Chapter 842

MEG should have known the news of Gloria's victory before many others.

Because miss Gloria was sitting opposite him now, and his hot eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Thank you very much, Mr. McGonagall." Gloria said gratefully.

McGonagall said with a smile, "Miss Gloria, you are welcome. You have won this competition by your own ability."

He worried that if he spoke later, the girl would say that the little girl had nothing to repay, so he had to say something like, "but why worry about this?"

McGonagall looked at Gloria's long eyelashes and her purplish eyes, which were so beautiful that it was hard to resist. Maybe he was worried that he would not help but agree.

Gloria said, "tomorrow I'll ask the cashier to send the bill and 20% of the profit to the restaurant. At the same time, I'll give the first 10% of the profit to the foundation to buy autumn clothes for the children. The weather has begun to get cold."

MEG looked at Gloria's worried eyes with a trace of warmth in his heart. He nodded and said, "children's clothes should be added, but I can give them to me the day after tomorrow, because I need to go out tomorrow."

"Is Mr. McGonagall going out again?" Gloria was a little surprised.

"I'm going out to get materials. The restaurant hasn't produced new products for a while. I'm going out to find inspiration." McGonagall smiles and nods. He doesn't want to go out unless the system suddenly releases a new task.

"Sir, he is a hard-working man. I admire him." Gloria looked at MEG with some admiration. Although she was so powerful, she was still so diligent and demanding.

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The conversation didn't last long. MEG saw Gloria's carriage moving away, with a smile on his lips.

A girl who once covered her face with a veil and did not dare to show her true face took over all the fabric industry of the Morton family in just a few months, and was about to become the director of the Aden chamber of Commerce. What changed all this at first was a piece of bean curd.

What an interesting thing it is.

This sense of accomplishment has exceeded the enjoyment of cooking itself, and it is more like a kind of sublimation, which makes him find the meaning of what he has done.

Even a chef, to the extreme, can also bring some good changes to the world.

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With each passing day, to the north of the city, two people and a fat Eagle finally climbed up the mountain. Looking at the big city not far away, the old wall was clearly visible, and their faces were very pleased.

Abraham's lips were cracked because of lack of water. Looking at the Beast Master, he said, "can we go this time?"

The beast master looked even worse. There were several big bumps on his head, and he said: "yes... Your highness, it must be this time. After two days' rest, the Black Hawk has recovered a lot of physical strength. It's no problem to fly by it in the next journey."

One side of the black eagle is to shake up the spirit, raised his head.

Two people some difficult climb Eagle back.

"Take off!" The Beast Master pointed in the direction of the city of chaos and was in high spirits.

The fat Eagle unfolded its wings and fanned up, slowly rising vertically like a balloon, but the speed of its wings was obviously slowing down. When it was about five meters high, its wings suddenly stopped flapping and fell vertically.

"Ah! Don't you say it's OK! "

"I... ah... Maybe it's hungry too... Ah ah!"

Two screams came out of the round meatball rolling back from the top of the mountain.

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At the end of business hours in the evening, MEG and Sally, who are cleaning up the restaurant, announce that the restaurant will have a day off tomorrow.

Then the manager of MIA announced that the ice cream shop would open for a whole day tomorrow. Meanwhile, she recruited Barbara as a temporary worker for an ice cream. The latter readily agreed.

The girls have no opinion about McGonagall's going out to pick up the ingredients. After all, every time McGonagall comes back from going out to pick up the ingredients, new dishes will be launched soon. The styles are very different, but the taste is very delicious.

"Father, can Amy come with you tomorrow?" Asked Amy, looking expectantly at MEG.

MEG shook his head: "this time, Amy just asked for five days off the other day. If she asked for leave so soon, the progress of learning magic would have fallen."

"But..." Amy Duqi small mouth, a little unhappy.

"When you come back this time, my father will make you a delicious roast duck." MEG smiles and touches Amy's head.

"Roast duck!" Amy's eyes suddenly lit up, looked at the ugly duckling lying on the counter lazily, full of excitement, and said, "it's OK to bake without growing into a white swan!"

The ugly duckling, dressed in orange cat, stands up and plumps down from the counter. He hides behind the counter and looks at Amy, shivering.

"Ugly duckling, don't be afraid. Come and let me hug you." Amy walked towards the duckling with a smile, reached out her little hand and picked up some of the ducklings. Then she pinched the meat on its stomach and nodded with satisfaction: "well, it's already very fat. That's what they call autumn fat. It must be very delicious when it's Roasted..."

The ugly duckling looks at Amy's eyes and is gradually frightened. Don't turn your head and want to escape.

After coaxing Amy to sleep, MEG turns on the desk lamp on his desk and pulls out some books about the elves from the bookshelf that he just moved back from the bookstore two days ago. These two days, he is too busy to read much. He is going to catch ducks in the wind forest tomorrow. It's a good choice to hold Buddha's feet temporarily.

Two hours later, MEG turned off the light and went to bed.

The grand spirit memorial ceremony lasted for three days. It was presided over by the queen of spirits. All the elves in the elves family except slaves and guards attended.

This is obviously good news for McGonagall.

As the second largest inland freshwater lake in Nolan, Lake wadingle covers an extremely large area, extending from the north of wind forest to the north. It belongs to the elves, and there will be elves to patrol the lake.

In addition to many beautiful legends about elves bathing in the lake, there are also some legends and conjectures about water monsters in the lake.

However, most of these legends come from the fantasies of other ethnic groups, and their credibility is obviously not high. MEG speculates that most of the so-called water monsters are Warcraft. The system can raise ducks in the lake, which indicates that there are still some Warcraft in the lake, but the level may be generally low.

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"The queen announced that I will be closed from today on. Unless the elves encounter a crisis of life and death, they will not be allowed to disturb me. Tomorrow's ceremony will be presided over by Helena, and all affairs of the family will be decided by the Presbyterian Council."

That night, a notice spread all over the windy forest.