Chapter 1103

"Father, what's in your pot? What's new? "

Amy came back from school at noon and stood at the kitchen door looking at the big pot with the lid on. She asked curiously.

Phyllis and Anna also look at MEG curiously. Since this morning, MEG has been cooking with the lid closed, and has never seen him lift the lid.

"It's a pot of thick soup. It's a base Soup for making new dishes. You can't eat new dishes until evening." Meg said with a smile.

If you want to make a pure and delicious Buddha jump wall, every step should not be vague.

Moreover, with the upgrading and improvement of the system and the addition of some black technology kitchenware, he can make a pot of Buddha leaping over the wall in one day. According to the normal process, it is impossible to do it in a few days.

"Is it made from the shark fin you brought back yesterday?" Amy asked again.

"Yes, but that's just one of the ingredients." MEG nodded, looked at his watch, turned off the fire, opened the lid and looked. The soup was ready.

Then he took out the shark fins and lips that had been dried overnight last night and put them in the steamer to steam.

The ingredients need to be processed in the same way.

"Did you learn any interesting magic from the teacher today?" MEG put the ingredients away, looked back at Amy and asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes, master Julian taught me teleportation magic today." Amy nodded, took out the magic wand and turned it into a magic wand. Then she drew a circle on the ground. With an ice blue light rising, a chill spread. The light flashed, and Amy disappeared.

"Where is Amy going?" Anna blinked, looking at a little bit of ice left on the ground.

The light of ice blue lights up again in the same place, and the light fades away. Amy appears in the same place again, holding a music box in her hand, and says with a smile: "look, in this way, I don't have to climb the stairs when I go upstairs."

"Very good."

McGonagall's mouth twitched. I don't know what it would be like if Julian knew the teleportation magic he had taught Amy so hard, but she just used it to go up and down stairs.

"Amy is so powerful!" Anna clapped her little hand and exclaimed.

"Little sister Anna, let's learn to dance. Yesterday I found a very interesting dance. A person can make many hands. It's beautiful." Amy shakes her music box and looks at Anna.

"Really? I want to see it, too. " As soon as Anna's eyes brightened, she immediately went out of the kitchen with great interest and followed Amy.

Mia, they have nothing to do now, and they all step forward.

Amy's music box has become an important entertainment item every day. The beautiful elf in the crystal ball never seems to be tired, bringing melodious singing and wonderful dancing.

What's more, Amy said that in half a month, the restaurant will hold a major festival called "Chinese New Year". According to the Convention, they need to perform. Naturally, everyone wants to study hard.

"A thousand hands avalokitesvara of one person?" McGonagall took a look at the elf who was performing, and picked his eyebrows. This kind of thing can only be done in the fantasy world, but not everyone can perform.

"My father, this morning's soybean milk and fried dough sticks are delicious. Amy still wants to eat them." Amy played for a while, then came to the kitchen door and looked at MEG expectantly.

"If Amy wants to eat, his father will make it for you tomorrow morning. Because he has to make a lot of preparation, he can't eat it at noon today." Meg said with a smile.

"Well, Amy will have it tomorrow morning." Amy nodded, holding the fat face of the ugly duckling who also poked his head out, and said, "don't look, I don't have to eat. You certainly don't have to eat either."

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling cried wrongly and drew his head back.

"Well, come to dinner." McGonagall came out of the kitchen with the last dish and looked at the girls who were huddled together and watching the music box dancing.

"Wash your hands first." Meg said, looking at Amy, who was about to sit in the chair.

"Ouch ~" Amy answered cleverly, moved a small stool from one side, went to the kitchen to pad it, turned on the tap and began to wash her hands.

They sat down and began to eat.

"My father, I heard that all the friends who used to play together in the square have moved to their new homes. Can we go to them for a while?" Amy just sat down on the table and looked at MEG again.

"Yes, of course, but during the day Amy has to learn magic, and at night her father has to cook in the restaurant. He can't spare time. He has to wait for the next rest day to go." McGonagall thought for a while. It seems that the action of the foundation is very fast. If the children stay outside in this severe winter, I'm afraid many of them can't survive this winter.

"Well, all right." Amy nodded, picked up chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken and put it in Meg's bowl. "Father, you have to eat more chicken."

"Amy also eats more fish, which will make her smarter." MEG put a spicy roast fish in Amy's bowl and said with a smile.

"No, all the big fish that can be caught are big fools." Amy looked at the grilled fish and shook her head seriously.

McGonagall:

Amy picked up the fish and put it in her mouth. She chewed it down and said with a smile, "but big fool, fish is good."

"If it's delicious, eat more." MEG gave her another piece of fish, and he didn't know what to say.

After lunch, the restaurant ushered in a busy noon business hours.

Since Phyllis may be leaving soon, MEG is also planning to recruit another one who can take the responsibility of preparing food materials.

Although abemia's knife work is good, she has been very busy in the restaurant and ice cream shop. He really can't bear to let her be responsible for the preparation of food materials.

As for the others... At the moment, it doesn't seem very suitable.

At the end of the busy noon, McGonagall, carrying a deck chair, put it in the open space at the door of the restaurant, ready to sleep in the warm winter sun.

But just as he closed his eyes, a dark shadow obscured the sun.

"Well?" MEG opened his eyes and put on a pair of round and full headlights.

"Well? A little familiar with the style? " McGonagall was stunned for a moment, then looked up. Countess Camilla, with a sneer on her face, was looking down at him.

"Is it good?"

"The sun is so round..." McGonagall said casually.

"Oh, have a good look. You may not see the sun tomorrow." Camilla's coquettish eyes narrowed slightly, and her body came closer to Meg, as if to press him on the couch.

"How can it be? The sun will still rise tomorrow, but it may not be as round as it is today." McGonagall said with a smile. He guessed the countess's intention.

"Are you not afraid of death?"

"Death, of course, is a fear of death, but does the countess dare to kill in broad daylight?" McGonagall smilingly took out a piece of water blue crystal from his pocket. "What happened that day, I left a memorial with a photo stone. Would the countess like to enjoy it together?"