Chapter 42: The sound of the big egg

When Meg took Amy through the magic potion, a thin old man in a black magic robe was holding a kettle to bathe two birds.
When he heard the footsteps, Julian looked up at McGonagall and then his eyes fell on Amy's body. A deep green flame suddenly rose in the deep eyes.
McGonagall was in front of Amy's side, smiled at Julian and nodded, then took Amy's hand and continued to the restaurant.
"Father, why don't we say hello to the black charcoal, mung bean and the magician grandfather?" A few steps out, Amy looked up and looked at Meg a bit puzzled.
"We only burned the bird cages of people yesterday. I will be embarrassed when I ask people, and I have already said hello." Meg said with a smile, even though it was the bird’s mouth yesterday, he was thrown away. Fireball, but after all, is a neighbor, this kind of thing is still a bit awkward.
Just Julian's gaze to Amy was a little alert, and he saw greed inside.
If he is still the epee knight who is violently explosive, then it is estimated that the sword has been placed on his neck and asked: What?
But now he is just a with a combat power of only 1.5. If he is forced to go forward, he may be returned by a shower, and maybe a fireball will be added.
So before you can figure out the true intentions of this old man, be prepared to guard against him. You can't let Amy go out alone.
"System, how to sell physical fitness?" McGonagall turned and asked in his heart.
"The system solemnly reminds the host that the physical quality is not for sale! Completing the task of cooking and cooking, there is a certain chance to get a reward for physical fitness!" The system seriously emphasized.
"One thousand gold coins."
"This is not for sale!"
"Five thousand gold coins."
"The hosting permissions are not enough."
"10,000 gold coins." McGonagall continued to overweight.
The system was silent for a while, and McGonagall suddenly burst out of a fireworks, and then turned into a row of colored words: "Purchase permission has been opened! +0.5 physical quality point; status: available for purchase; price: 10000 gold."
"Hey, 10,000 gold coins are one million copper coins. You are really black, one million! I have to sell 3,000 Yangzhou fried rice to make it back." McGonagall spoke in his heart, then smiled. : "And, I have no money, can I write it off? Hahaha..."
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The system silently floated a line of ellipsis, and then seriously said: "Host, the system is seriously warned once: all transactions are completed in cash, no owe!"
The daily adjustment of the system of McGonagall is in a good mood, my heart has already calculated, 10,000 gold coins he really can not get out in a short time, 3,000 Yangzhou fried rice, it will take more than a month to sell.
However, it is time to produce new products. The efficiency of the sauce will be much higher than that of Yangzhou fried rice. You can prepare the braised pork before starting the business. The scones can also be made at the same time. Maybe you can make money. The efficiency is improved.
McGonagall is eager to improve his physical fitness as soon as possible. In addition to trying to protect Amy as soon as possible, the second is of course to help Amy raise his height.
With his current body, it is okay to hold Amy, but it is a little powerless to lift the height, so restoring the physical fitness of a normal person is his key goal.
When I got home, I poured A glass of water on Amy and saw that my eyes were already 11 o'clock. I was ready to enter the kitchen and solve their lunch.
"Father, you are coming, the ugly duckling seems to be hatching!" Amy's excited voice came from behind the counter.
"So fast?" McGonagall walked a little surprised.
Amy, who was kneeling on the ground, looked up at him and put a small finger in front of her mouth. She whispered, "Hey, father, you come over lightly, don't scare the ugly duckling, I just heard the sound of it." It will definitely hatch soon."

Really?
McGonagall is a bit skeptical. Isn’t it the season of hatching now?
"Really, don't believe you." Amy nodded seriously.
McGee walked gently and squatted down, listening to the ear for a while, but after a while, no sound was heard.
He thought that it would not be because Amy was too eager to get it wrong. When he was about to get up, he suddenly heard the sound of "shasha" and the body stopped suddenly. It sounded like a kitten scratching the wall with his claws. The sound, listening carefully and a bit like the hard sound of rubbing the eggshell, just rang three times and then disappeared.
"Is it true? Father, ugly duckling is going to hatch?" Amy was looking forward to and happy to see Meg.
"Well, it is estimated that these two days will come out." McGonagall nodded. The hatching speed made him a little surprised. He didn't know what would hatch, and reached out and touched Amy's head and got up: "I am going to cook, Xiaomi continues to watch."
"Yeah." Amy responded, reaching out to help the big egg cover the small blanket and continue to kneel on the floor.
McGonagall and Amy had lunch, and after they had cleaned the dishes, they started to operate normally. The white ink was still the first one. They came one after another, and some of the guests were also familiar with these days. Faces, they all laughed and called McGonagall the boss.
By the end of the evening business, Amy told McGonagall about the turnover of today's day, and sold a total of 90 Yangzhou fried rice, which should be the limit of Yangzhou egg fried rice that McGonagall can make one day.
Under the word of mouth, the restaurant now has some stable guests. Of course, the guests who eat two Yangzhou fried rice like the white ones are a minority, but they eat once every other day or two. There are many guests who can accept it.
"Ugly duckling, you have to sleep, you will come out tomorrow, or I will burn you with a fireball." Amy went to wash, squatted on the ground and patted the big egg wrapped in a small blanket. Said, then go upstairs.
Meg smiled and wiped the table. If the little guy in the egg could understand it, it would have shivered.
Finishing the restaurant, when Amy went upstairs, Amy was already asleep, helping her to get a horn, taking a shower, and changing her pajamas to lie on the bed.
Closed his eyes, McGonagall skillfully opened the experience package of the meat sauce, and the experience of the traditional practice of the meat sauce was quickly digested by him, from the processing of the ingredients to the materials and the steps of the production. They are all printed in his mind, and now they are actually operating.
Quietly lying on the bed for a while, McGonagall suddenly opened his eyes and said: "System, shouldn't new tasks be issued at this time?"