Chapter 934: Well, I don't eat

When McGonagall pulled out the folding grille from the black cloth and took out a string of beef skewers, the noisy classroom suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked at the grill that had been set up by Meg, and the fresh beef in the incubator, and the look was a little weird.
They have participated in many parent conferences, and it is the first time I heard that someone brought the grill to the school. Is it to prepare the barbecue for the children?
The teacher’s expression is also a smile, what is this? Parents will become a barbecue meeting?
"Amount... Mr. McGonagall..." Luna said that she would stop talking. Although she couldn’t say there was a problem there, she still felt it was a bit strange.
McGonagall also found that this roast beef skewer seemed a bit untimely, but the belt brought it. It seems stranger to go back again. It can only be the scalp: "Mr. Luna, I have prepared some for the children. Beef skewers, can you roast outside? Beef skewers are still delicious to roast."
"I really want to give the children roast beef on the spot."
Everyone suddenly burst into laughter. This is probably a request from the parents at the previous parent conference.
"Is the Mai boss understanding the mistakes of my morning?" Jergi sitting on the side looked a little weird.
"Husband, what did you say to the boss in the morning?" Miranda asked in a low voice.

I said that the average parent will bring some small snacks and small gifts to the children... Maybe the small snack in the heart of Mai’s boss is the roast beef skewer.
Jergi shrugged, but soon he smiled again. However, we may have another good mouth today."
"This..." Luna is a little embarrassed. She has never met this situation before, and she has never heard of it from other teachers.
According to the regulations of the school, it seems that there is no mention that the parents will not allow the parents to bring barbecue to roast, but this is after all, the school, the school barbecue seems a bit untimely, which makes Luna a little overwhelmed.
"My father's grilled beef skewers are super delicious. I can't find a better roast beef under the sun." Amy said proudly to the children.
"Ma Ma, I want to eat roast beef skewers."
"I want to eat too! I want to eat too!"
I was tempted by Amy, imagining the steaming barbecue, and the children were not calm.
The semi-bald linguistic teacher smiled and said: "Mr. Luna, I think Mr. McGonagall's proposal is very interesting. Isn't the school not stipulated that it can't be grilled at the parent meeting? Why don't we start a river?"
"Yeah, it is rare that this year's Academy Awards are produced in our class. This is an honor that the Green Garden has never had before." The general knowledge teacher nodded.
Luna looked at the enthusiastic students, and the smiling Meg, hesitated, or nodded with a smile: "There is Mr. Laumag."
"Okay." McGonagall got Luna's permission, carrying the grill and beef to the outside of the classroom, not forgetting to look back at Amy Road: "Amy, I need your help."
"I am happy to help you." Amy jumped up and followed, her face was full of smiles, and she was able to eat delicious roast beef skewers at school. This is really a happy thing.
On the first floor of the small (2) class, there is an open space outside the door. McGonagall directly puts the grill on the open space and puts the various sauces to be used on the shelf of the grill.
The children and parents were in the classroom, looking at their heads, full of curiosity watching from the window and the door.
"Amy, use a small fireball to burn all of this carbon." McGonagall pointed to the smokeless carbon in the grill.
"Well." Amy nodded, and a purple-red flame appeared in her palm and condensed into a small fireball. She was thrown into the charcoal pile.
When the flame is on, it is extinguished. In the blink of an eye, the smokeless carbon in the grill has been completely ignited, and the red sputum is evenly radiated.
Sally stood on the side and smiled, she couldn't help much with the skewers, but she could help distribute it to the children after baking.
"Wow, magic!"
The children looked at this scene, and their faces showed a sense of exclamation and worship. For them, magic is still quite a distant thing, but Amy has been able to pinch out a fireball.
"Very good, thank you Amy." McGonagall said with a smile, and it really made Amy's ignition more convenient than anything like alcohol, and the charcoal fire burned just right, it is suitable for direct use in barbecue, saves A lot of time.
"Oh, directly in the outdoor barbecue, the sanitary conditions are completely inconsistent with the standard, and the source of the beef is not clear whether it is clean and healthy, and it is directly brought into the box. My children and I will never eat the grilled meat." "A man with a big back, a shiny wax, and a pretty, thin man shouted."
"Yeah, it is still necessary to pay attention to the things that children give to eat. Our children can never eat this kind of things outside, even if they eat at the restaurant outside, it is also the tableware that comes with them." Sitting next to him, wearing one The young woman in the green long dress followed the road and took the little boy in his arms, his eyes full of pets.
"Well, I don't eat." The little boy Joseph nodded firmly, then whispered: "Mom, when I go back, can I eat three fried chickens?"
The words of Joseph’s parents also aroused the concern of some parents. Although this is a good heart of Amy’s father, which child is not their heart, so whether to let the children eat this barbecue, this makes the parents hesitate.

Be careful? Mai boss can pay more attention than you. Can the chaotic city find a second restaurant that is cleaner than Mimi?
Jergi glanced at the couple, whispering and watching. Meg, who put beef skewers on the grill, looked forward.
"It seems that we have to work harder, or I can't even see her heel." Palmer, sitting by the window, looked at the certificate that Amy rolled up in his hand, thinking silently in his heart.
"Should there be no problem?" Luna looked worried in the direction of the principal's room. Although there was no regulation on the school rules, she should be the first class teacher to promise parents to barbecue at school.
The marinated beef skewers are placed on a hot iron frame, and the oil spills from the fat beef brain and gives off a wonderful sound.
The scent of roast beef gradually began to emanate and became more and more concentrated, spreading away in all directions.
"smell good!"