Chapter 884

The business hours in the evening will soon arrive. MEG has probably finalized a recipe for fish flavored eggplant, but the specific amount of ingredients and seasonings still needs to be tested continuously.

Without master's experience and precise recipe, McGonagall is undoubtedly a new challenge. It's not only about patience, but also the comprehensive application of his understanding of cuisine. Only in this way can he make a fish flavored eggplant to satisfy himself.

Put away the pen and paper, McGonagall walked towards the kitchen door, Phyllis has not yet taken out the roast beef kebab for him to try, he is also curious about the progress.

"It seems that amazing talent has not been used in the case of kebabs." McGonagall stood at the door, smiling at Phyllis, who was standing on the grill with a nervous face.

Her bright forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her eyes were staring at the string of Beef Kebabs on the grill. Her hand holding the string of Beef Kebabs was a little stiff, like holding something that would explode at any time.

On the plate beside her, there are a pile of mountain like failed products. Some of them are baked as black as charcoal, some of them even burn bamboo sticks, some of them are half cooked, and none of them can be seen, let alone eaten.

McGonagall took a look at the roasted kebab in Phyllis's hand and walked into the kitchen. Looking at the dejected Phyllis, McGonagall said with a smile, "it's really the same as me."

Originally a little frustrated, Phyllis looked back at McGonagall and said, "did you do the same at the beginning?"

"I'm not a genius chef at all, but I'm a bit luckier and more diligent than others." McGonagall nodded with a smile and said in silence, "of course, the point in front is more important."

There was a new confidence in Phyllis's eyes.

McGonagall poured those failed Beef Kebabs into the kitchen garbage can, cleaned up the kitchen and said with a smile, "today's practice is over. When you go to work the day after tomorrow, you will be responsible for all the food preparation work. You can practice in the restaurant at ordinary times. If you have something to do tonight, you can go first, If you have nothing to do, you can stay in the restaurant

"I'd like to see you cook, if I can." Phyllis looked at MEG with a bright eye. If she had only her royal highness in her mind before that, there would be one more.

"Whatever. I'll arrange your place in the evening." McGonagall nodded slightly. It's a good thing that Phyllis is eager to learn. He hopes that she can grow into a cook who can be independent as soon as possible, so that he can be liberated slowly.

As for the residence, McGonagall has already thought about expanding Mia's dormitory to four bedrooms. Anyway, there is still a large empty space beside them. When he built the dormitory for mia, he asked the system to reserve two places. After the room was finished, he just opened the door directly, which did not affect the layout at all,.

"By the way, what style do you like in your room?" McGonagall suddenly looked up at Phyllis, who was helping to clean up.

"Well?" Phyllis is a little confused.

"That's... I'm going to arrange a dormitory for you. What kind of decoration or color do you like in your room?" McGonagall explained that after what happened last time, he had decided not to guess a woman's mind.

Phyllis was warm in heart. No one had asked her what she wanted, but no one would have thought about what she liked. Except for her meticulous consideration, MEG had not only taught her to cook, but also looked at the face with a gentle smile, her heart thumping and whispering, "I... I love love." Just keep it simple... "

With that, Phyllis peeked at McGonagall again, worried and said, "is this too demanding..."

"Doesn't that mean there is no demand?" MEG smiles and shakes her head. The little girl is still too shy, but it's easy to be simple. It seems that she still retains many of the elves' natures.

"System..."

McGonagall haggles with the system for a while, and finally adds a dormitory, packaging repair and all the furniture for Phyllis at the price of 30000.

"My father, the children are going to have a parents' meeting. Would you like to go?" Amy came home from school and said as soon as she came in.

"Parents' meeting?" MEG was surprised to see Amy with a small schoolbag on his back. Crassus and Julian come to the restaurant every day for dinner, which means they visit their home every day. Besides, Amy is the only one of them. Do they have to hold a parents' meeting?

"Well, Daphne said when she came to play with me after school. All the parents of the children will go, so will you?" Amy nodded her head, her big blue eyes flickering at MEG, full of expectation.

It turned out that it was the unified student union of the students in chaos school. MEG was a little aware of it, but he was a little worried when he looked at Amy's expectant eyes. Amy now studies magic with Krasu and Julian every day. He didn't study with his classmates in chaos school, and Krasu didn't give any notice at all.

But looking at Amy's expectant eyes, McGonagall could not bear to refuse. He touched Amy's head with a smile and said, "of course, my father will go to Amy's first parents' meeting."

"Great!" Amy jumped up happily, holding Meg's arm and shaking, "father, you are so kind!"

Phyllis stood at the kitchen door, looking at this scene, her face is full of smiles, the father and daughter no matter when they seem to be so loving, enviable and warm.

"But Daphne said that this parents' meeting asked her father and mother to be present..." Amy's voice became smaller and smaller, and she looked at MEG carefully.

"In this case..." McGonagall also pondered, suddenly his eyes brightened, "why don't you find someone to replace him?"

They brush their eyes and look at Phyllis, showing the color of thinking at the same time.

Originally, Phyllis, who was a little worried, was stunned for a moment, and her heart jumped up like a deer. Although she had promised to help the boss take care of her children before she came here, she didn't mention the degree of pretending to be the mother of the child, did she?

But... Looking at the delicate and lovely Amy and mature and gentle McGonagall, Phyllis's heart suddenly softened. It's really not easy for a man to take his children with him. If the mother of the parents' meeting doesn't go, it will be said by others, right? In this case... I'll reluctantly agree.

"I don't think so. Bean sprouts are safe." Amy shook her head.

"Well, it's too small to look like a child." MEG nodded with approval.

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