Chapter 509: When you feel that you are ugly and poor, when you are nothing...

"What do you think is the real freedom?" Sally looked at McGonagall's eyes, and her emotions gradually calmed down, hesitating for a while.
McGon looked at Sally for a moment and nodded slightly: "I think freedom should be the right to choose. No matter what kind of opinions others have, as long as it is my own choice, I think this is what I want. Freedom to be."

The right to choose?
Sally’s face was full of thoughts. She thought of the elves who were doing heavy work in the big families. They were assigned and even when they were caught in the big families. No choice, when the nobles let them work, they did not have to choose, even left or left, they also have no right to choose.
"So, they are not free." Sally's mood suddenly became more heavy, although she had already thought of this answer last night, but she did not want to admit it.
"Which is more important between safety and freedom?" Sally was silent for a moment, and looked at McGonagall.
"I think this question should be more appropriate for people who choose. Different people will have different answers. Some people are willing to give up some freedom for safety, but some people would rather be in danger than to be restrained. The person who chooses to be able to make his own choice may be free." McGonagall thought.
In this world, there are always people who like to die like the wind often with my body.
Sally nodded thoughtfully, fell into silence again, looked down at the lines on the table, and seemed to be thinking about something.
McGonagall took his eyes back from Sally and didn't say anything more. Regarding the discussion of freedom, everyone has different answers based on their own experiences and thoughts. It is a proposition with no end and correct answers.
Security, responsibility, obligation, ethics... These often conflict with freedom, live in this world, and where there are truly free people, just find a place in these things that makes you feel comfortable and can give people Bringing the feeling of freedom, this is the best state.
Of course, self-discipline can be more free.
McGonagall didn't try to convince Sally, because he didn't even know what Sally was facing, and he didn't expect Sally to have such a problem after he and Bloor returned to face last night.
Yabei Mia looked at Sally with some worries, but the boss had already spoken very well. She felt that she couldn't speak better, so she could only watch it in a hurry.
In the morning, Sally was thinking about what, and Miyazaki was guided by McGonagall to make an ice cream.
Yabei Mia's cooking talent is not very strong, but her serious attitude and the unyielding strength still make Meg is quite satisfied.
The ice cream McGee, who failed in practice, put them one by one in the refrigerator. After all, every ice cream costs tens of copper coins. It’s a pity to throw it away. All of them are eaten and worry that the stomach is too much to eat. So I can only store it in the refrigerator for the time being, and McGonagall has already thought about how to deal with them.
"Boss, can you do this time?" Yabei Mia carefully held the ice cream in his hand, like holding a precious jewel. He looked forward to seeing Meg, and the two snowballs were perfect. Docked together, there is no trace of misalignment in the connecting part, it seems to be perfect.
"No, the position of the snowball is still a little bit different. The two snowballs are not completely centered on the center of the ball, so the guests may cause the ice cream to melt and then deflect in the direction of consumption." McGonagall shook his head.
"That's it?" The expression of Yabei Mia suddenly collapsed. She couldn't see where there was any deviation between the two snowballs. I looked at the ice cream in the refrigerator and I was a little depressed and blamed. Looking at McGonagall: "Boss, am I stupid, wasted so many ice creams or not?"
"If Mia's talented girl is still stupid, wouldn't it be stupid if I had done hundreds of things to reach your current level?" McGonagall asked with a smile.
"Really?" In the eyes of the North Asian Mia, the light of hope was renewed, and some looked at Maggie incredibly.

Yes, you have done a good job, but the Meme restaurant offers the best quality food, so you have to do the best, so that the food can appear on the guest’s table. This is us. The rules of the restaurant are also the most basic requirements.
Meg smiled and nodded, feeling that he was strict with the system, but the system would not gently cook the chicken soup when he failed.
"I understand." Yabei Mia nodded seriously, watching Meg's eyes full of respect, not doing the ultimate not to the table, this attitude is too worthy for a chef and restaurant owner respect.
"Host, do you need chicken soup service? This system has collected 50,000 pieces of the world's most classic chicken soup. You can encourage you to repeat the chicken soup every time you fail. Oh, if you open it now, you can enjoy the top 500 free special offers." The sound of the system is accompanied by the festive bgm of 'Qianlong咚锵'.
"Is there such an operation?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect this dead money system to be so mad to make money.

Hey! Congratulations to the host for the chicken soup to encourage the trial quota, the host will receive the free trial qualification of the ten selected chicken soups of the system for free. Will the host try it now?
The sound of the system sounded again.
"Listen?" McGonagall tried.
"The best you can do with your heart and soul.
It may not be as casual as someone else.

"Failure is not terrible,
The scary thing is that you still believe this sentence.

"When you feel that you are ugly and poor, when you have nothing,
Don't despair, at least your judgment is correct.

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"Roll!!!" McGonagall rolled his eyes in his heart. This ghost system was so poisonous that he even poisoned the chicken soup and fed it so much.
McGonagall took an eggshell and made a matcha ice cream. The two snowballs were perfectly stitched together. The cone eggshell and the center of the two snowballs were on the same line, as if it were a perfect craft.
"Take it to Aisha, today's contact is here, continue tomorrow, eat some dessert, the mood will be better." Maige handed the matcha ice cream to the north of Mia, said with a smile.