Chapter 2

Elder brother, I just casually commented on it. Although the words are sharp and the words are poisonous, there are dozens of restaurants shut down... But do you want to make a system to force me to be a cook!!!

When he thought that he would be supervised by a system to learn how to cook, McGonagall thought that he would be a bit broken down. If he could cook something he could eat everyday, he would be OK. But they said that he would grow up to be a kitchen god!

Kitchen God? You're kidding me! McGonagall's a bit of a curse.

"Father, what else is wrong with you?" Amy reached out and touched Meg's face. She was a little worried. She felt that her father today was a little different from before, but she couldn't tell what was different.

Feeling the warm touch on his face, McGonagall regained his mind, tried to calm his mood, squeezed out a smile again, recalled it, took out the last two copper coins from his arms and put them on Amy's hand, "Xiaomi, go and buy two crispy cookies. We won't cook tonight."

"Really! Xiaomi likes crispy cakes best Amy had a surprise smile on her face. With two copper coins in her hand, Amy climbed up from the bed, took a kiss on Meg's face, jumped off the bed with her short legs, put on her shoes and ran towards the door.

McGonagall looks at Amy disappearing at the door and feels a little distressed. The cookie is a kind of coarse grain cake with copper coins each. However, in the past two years, their father and daughter barely make a living by relying on the little chore that McGonagall Alex did in the guild. McGonagall only buys one for Amy during the festival.

Amy is also clever and sensible. Although she wants to eat, she never asks for it.

But where did the system go?

MEG stood up with his hands on the bed, dragged his straw sandals to a worn bronze mirror by the wall, and looked at himself.

Because of malnutrition and long-term sun exposure, his skin is a little yellowish. His appearance is seven or eight points similar to his previous life, but his long brown hair is curled behind his head, and his face is full of whiskers. He looks a bit slovenly.

Lolita make complaints about adorable things. McGonagall can not help but frighten the children out of the house.

The predecessor almost abandoned himself after that. If it wasn't for Amy's existence, he might have chosen to end his glorious life that night three years ago.

Little guy has suffered a lot from following you. Let me make up for it later! MEG clenched his fist, but there was a feeling that he couldn't use his strength.

McGonagall felt like a loser because he couldn't use his strength with his broken hands and feet. He even couldn't make a fist.

But now the situation at home can only be described as a family with only one bed in the room. The only small blanket on the bed was built when Amy was sleeping.

Don't mention the kitchen god. After the last two copper coins are spent, tomorrow's meal will be a problem. It seems that the key to solving the problem lies in the system.

"The first task of the system is to have a restaurant of its own, the host only needs to provide the restaurant land, and the system carries out the overall decoration of the restaurant according to the style selected by the host. The time limit of the task is three days. There will be a reward after the task is completed, and the failure will be punished. " Just then, the neutral voice of the system rings again.

Own a restaurant? McGonagall was stunned for a moment. He was overjoyed when he heard the words behind the system, and suddenly felt that the system was not so unreliable.

Although the predecessor was a bit miserable, the most reliable thing is that when he came to the chaotic city, the first thing he did was to buy this two-story building. Although it was a two-story building with a long history and located in the most corner of Aden square, the whole building belonged to him.

And although it's a bit off center here, it's OK to use the first floor as a storefront. Some people had asked for rent before, but they were all rejected by the predecessor's brainless mind. Otherwise, they wouldn't even have become luxury goods.

McGonagall slowly went downstairs, holding the wall. The wooden floor creaked because of the age, and even several stairs were damaged. It was a dangerous building.

McGonagall, who finally went downstairs, gasped for breath. His physical fitness was really poor. He was able to tear the orcs by hand, but now he even had to stop for a few steps. McGonagall suddenly understood why he chose to abandon himself. If it was him, he would not have the courage to live.

"System, after completing the task, is there any reward for improving the body?" McGonagall asked, subconsciously clenching his fist.

"Not now." The cold sound of the system sounded.

If not now, does it mean that there may be in the future? McGonagall's eyes suddenly brightened. If he was allowed to continue to live with this kind of body, he was not sure how long he could persist. But if the system could restore his body, even if it could not reach the level of first knight, he would be able to live normally.

He has money, women and rights in his previous life. Others try hard to climb a height that they can't reach in their whole life. When he was born, he stood there. So for a long time after he was 30 years old, he began to think about life and wanted to know what he wanted, but he couldn't find a goal.

At that time, commenting on food and restaurants was the most interesting thing for him. He was even a bit picky and addicted to drugs. However, he was quick witted. After reading those comments, he would only feel more empty.

But now it's different. He has a lovely daughter and lives at the bottom of the society. Whether it's to restore her health or give her a better life, learn to cook and then open a restaurant, it's a long-term effort.

Dream and goal suddenly clear, let McGonagall have a kind of heart suddenly began to beat up.

Aristocrats stamp their feet in long lines, elves roll their strings regardless of their manners, dragons sit in front of the hot pot with a leaky spoon, and Demons eat lovely dumplings... McGonagall mends the picture, and immediately finds it more interesting.

The space on the first floor is not small. After removing the half wall in the middle, there is nearly eighty square meters of space. There are some wooden boards and other debris on the ground, and there is a simple kitchen in the back.

McGonagall shook his head, but at least the conditions for the first task have been met. He said in his heart: "provide a share of the restaurant land."

The system has detected that the property right of the house here belongs to the host, and the geographical location meets the requirements of opening a restaurant. The task is completed. Please select the decoration style of the restaurant.

The sound of the system sounded, and at the same time, a row of 3D pictures suddenly appeared in Meg's mind, such as Chinese classical style, pastoral style, western style restaurant style... Anyway, as long as there are some styles on the market, they can be found on the top, which made MEG a little dazzled.

"Since it's the chefs' resentment that brought me here, I must learn their dishes, and Chinese restaurants are the main ones, but I've been to many Western restaurants, and there are all kinds of online stores. I just don't know how many will appear in the future." McGonagall wasn't in a hurry.

After careful analysis, McGonagall felt that he could not be sure of a certain style, otherwise a plate of steak with knives and forks in an antique Chinese restaurant would have been sprayed to death by him before.

Simple and comfortable, and then able to accommodate more guests is the best, he has some expectations of the whole restaurant full of guests.

That's it!

McGonagall's eyes brightened when he looked at a restaurant with a bit of classical European style. The overall color of the restaurant was brown, decorated with some exquisite patterns and hung with European style lights. The table was the simplest Brown log four person rectangular table, with supporting wooden chairs without arms. There was a long single table attached to the counter in front of the counter, which could easily put down 16 tables, You can sit a lot of people at a glance.

The long counter is a semi open kitchen. The transparent glass can see the outside from the kitchen, but the height of the glass is good enough to block the eyes of peeping on the stove.

The overall style is simple and elegant enough to be compatible with any cuisine. Even sitting and boasting, there is no sense of disobedience.

"Perfect!" McGonagall nodded with satisfaction and was about to make a decision. He hesitated and said, "system, does the restaurant renovation include the second floor?"