Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

"Let's go, see that Xiaomi has just yawned, go upstairs to sleep." McGonagall took Amy's hand and said with a smile.

"Millet is still not sleepy, can help his father to pack things." Amy yawned and shook his head.

"I will clean up after a while, you can't fall asleep here, my father can't afford you now..." McGonagall took Amy's little hand, and he was a little lost.

Such a lovely daughter can't give her a princess, let alone a high, no, and must restore her body as soon as possible. McGonagall made up his mind.

At the other end of the kitchen, the stairs go from the counter and there is a small door that separates the dining room from the living area.

The little guy had been running upstairs and downstairs when he was in a coma. He also asked someone to come and see him. After eating something, he said that he was not sleepy. He climbed a staircase and his eyes were about to close.

Meg took her into the master bedroom, and there was a pink bed with a guardrail next to the big bed, a small quilt on the small bed, a small pillow, and a small staircase to climb up.

Amy saw such a beautiful room and small bed, her eyes were bright, but it was too sleepy. She took off her shoes and climbed onto the small bed, holding a warm and comfortable pillow. The little hand clung to McGonagall’s fingers and was happy. Said: "The father is very good, the bed is soft and comfortable, Xiaomi likes it. There are also full seats, must be delicious..."

"Well, wake up tomorrow morning and you can eat your father's love breakfast, sleepy." McGonagall said with a smile.

"Love breakfast, it must be delicious..." Amy whispered, closing her eyes and falling asleep.

Meg stood at the bed and looked at Amy, who was sweetly asleep. She reached out and helped her to put the hair that fell on her face to the sides, took the other hand back, and covered her with a quilt.

"Don't worry, Dad will definitely let you eat a full feast." McGon leaned down and gently kissed Amy's hair, silently said in his heart.

McGonagall sat on the side of the big bed, closed his eyes and looked at the door in his mind. He was thinking about how to open it. There was a little man in his mind who was exactly like him. His body was completely controlled by him. He hesitated and reached out and opened the door that read the four characters of Yangzhou fried rice.

Only when the white light flashed, Meg closed his eyes subconsciously. When he opened it again, all his spirits had been absorbed into the body of the villain. The door behind him disappeared, and the place where he stood now is A rectangular kitchen is exactly the same as the kitchen on the first floor, just in proportion.

"Oh, this is good. After going out, it saves time for running in and getting familiar with the kitchen." McGonagall’s eyes lit up, and he lifted his legs and squatted. The body that could not be fully used would actually be able to move normally. I couldn't help but jump two times, although I still feel a little fluffy, but it is much better than before.

"System, is this?" McGonagall exclaimed with excitement. Has the system been kind enough to restore his body?

"The current physical state of the host is the state after physical fitness +0.5, please try to complete the task, the strong body is waiting for you." The sound of the system sounded.

"It turned out to be like this." McGonagall looked at a physical quality comparison table that came out of his mind. The normal physical fitness of a normal human is 2, and the physical quality of McGon's broken hand and short foot is 1 and a half. Disability status.

The current state is 1.5, although the epee can not be taken, but the kitchen knife is enough.

Moreover, the human body limit of this world is much higher than that of the earth. For example, after the physical fitness reaches 4, you can fight with the ordinary orcs. At 10, you can even punch the forest troll, when McGonagall The physical fitness of Sri Lanka should reach about 8 and it is an extremely powerful existence among human beings.

“Welcome to the Kitchen God Trial Farm, the system will provide an authentic Yangzhou fried rice experience. Only the hosted Yangzhou fried rice can pass the system certification before leaving the trial. The standard is the host’s original review of Yangzhou fried rice. Request." The sound of the system sounded again.

"System, I think it just seems to have been wrong. What is the standard you said?" McGonagall asked.

"The host first commented on all the requirements of Yangzhou fried rice." The system has no emotional response.

"I think the Yangzhou fried rice standard that was officially announced before is quite good. Would you like to follow it?" McGonagall tried to negotiate.

"The standard cannot be changed. Please host the task as soon as possible." The system categorically refused.

"The standard for other dishes in the future?" McGonagall was a little panicked.

"All follow the previous reviews of the host as a standard."

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McGonagall’s heart is collapsing. I still think that this system is not malicious. It can be used as an auxiliary system. It seems that he is still too young. It is absolutely malicious to use the requirements that he originally proposed as the standard. what.

I remembered the poison tongue request that I had raised in my own hair. After I put it on myself, I was not enough to express his feelings.

This Nima is going to hang himself in the dead. Even those masters of Yangzhou fried rice, it is estimated that there are not many Yangzhou fried rice that can make that degree.

"Sure enough, I can't think of it too well. This is how Tiandao is trying to appease the chefs to get out of my system. But now people are coming in. If they don't finish, they can't get out..." McGonagall looked at a golden light in his mind. Sparkling experience pack, took a deep breath and calmed yourself down.

Since there is no choice, then face it. He has already said that he wants to make a love breakfast for Amy. He thinks about how happy Amy is to eat Yangzhou fried rice. Meg is also looking forward to fullness, and even his eyes have become firm. .

McGonagall tried to touch the golden experience bag in his mind with a thought. A Yangzhou fried rice production experience was poured into his mind, from the selection of ingredients, to the processing of ingredients, to the process of fried rice. In his mind, it seems to be the same.

"So simple?" McGonagall completely stunned. He thought that the system would be awkward for him. He didn't expect to give him such a big surprise directly, just like letting him inherit the inheritance of a Yangzhou fried rice master. He felt that Just follow the method in your mind, you can immediately make a bowl of delicious Yangzhou fried rice, let him directly from a white dish to become a veteran, simply cheating him.

Putting out the things in my head, McGonagall confidently walked to the front of the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator, and placed various ingredients in the rice, tree, ham, winter bamboo shoots, prawns, green peas, eggs, and millet. Onions, all the ingredients you need.

“First cook, then process the ingredients, then fry the rice.” The steps in McGonagall’s mind were very clear. When I looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, my eyes lit up.

Stretching a handful of rice, the hand is smooth and delicate, the color is white, the particles are full, and the crystal is clear and clear under the light of the light. It is better than the quality of the Thai fragrant rice that he usually eats. A fragrant scent comes.

Look at the prawns in the pool. The translucent body is actually a ugly line that is often difficult to see. It swims cheerfully and looks vibrant and wild.

The winter bamboo shoots are still stained with a little black earth. The salt cream on the ham has not been removed. The gray mushroom should be some kind of tree mushroom. The egg is bigger than the ordinary egg. It is yellowish and green. Also stained with some dew.

As a foodie who almost eats the Michelin star restaurant, McGonagall has some eyesight. These ingredients are absolutely superior, but to the extent that he is not sure, but since this is used He practiced his hands, naturally he would not be polite and began to cook rice.

With such a high-level experience, McGonagall thought that it would not be difficult to make a Yangzhou fried rice. When I started to deal with the ingredients, I found that everything was not as simple as I thought.

However, even in the mind, how to cut the knife is very clear, but when I really hold the ingredients to start cutting, I find that the movements on the hands are not up to the requirements and standards that I think in my mind.

In order to make the taste of fried rice more delicate, each side dish should be cut to the same size as the rice grain. This is extremely demanding for the knife. It is a serious challenge for McGonagall. There is no way to slice evenly. Do it, only repeat it over and over again.

Looking at a thin, thick bamboo shoot, Meg sighed and changed one.