Chapter 3

The sound of the system rings: this system only provides restaurant decoration, excluding areas outside the restaurant.

McGonagall used to touch his chin with his right hand, looking at the broken stairs and the dark second floor. He thought that the bed just covered with a little straw could not live this night. He could not let his baby daughter suffer any more. He had to improve the quality of life tonight.

And he didn't feel too much hostility in this system. The so-called punishment should be more to supervise him to study hard to cook and achieve the task of Kitchen God as soon as possible.

Since that's the case, McGonagall turned his eyes and said in an indifferent way: "system, I don't think that's right. What I'm offering is the whole building as a restaurant site. Of course, you have to decorate the whole building. I can't accept the opening of such a restaurant with different styles. Moreover, the second floor is not decorated and reinforced. If a brick falls down and kills the guest, it will be a big trouble. If it doesn't kill the guest, it will be even more troublesome. Maybe I will be killed by a guy who can't kill me with a drill. What else can I learn to cook and be a kitchen god? Do it yourself. "

The system fell into silence and seemed to be thinking. After a while, the voice of the system sounded again: "in view of the high risk level of the building, the system analysis decided to rebuild the small building and carry out decoration. Please confirm the decoration style."

McGonagall was very happy. Sure enough, this kind of system can still be discussed. It would be boring to be led by it, but on the surface, it was quite calm.

The decoration style of the restaurant has been decided. The decoration style of the second floor is similar to that of his previous life's home, which is low-key, luxurious and comfortable. There are three rooms, a toilet and a bathroom on the second floor. Amy's room is decorated in a soft pink style, which is confirmed directly with the system.

The voice of the system sounded: "the time required for reconstruction and decoration is 30 seconds. Please leave the room and count down the time by one minute..."

Thirty seconds is enough! McGonagall was stunned for a moment, but when he heard the 60 second countdown, he quickly moved towards the door, crossed the threshold and closed the door. It was dark outside.

"Father, are you here to meet Amy?" Amy's soft voice came from behind.

MEG turns around. Amy is holding two big brown cakes in one hand. She looks up at him with her long eyelashes flashing and her small face full of joy and joy. Her father never went out to pick her up before, but it seems that she went down to the door to pick her up today.

"Yes, I'm here to pick up Xiaomi, and I have to do a magic trick for Xiaomi." MEG squatted down with a smile, took Amy to her arms and hugged her gently.

"Magic?" Amy looked up at MEG with some doubts, and soon her eyes lit up again and said, "is it magic? Father, can you make a lot of delicious food? "

"Well, yes, my father wants to make Xiaomi into a beautiful big house and a beautiful restaurant. In the future, he will make a lot of delicious food for you every day." McGonagall said softly, sure enough a snack.

"Really?" Amy opened her mouth slightly, as if in disbelief.

"Close your eyes and count down to thirty." MEG smiles and nods.

"Thirty, twenty-nine..." Amy closed her eyes and counted.

McGonagall looked at Amy tenderly, listened to her soft voice, counted down, the ground was shaking slightly, behind occasionally came a few things landing sound, but did not look back.

The countdown of thirty is over in a flash.

Amy opened her eyes and her face was full of anticipation.

"Next, let's take a look at our new home." MEG took the two cookies in Amy's hand, took her little hand and stood up. He was also looking forward to the direction of the building.

A beam of warm light from the door position, just fell on the two figures standing at the door.

"Wow ~ ~" Amy's mouth was wide open. She suddenly changed her appearance. She was stunned for a long time when she looked at the golden house like a palace under the light. Then she turned to MEG and cried happily, "father, is this really your change? A house as beautiful as crystal palace! And stones that shine! Father is so powerful

"Well, this will be our home in the future, and it will be a restaurant." McGonagall nodded with a smile. Sure enough, the feeling of being worshipped by her little girl was better than anything else.

It is still a two-story building, but it has changed from a rickety two-story wooden house into a two-story villa with European style. Facing the square, there are French windows. From the outside, you can see the restaurant under the European Crystal Chandelier, which is comfortable and elegant.

However, because the shaking before seemed to cause a little commotion, MEG took Amy's hand, pushed the door in, and said, "let's go home first. Father will tell you those things later."

"Well, father is the best!" Amy rubbed Meg's hand with her head and jumped into the door happily.

McGonagall turned off the light outside the door. Just as they entered, a bearded dwarf came out of the nearby house. He looked around drunk and muttered, "which stupid Troll has come here to dance again! Damn guys, do you want to let people sleep... "Then he walked back again and slammed the door.

"Father... Is this really our family?" Amy stops at the door, looks at the splendid restaurant, looks up at MEG, still a little incredulous.

She had never seen such a beautiful house before, with smooth floors, beautiful chandeliers as bright as crystal, brand-new tables and chairs arranged neatly, a delicate tableware box on the table, a long counter higher than her, and a room inside the counter, but she could not see anything inside.

"Of course." McGonagall nodded with a smile, waved his hand and said, "this is our new home. We can open a restaurant on the first floor, and we live on the second floor..."

"Great!" Before McGonagall finished speaking, Amy ran out and ran around the restaurant with her hands open. Then she sat down at the innermost table and waved to McGonagall, "father, let's sit here and eat cookies. Millet is hungry."

"Good." McGonagall chuckled, sure enough, the most important thing to eat.

"The task of owning a restaurant is completed, because the host requests to repair the area outside the restaurant, the reward of this task will be offset. New task: learn the first dish Yangzhou fried rice. The task lasts for three days. When the host is ready, you can click to enter the kitchen god test field for test. The reward for this task is + 0.5 for physical fitness, and the penalty for failure is - 0.5 for physical fitness. " The system sounds again.

McGonagall stopped, and suddenly a door appeared in his mind. On the door, there were four golden words: Yangzhou fried rice, which should be the so-called Kitchen God testing ground.

Of course, what makes McGonagall pay more attention to is the success reward mentioned by the system. The most urgent thing for him to improve is his body. Now, let alone cooking, he can't even hold the kitchen knife stably. I didn't expect that the system would arrange the task reward of strengthening his body so soon, and he felt a little excited.

Although I don't know what level this physical fitness + 0.5 can achieve, the system should not pit him. Isn't it Yangzhou fried rice? Where can a bowl of fried rice be difficult.

When he was in Yangzhou, he went to taste several authentic Yangzhou fried rice, but it seemed that they were all criticized by him a bit miserably. But to tell you the truth, the fried rice still tasted very good. It was just that he felt uncomfortable when he didn't find any problems. It is said that a time-honored brand was closed for some time after he commented on it, but this kind of thing happened too much, He didn't pay much attention either.

"Your father?" Amy looks at MEG in a puzzled way.

"Here it is MEG quickly suppressed the impulse to open the door, sat down opposite Amy, handed one of the cakes in his hand to Amy, and said with a smile, "come on, let's have a taste of Xiaomi's favorite cookie."

MEG looked at the cookie carefully. It was about the size of an adult's palm. It was one centimeter thick. It should be a mess of coarse grains wrapped in flour, such as corn, mung beans, potatoes, etc., baked in a carbon oven. It looked like a thick tile in his hand.

"Yes, yes." Amy held the cake in both hands and came to the front of her. She opened her cherry mouth and bit it. It made a crisp click. Then she chewed it happily, just like a hamster. She ate it sweetly and looked very cute.

"Is it so delicious?" McGonagall was a little suspicious, but the way Amy ate was really appetizing. He couldn't help taking the cake and biting it hard. He chewed it a few times and then froze.

"It's a baked tile, isn't it? Is it my teeth or the cake that I'm biting? After biting it, I cut my mouth. I want to swallow it and plug my throat. Can NIMA poison it? Even a day to sell hundreds! The food culture in this world is a bit of desertification! No, it's stuck in the throat! " MEG glared, threw his cookie on the table and ran to the kitchen sink, covering his throat.