Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

McGonagall went into the kitchen. The rice he had put in the rice cooker had just been cooked. He first served a bowl of it and left it to air for a while. Then he used his credit line to buy a portion of Yangzhou fried rice and began to make a second portion of Yangzhou fried rice.

McGonagall will not consider the purchase restriction now. The task of 1000 copies of Yangzhou fried rice is not for fun. But if the restaurant business is really hot in the future, in order to let more people eat delicious food, the purchase restriction can be regarded as a rule of respecting the guests.

As for the proposal of the system, he is not stupid. This guy mostly wants him to restore his semi disabled state.

"The opinions put forward by this system are to make the host go further on the road of Kitchen God." The sound of the system suddenly rang out.

McGonagall picked his eyebrows. Unexpectedly, his ideas were interpreted by the system. Instead, he was magnanimous and asked: "system, in order to let me go further on the road of Kitchen God, I'll give you a suggestion."

"Go ahead, please." System response.

"I think you should cut the price of this food by half." McGonagall said seriously.

"All the ingredients provided by this system are from..." the system responded.

"I have the same attitude towards your suggestion." McGonagall did not wait for the system to finish, it was a straightforward end to the dialogue.

"..." a line of ellipsis passed through Meg's mind.

McGonagall's mouth slightly tilted and began to process the ingredients quickly.

Joke, he was famous for his poisonous tongue in those years. He never lost the battle of tongues. He didn't brush any powder. The system was not a piece of cake.

Mo Bai was sitting and feeling the changes of his body. After eating a Yangzhou fried rice, his warm feeling began to fade away. However, the feeling of fatigue did not disappear. He really existed. He clenched his fist. His state was similar to that when he just got up this morning, and he was full of energy.

"To this extent, it should be equivalent to half a bottle of intermediate recovery potion, and it doesn't feel overdrawn at all. A bottle of intermediate recovery potion costs 20 gold coins, and I need to consume a bottle of intermediate potion a day, while two bowls of delicious and better Yangzhou fried rice only cost 12 gold coins. It's really cost-effective. " Mo Bai quickly calculated an account in his heart, and the conclusion made his eyes bright.

The forging of each weapon requires more than ten thousand strokes of the hammer, which weighs nearly 100 Jin. The high reward also corresponds to the high intensity of labor and forging skills.

In recent years, Mo Bai's recovery ability is not as good as when he was young. Every day, in order to complete the workload, he needs to drink a bottle of disgusting intermediate recovery potion at noon.

However, the dependence of this thing is too strong, and he has already felt that his body is slowly corroded due to long-term use. In this way, he can keep forging precision for five years at most.

The day when he lost precision was the day when the signboard he had set up for decades in this chaotic city collapsed.

Although the price of a weapon of at least 1000 gold coins saved him a lot of savings, he knew that the money was not enough for what he wanted to do. Five years was too little. He needed at least ten years of high-intensity forging every day.

This Yangzhou fried rice, for him, is like a light suddenly appeared in the endless darkness, suddenly saw the hope.

"Eat another try, if the recovery effect is really good, then you can eat every day after that!" I thought it was a little painful to spend the money, but compared with the potion that would vomit after a sip, Yangzhou fried rice, which is extremely delicious and nearly half cheaper, is not a difficult thing to choose if it has the same effect.

"Grandfather dwarf, didn't you just say that you won't fall in love with this taste?" Amy finished her Yangzhou fried rice, licked her lips, looked at Mo Bai and said with a smile, her face was full of innocence.

Mo Bai was Amy's old face, and he coughed two times: "I was just testing the boss to see if he had confidence in his cooking. I didn't expect him to be so good at cooking, but he didn't have self-confidence, so I was improving his self-confidence."

"Is that true?" Amy looks at Mobai suspiciously.

"It's true, of course. I'm not the kind of person who dislikes bad food before trying it." Mo Bai nodded seriously, with some pride in his tone.

"Then I'll take it as true." Amy looks at Mobai helplessly, slips down from the chair and enters the kitchen with the plate.

"I... I..." Mo Bai felt that he was despised again, and was looked at by a little girl with that helpless eyes, as if she had seen through everything.

McGonagall listens to Mo Bai Aojiao's conversation in the kitchen, and is easily speechless by Amy.

The little girl is very talented. She deserves to be my daughter. As long as she develops her poisonous tongue property casually and matches with her lovely appearance, she can make people suspicious, but she can't get angry. This kind of feeling is not too good.

"If you still want to eat, I'll make more of my share later and give you a small bowl." MEG took the plate and put it aside with a smile. He looked at Amy and said.

"Father, you are very kind to Xiaomi." Amy looks up at McGonagall with adoration on her face. When she woke up yesterday, her father seems to have changed. It's so nice.

Mo Bai is outside looking at the father and daughter in the kitchen. He is stunned. In a trance, he seems to see a child standing in front of the stove, full of worship, looking up at the man waving a heavy hammer. He hasn't seen him for so many years, and I don't know how he is. It seems that he owes too much to him.

"Go and sit outside. My father will fry rice for the guests first." MEG nodded with a smile.

"All right." Amy's clever way, happy out of the kitchen, climbed to the high stool behind the counter, holding his chin in both hands, looking at Mo Bai, "dwarf grandfather, don't worry, your fried rice will be ready soon, darling, wait a little longer."

"Well." Mo Bai just recovered, nodded and looked at Amy with a rare smile.

"Guest, your fried rice." McGonagall put fried rice in front of Mo Bai and said with a smile.

"Good." Mo Bai nodded and looked at the fried rice, which was as exquisite as a work of art. He scooped a large spoon into his mouth with full hope. The taste was as intoxicating as before. With the fried rice swallowing, the warm feeling rose again, nourishing every part of the body.

"It's really effective! And it's better than the intermediate recovery potion! " The white eyes are full of surprises.

I don't know if it's because I've already taken one portion to relieve enough muscle fatigue. He thinks that the second portion is not only to relieve fatigue, but also to nourish those muscles that are worn all the year round. Although this kind of nourishment is very weak, those places are painful when it comes to rainy days, but now they feel very comfortable, just like having a pair of warm hands to help him gently press.

"Boss, please give me another Yangzhou fried rice." In front of the fried rice has not finished, Mo Bai suddenly looked up at McGonagall and said, with some respect in his eyes.