Chapter 660: System, where did you steal this wine?

Barbara looked up at Meg, and felt that she wanted to die.
Not only was a man touched the body, but her golden knees were in front of this man!
More terrible! She even pressed her face against the man's body and slipped from the chest to the thigh.
Although some accidents were caused by the tightness of the man's clothes, the fiery temperature of the veneer almost suffocated her.
How can such a thing happen to the princess of her country, Barbara!
How does a man fit her body!
Men should be right in front of her!
But now...
Barbara found that she couldn't do anything with her bombs. The soft body couldn't make any effort. The knees were nailed to the ground, and she couldn't move any more.
Such a humiliating posture, she did not even have the ability to change.
"This man, isn't that medicine in the water? The kind of medicine that can't be moved after a woman drinks, can only let men be at the mercy? But Amy is still there! This metamorphosis! Men really are Big pig hooves!" Barbara's eyes grew bigger and bigger, watching Meg a little confused.
"Sister Barbara, are you thanking your father?" Amy asked curiously.
When Meg looked at him, Barbara, who was kneeling in front of him, was also a bit stunned. I didn’t expect the girl to look very proud on the surface, but it’s a gratitude, but the way of thanking him makes him a little too adapt.
"You don't have to be so polite, how do you say that you are also an employee of my restaurant." McGonagall shook his head with a smile and reached for Barbara to sit on the chair next to him, handing the glass in his hand to Barbara. "You have severe hypoglycemia and anemia, so you can't be hungry, otherwise you will easily faint and even get dangerous. I add sugar to the water and you can drink more."
"Low blood sugar? Anemia?" Barbara listened to Meg's words in a glance, could it be said that McGonagall knew what disease she had? And just he is not taking advantage of himself, just being on her?
"Low blood sugar, so you have to drink more sugar right?" Amy was curious to look at McGonagall. "So, if you are anaemic, is Barbara's sister going to drink blood?"
"Even if I die, I can't drink blood!" Barbara was already looking dead, without waiting for McGonagall to speak.
"Even if you want to drink, I can't afford it." McGonagall, he was not ready to raise a vampire, put the cup on Barbara's mouth, and then slowly lifted it up.
Barbara had wanted to refuse, but as soon as the cup was close, a faint scent came over. Just smelling it, I felt a lot of spirits, and hesitated like the faint fragrance in Yangzhou fried rice. Still open your mouth and drink.
The water inlet is cool and cool, which makes people feel shocked. As Meg said, it should be a lot of sugar, and the taste is very sweet, but it doesn't feel tired.
A few mouthfuls of life springs, Barbara felt that there was a magical power rising from her body. The sore and weak limbs gradually recovered consciousness, and the empty body seemed to be filled up all at once. The strength.
"It seems that there should be no big problem, do you want me to feed?" McGonagall looked at Barbara's getting better face, and his face was smiling.
"I don't want others to feed!" Barbara grabbed the cup and looked at Meg with a gentle smile on his face and Amy with a look of concern. He lowered his eyes and said to the water cup: "This kind of thing for me." It’s already a common occurrence, and there’s nothing wrong with it.

McGonagall looked at Barbara, who was drinking water with his eyes closed. The proud Princess of the Princess seemed to be stronger than he thought. Although he was a distinguished person, he seemed to bear a lot of things on his small shoulder.
"You can't be hungry when you are sick, but I prepared dinner for you in the incubator when I went out today, and I also put a note on the door of the kitchen, you..." McGonagall pointed at the door and followed him. I glanced at the direction of the finger and looked at Barbara again. I was a little embarrassed. "You may not see it."
He feels that the normal height has already exceeded the top of the head for Barbara. If you don't take it seriously, you may not be able to find it accurately.
"Hey." Barbara continued to drink water. What she hated most was that others said she was short. If she hadn't seen Meg, she had to save her, she must pay the price.
"Then I will go and give you something to eat. The beef skewers need to be marinated. Just make a steak." McGonagall walked awkwardly toward the kitchen. He almost starved the employee. If he had to pass it out, he had to be It’s not a big hat to be a capitalist who abuses employees.
"Steak?" Barbara's face showed a bit of doubt, and the menu on the Mimi restaurant did not seem to have this dish.
"The steak made by my father is super delicious. I have said everything I have eaten." Amy opened the chair and sat down opposite Barbara, and said with a serious expression.

Is it better than beef skewers?
Barbara was a bit unconcerned.
"It's as delicious as a beef skewer," Amy said of course.

Really?
Barbara’s eyes brightened, and with some expectations, the beef skewers were the best beef she had ever eaten.
"Of course it is true." Amy nodded.
McGee entered the kitchen, the kitchen utensils for the steaks were already on the stove, and the grille with the thin stripe road could bake eight steaks at the same time, enough for daily operations.
There is a box of black pepper powder in the 32-square spice box on the stove. The refrigerator has been cut into thin, thick and uniform sizes. Even the steaks with almost the same texture are neatly placed on one plate. It is very convenient to use it with you.
Next to the cupboard, there was an existing oak casks with a closed switch for the retro faucet.
McGonagall sniffed his nose and scented the red wine with the scent of oak. He made his eyes shine and praised: "Good wine."
Reaching out from the side took a transparent glass, McGonn pressed the switch, the red wine fell into the quilt, clear and bright, bright red blood, a mellow wine fragrance filled the entire kitchen.
McGonagall swayed the glass, the red wine rippled in the cup, and then took a sip.
The delicate and cheerful taste, but also the subtle and soft, attractive scent of the girl in the middle of the scent, full of spices, honey, vanilla, and a slight mineral fragrance, so that Meg's eyebrows are Stretch.
"System, where did you steal this wine?"
McGonagall opened his eyes and looked at the glass in his hand with surprise.