Chapter 61

Yangzhou fried rice tastes good and rougamo is also delicious. However, as a person who takes rice as his staple food, he still feels that he is missing something when eating these two kinds of food every day.

Although the system has just issued a new task, it can also unlock tofu brain in the future, MEG still wants to follow the system to see if he can unlock one or two other dishes.

The system was silent for a while, and then said: "in view of the host's contempt of the system task, opportunism, trigger hidden task: the number of customers entering the restaurant is up to 1000, you can unlock a stewed chicken and rice recipe, and each person only counts one time. Not achieved within 15 days, physical fitness point - 0.5. Progress: 1551000 "

"In other words, will 1000 different customers come into the store in 15 days?" McGonagall's eyebrow picking task is more difficult than selling a thousand rougamo. After all, some customers can eat several rougamo, and repeat customers will spend many times. A person can buy more than ten rougamo in a few days.

But a thousand different guests, that's a completely different concept. If it can be achieved, it can definitely improve the restaurant to a full level.

But a few days after the restaurant opened, there were only 155 people who came into the store for consumption. If we can't achieve the goal, we have to pay attention to our physical fitness. This is a bit square.

Of course, McGonagall's worry now is not whether there is business or not, but that new customers may not be able to eat because of the high stickiness of previous customers, which is bound to slow down the growth of new customers.

"Consumption in the store is the key. It seems that the number of takeaways still needs to be controlled. It's better to achieve a certain publicity effect and at the same time try to meet the requirements of customers who eat in the store." McGonagall thought, his eyes lit up again when he thought of stewed chicken and rice.

This is one of the three food giants that can be compared with Lanzhou ramen and Shaxian snacks.

McGonagall had eaten several authentic stewed chicken rice in his previous life. Although he was ruthless after wiping his mouth, it really tasted delicious. The chicken meat was fresh and tender, and the old soup was also very pure. After eating the chicken, he ordered a bowl of rice to pour into the soup pot, which was another delicious chicken soup rice.

Now I remember that I was really picking bones in my eggs, but when I think of my poisonous comments, Meg's expression becomes a little distorted, MMP... It seems that even if I finish the task and get the recipe, I have to be psychologically prepared to be locked in the kitchen god test field for hundreds of days.

Reincarnation of the way of heaven, it's really a bad retribution!

MEG was tucking out make complaints about such a standard of cooking, and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, MEG was woken up by Amy's voice. He reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, sat up from the bed and looked at the little bed. Amy sat on the bed and looked as if she had just woken up. He rubbed some bleary eyes, looked left and right, looked at Meg and asked, "father, where's the ugly duckling?"

"Well?" MEG gave a pause. Didn't the ugly duckling sleep on Amy's arm yesterday.

"Meow!" At this time, from under the bed came a voice of some grievances.

Amy and McGonagall look under the bed at the same time. The duckling doesn't know when it will fall under the bed. She looks up at Amy wrongly, like a daughter-in-law who has been kicked out of bed. She doesn't know how sad she is.

"Poof," Amy said with a smile, lying on the edge of the bed, "ugly duckling, I didn't kick you out of bed, did I?"

The ugly duckling seemed to understand Amy's words and nodded. Her eyes were even more aggrieved. She lifted her little paw, as if asking for a hug.

McGonagall also showed a smile, looking at the ugly duckling on the ground is really a little poor.

"Right, I said you might be kicked to bed by me. You still don't believe it. Next time, you'd better sleep in your little basket." Amy shrugged, looked at MEG again and asked, "father, are you going to get up now?" Then he yawned.

"It's still early now. Let's go to sleep with Xiaomi and the ugly duckling. I'll get up and prepare the food." MEG took a look at the alarm clock at the head of the bed. It's only 4:50. He got up from the bed, reached out and picked up the soft ugly duckling under the bed. He put it on the bed and shook his head with a smile.

"Well, Xiaomi will sleep a little longer." Amy nodded, pressed the head of the ugly duckling who crawled to her arms along the quilt, and warned seriously, "ugly duckling, don't scratch clothes. This is the new clothes my father sold me. If you scratch them, you won't be allowed to go to bed in the future."

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling immediately did not dare to move, nodded his head and closed his eyes comfortably on the quilt.

"Good boy." Amy nodded contentedly and lay back again. She closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

MEG smiles and covers Amy with the quilt. He folds a small corner over the ugly duckling. It's important for the kitten to keep warm.

He changed his clothes, washed up, and went downstairs to prepare all kinds of ingredients for rougamo. This morning, MEG planned to make 64 rougamo, and the four ovens sold out. The one and a half hour business hours in the morning almost ended.

At seven o'clock, MEG went upstairs to wake Amy up. The little girl had to brush the ugly duckling's teeth when she washed.

McGonagall explained for a long time to let her give up this idea, but finally threatened the ugly duckling to gargle several times.

"Forget it now. Brush when your teeth grow up." Amy looked at the ugly duckling who licked a few mouthfuls of water and swallowed it directly. She brushed her teeth and nodded.

The ugly duckling stared at Amy's small toothbrush and white foam, slowly moving towards the door. It was too horrible to retreat.

The goat's milk I bought yesterday has been drunk. I have to wait until the end of business hours in the morning before I have time to buy it.

So at breakfast time, the ugly duckling lying in Amy's arms looked up at MEG and Amy eating Yangzhou fried rice while they were eating rougamo. His eyes were almost shining, but no one wanted to feed him. At last, he sadly raised his paws to cover his eyes, and looked like he was out of sight and out of mind.

"Ugly duckling, I see your eyes leak out from your claws. You can see if you want. Anyway, I won't give you food." Amy took a bite of rougamo and said with a smile.

The ugly duckling slowly turned away from his face, moved his paws away and looked up at the sky, with a face of lovelessness.

MEG smiles and shakes his head. After breakfast, he clears the table and waits until 7:30 to open the dining room door.

Today, Mo Bai was the first one waiting outside the door, but there were already four or five people waiting behind him. They consciously lined up. When they saw McGonagall open the door, their eyes lit up, and some of his acquaintances called "boss Mai" with a smile.