Chapter 937

When McGonagall pulled out the folding grill from under the black cloth and took out a beef kebab with serial numbers in the incubator, the noisy classroom was suddenly quiet.

People looked at the grill that McGonagall had set up, and the fresh beef in the incubator, with a strange look.

They have attended many parents' meetings, and it is the first time that they have heard that someone has brought the grill to school. Are they going to barbecue the children on the spot?

The expression of each subject teacher is also smiling. What kind of trouble is this? Will the parents' meeting become a barbecue?

"Er... Mr. McGonagall..." Luna stopped talking. Although she couldn't say there was a problem there, she still thought it was a bit strange.

McGonagall also found that his Roast Beef Kebabs seemed a little out of season, but he brought them with him. It seemed even more strange to carry them back again. He had to harden his head and say, "Miss Luna, I have prepared some Beef Kebabs for the children. Can I bake them outside? The beef kebab is better to be roasted now. "

"I really want to roast beef for the children on the spot."

All of a sudden, everyone burst into laughter. This is probably the most embarrassing request made by parents in all previous parents' meetings.

"Did boss Mai understand me wrong this morning?" Geerjee, who was sitting on one side, muttered strangely.

"Honey, what did you say to boss Mai this morning?" Miranda asked in a low voice.

"I said that most parents would bring some snacks and gifts to their children... Maybe the snack in boss Mai's mind is roast beef kebab." Geerjee shrugged, but soon began to smile again. "But today we may be happy again."

"This..." Luna was a little confused. She had never met this situation, and she had never heard of it from other teachers.

According to the regulations of the school, it does not seem to say that parents are not allowed to bring barbecue to bake at the parents' meeting, but this is the school after all, and barbecue at school seems a bit out of date, which makes Luna a little at a loss.

"My father's roast beef kebab is delicious. There is no better roast beef in the world." Amy said with pride to the children.

"Ma Ma, I'd like to have a roast beef kebab."

"I want to eat it, too! I want to eat it, too! "

Being seduced by Amy and imagining the steaming barbecue, the children are not calm.

The semi bald teacher said with a smile, "Miss Luna, I think Mr. McGonagall's proposal is very interesting. Isn't there no rule in the school not to barbecue at the parents' meeting? Why don't we make a start? "

"Yes, it's rare that this year's Academy contribution award was produced in our class, which is an honor that the green bud garden has never had." The common sense teacher nodded.

Luna looked at the enthusiastic students and the smiling MEG, hesitated for a moment, nodded with a smile and said, "thank you, Mr. McGonagall."

"All right." McGonagall got Luna's permission and walked out of the classroom with the grill and beef. He still turned to Amy and said, "Amy, I need your help."

"With pleasure." Amy jumped to keep up with her, her face was full of smiles, and she was able to eat delicious roast beef kebabs at school, which was really a very happy thing.

Class two is on the first floor. There is an open space outside the door. MEG puts the grill on the open space and puts all kinds of condiments and sauces on the shelf of the grill.

Children and parents in the classroom, head, full of curiosity from the window, looking at the door.

"Amy, burn all the carbon red with a little fireball." Meg said, pointing to the smokeless carbon in the grill.

"Good." Amy nodded. A purplish red flame appeared in her palm and condensed into a small fireball, which she threw into the charcoal pile.

When the flame lights up, it goes out. In a flash, the smokeless carbon in the grill has been ignited, red and evenly emitting heat.

Sally stood by and looked at it with a smile. She couldn't help with the kebabs, but she could help distribute them to the children after they were baked.

"Wow, magic!"

Looking at this scene, the children's faces showed their admiration and admiration. For them, magic is still a distant thing, but Amy has been able to pinch out a fireball.

"Very well, thank you, Amy." McGonagall said with a smile, sure enough, it's much more convenient and fast for Amy to light the fire than anything like alcohol, and the degree of charcoal burning is just right, which is suitable for direct barbecue, saving a lot of time.

"Oh, it's not up to the standard to roast meat outside. Besides, the source of the beef is not clear. It's brought directly in a box. Our children and I will never eat such roast meat." Said a thin man, with a big back and a shiny wax on his hair, who was well-dressed.

"Yes, we still need to pay attention to the food for our children. Our children are never allowed to eat this kind of food outside. Even if they eat in a restaurant outside, they also bring their own tableware." Sitting beside him, the young woman in a green dress followed Ying He, embracing the round little boy in her arms, her eyes full of doting.

"Well, I don't eat it." Little boy Joseph nodded firmly, then asked in a low voice: "mother, when I go back later, can I have three fried chicken?"

Joseph's parents' words also caused some parents' concern. Although it was Amy's father's kindness, which child was not their heart's treasure, so whether to let the children eat the barbecue made the parents hesitant.

"Fastidious? Boss Mai is more particular than you. Can you find a cleaner restaurant in the city of chaos? " Geerjee took a look at the couple and said softly, looking forward to Meg, who had already started putting Beef Kebabs on the grill.

"It seems that we must redouble our efforts, or I'm afraid we can't even see her heel." Palmer, sitting by the window, looks at the certificate rolled up in Amy's hand and thinks silently.

"There shouldn't be a problem?" Luna looked in the direction of the headmaster's office with some worry. Although there is no regulation in the school rules, she should be the first head teacher who promised to let parents barbecue in the school.

The pickled beef kebabs are put on the hot iron frame, and the oil overflows from the fat beef brain, making a wonderful Zizi sound.

The smell of roast beef gradually began to come out, and became stronger and stronger, spreading in all directions.

"It smells good!"