to mention cooking, even if the kitchen knife is not stable, I did not expect the system to give it so quickly. He arranged to enhance the body's mission rewards, and his mood was a little excited.
Although I don't know how much this physical fitness +0.5 can reach, the system should not hang him. Isn't it Yangzhou fried rice? A bowl of fried rice can be difficult to go.
When he was in Yangzhou, he went to taste some authentic Yangzhou fried rice, but it seems that he was a bit miserable by him, but to be honest, the taste of fried rice is still very good, but it was only when I didn’t pick up the problem. The uncomfortable problem is said to have been closed for a while after his old name was reviewed by him. However, this kind of thing happened too much and he did not pay much attention to it.
"Father big man?" Amy looked puzzled at McGonagall.
"Come on!" McGonagall quickly pressed the impulse to push the door open, sat across from Amy, handed the cake to Amy, and said with a smile: "Come, try it first." Let's Xiaomi's favorite sweet shortbread."
Meg carefully looked at the sweet shortbread, about the size of an adult's palm, a centimeter thick, should be wrapped in flour, corn, mung beans, potatoes... a bunch of messy coarse grains were baked in a carbon oven, take In the hand like a rough block of tiles.
"Yeah." Amy held the cake in her hands and put it in front of her. She opened her mouth with a small mouth and squeaked a crack, then the residue chewed happily, like a little hamster, eating very much. Sweet, looks very cute.
"Is it so delicious?" McGonagall was a bit skeptical, but watching Amy's eating was really an appetite. He couldn't help but take a bite and grab a bite. He chewed it a few times, then he stunned.
"Is this a grilled tile? Is it my teeth or a bite? Is it a bite? After cutting it, I want to swallow it and stuff my throat. Can this Nima be poisoned? Can I still sell it a day?" Hundreds! The food culture of this world is a bit deserted! No, it’s a throat!
McGonagall blinked, and the sweet shortbread in his hand fell to the table, running down the throat of the kitchen.