Chapter 818: System, let me go!

McGonagall nodded and looked at the smile on Michael's face. He seemed to see Amy's self after growing up. Whether she had grown up or not, she was always a child in his heart.
Michael met the elves and announced on the spot that they would welcome them to the city of chaos. The city government would help them live in the city of chaos.
The elves burst into tears and thanked Michael and McGonagall.
McGonagall looked at the tears on the faces of the children. He was a little heavy. All he could do was to arrange these children to stay here. I wonder how many elves are experiencing the pain of being separated from their loved ones.
However, with Michael's promise, more and more elves should come to the city of chaos to seek refuge in the future, so that this tragedy can be reduced.
McGonagall followed the work of the city's main government to send all the elves to the residence. It was already twelve o'clock from the city's main government. Michael sent someone to drive him back to the restaurant.
After getting off the carriage, and the driver said, Meg went to the restaurant. The restaurant kept a small lamp for him, took off the notice on the door, and sneaked in the door. There was no one on the first floor.
Strictly locked the door, Meg went upstairs lightly, pushed open the hidden door, Amy and Anna slept in the small bed, and Sally was lying on the big bed, and she was already asleep.
Meg looked at the relaxed and comfortable smile on Sally's face in her sleep, smiled and shook her head. It seems that this cockroach really overdraws her physical strength, otherwise she will not fall asleep in his bed.
Looking down at the slender thighs wearing flesh-colored stockings, McGonagall's eyes were fixed on the black shoes on Sally's feet. It seems that she just wanted to take a nap, but watched her sleep. Meg couldn't bear to wake her up, hesitated for a long time standing by the bed, or extended his hand to the long straight leg.
Ten minutes later, McGonagall took a long breath and straightened up from the bedside, his legs a little soft.
It is not an easy task to help her take off her shoes without pretending to be a woman.
McGonagall looked at the shoes with warm body temperature in his hand, and some of them shook their heads helplessly. This was the first time he did this.
Although Sally did not wake up, she seemed to feel that her feet were no longer tied, and she turned over comfortably, then took her feet back from the bed, slightly twisting her body, tight cheongsam. And the long legs looked awkward under the dim warm light.
"Don't be cold." McGonagall did not pull the quilt over her body, but went to the crib and gave the two little guys a horn and stood at the bed for a while. Smiling, took the pajamas and a set of chef's clothes from the closet and went out with a light hand.
After washing the good McGee down the stairs, after bargaining with the system, I bought a set of quilts and placed it on the lounge chair behind the counter for one night.
"There was no new food for a while, it was time to learn the stinky tofu." McGonagall looked at the golden sparkling corner of his mind, hesitated for a while, still did not point, and then asked in his heart: "System, Can I buy a gas mask in the trial space? I can’t stand the smell of tofu, let alone do it at close range, and it may take countless repetitions. This is true. Stinky!"

The trial space is not physical, so you can't bring a gas mask into it. Moreover, as a chef, accurately grasping the taste of food and food is the most basic ability. If you can't even do this, you can never become A qualified kitchen god."
"And, the smell of stinky tofu is also an important indicator to measure the quality of stinky tofu. The host needs to understand the difference in the odor of various degrees of stinky tofu to make the perfect stinky tofu. This is when you passed by. After a stinky tofu booth, the original words written on Weibo."
The system sounded with a bit of gloating.
"I..." McGonagall opened his mouth, but for a time he didn't know what to say. Is this ghost his original words? That must have been a bad time to pass the stinky tofu booth, how can the system guys take it seriously!
"Then I don't learn!" McGonagall rolled his eyes, some bachelor said.
"If the host chooses not to learn to make stinky tofu, and has not succeeded in making the stinky tofu successful, the system will conclude that the host's way of cooking is terminated for personal reasons."
The sound of the system has become a bit stiff.
"What will happen if it is terminated?"
"After termination, the host will be erased from the world, and because the host has died in the original world, the host will disappear completely."
"Rely!" McGonagall raised his eyebrows and directly opened the golden glittering experience package. Countless information poured into his mind, causing him to have a moment of disappointment, and then there was a master-grade stinky tofu in his mind. Production experience.
"The original stinky tofu is not stewed." McGonagall snorted and then continued to digest the experience.
"Just looking at this process, you can feel the terrible smell..." McGonagall had no choice but to fall in love. He got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of ice water and drink it. He returned to the lounge chair and wrapped his tight quilt. With his eyes on it, he pushed open the door to the kitchen test site.
Compared with tofu brain, making stinky tofu has extremely cumbersome procedures. There are several processes in the brine alone, and it still takes three days to wait for success after the optimization of the system.
The production of tofu is the easiest for McGonagall. With the experience of tofu brain, it is only a few steps that change slightly. It is no problem to practice a few times.
The time of the kitchen trial field was accelerated, and the brine made by McGonagall was quickly prepared. The body leaned back and reached out and reluctantly opened the lid.
There was some expectation in McGonagall's heart, but when the horrible smell came, he realized that he still underestimated the smell, and jumped two meters backwards, hitting the wall behind him. The lid in the hand also flew out, and the jingle was embedded in the wall.
It is an indescribable smell, even if the toilet explosion is in front of it, it can only be a breeze, just like the feeling of all the world's odors, and then burst open in an instant.
"The trough!!! System, let me go out! This kitchen I am not good!!!"
McGonagall snorted and screamed at the wall, his face was blue.

When the kitchen trials enter, unless you learn the dishes successfully, or 365 days end, you can't quit midway.
The system sounds calm.
"grass!!!"
McGee's face gradually turned red because of lack of oxygen. In the end, he couldn't help but take a sip of his nose. His face was white and he fainted.
I don't know how long it took, and Meg got up and couldn't fall in love from the ground. Like a zombie, he walked over to the brine pot and looked at the dark thing in the pot. The eyes showed a fierce color and picked up the spoon next to it. After sweeping the marinade, I opened it.
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