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

Chapter 821

McGonagall nodded with a smile. Looking at the smile on Michael's face, he seemed to see who Amy was when she grew up. No matter whether she had grown up or not, she was always a child in his heart.

Michael met with the elves and announced on the spot that he would welcome them to the city of chaos. The Lord's house would help them live in the city of chaos.

The elves wept with joy and bowed to Michael and McGonagall to thank them.

McGonagall looked at the tears on the children's faces with a heavy heart. All he could do was to arrange for the children to live here. I don't know how many elves are experiencing the pain of parting from their relatives.

However, with Michael's promise, more and more elves should come to the city of chaos to seek refuge in the future, so as to reduce this tragedy.

McGonagall followed the staff of the Lord's mansion to send all the elves to their residence. It was already 12 o'clock when they came out of the Lord's mansion. Michael specially sent someone to drive him back to the restaurant.

After getting out of the carriage and thanking the coachman, MEG went to the dining room. There was a small light left for him in the dining room. He took down the sign on the door and opened the door quietly. There was no one on the first floor.

After locking the door, MEG goes upstairs and pushes open the door. Amy and Anna are sleeping in the cot, while Sally is sleeping in the big bed.

McGonagall looks at the relaxed and comfortable smile on Sally's face in her sleep and shakes her head with a smile. It seems that this trip has really exhausted her strength, otherwise she would not fall asleep in his bed.

Her eyes went down the slender thigh in the flesh colored stockings. Meg's eyes were fixed on the small black shoes on Sally's feet. It seemed that she just wanted to have a rest, but looking at her sleeping appearance, MEG couldn't bear to wake her up. After standing by the bed and hesitating for a long time, he stretched out his hand to the slender and straight calf.

Ten minutes later, McGonagall took a long breath and stood up straight from the bed, his legs a little soft.

It turns out that it's not easy to help a woman take off her shoes without disturbing her.

McGonagall looked at the shoes with warm body temperature in his hand and shook his head helplessly. It was the first time he had done this kind of thing.

Although Sally didn't wake up, she seemed to feel that her feet were no longer bound. She turned over comfortably, then took her feet back from outside the bed and curled up slightly. The tight cheongsam and long legs looked beautiful under the dim warm light.

"Don't catch cold." McGonagall pulled the quilt over her and went to the edge of the bed to tuck in the corner of the quilt for the two little guys. After standing by the bed and looking at it for a while, McGonagall took the pajamas and a set of Cook's clothes from the wardrobe with a smile and went out quietly.

After bargaining with the system, MEG bought a set of quilts and laid them on the couch behind the counter to make do for the night.

"There was no new dish for a while. It's time to learn stinky tofu." McGonagall looked at the glittering one in the corner of his mind, hesitated for a while, but did not click down. Instead, he asked in his heart, "system, can I buy a gas mask in the test space? I can't stand the smell of stinky tofu far away, let alone do it close up, and it may need to be repeated countless times. It really stinks to death! "

"The trial space is not an entity, so you can't bring gas masks into it. Moreover, as a chef, it's the most basic ability to accurately grasp the ingredients and taste of food. If you can't even do this, you can never become a qualified Kitchen God. "

"Moreover, the odor of stinky tofu is also an important indicator to measure whether the stinky tofu is excellent or not. The host needs to deeply understand the odor differences of different degrees of stinky tofu in order to make a perfect stinky tofu. This is what you wrote on your microblog when you passed a stinky tofu stall

The system sounded with a sort of schadenfreude.

"I..." McGonagall opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say for a moment. Is this nonsense his original words? It must have been written blindly when I passed by the stinky tofu stall. How could this guy in the system take it seriously!

"Then I won't study!" MEG rolled his eyes, some of the bachelors said.

"If the host chooses not to learn how to make stinky tofu and fails to make it successfully, the system will conclude that the way of kitchen god of the host is terminated for personal reasons."

The sound of the system became a little stiff.

"What happens when it's over?"

"After termination, the host will be erased from the world, and because the host has died in the original world, the host will disappear completely."

"Damn it McGonagall raised his eyebrow and directly opened the glittering experience pack. Countless information poured into his mind, which made him feel absent for a moment. Then he had a master experience in making stinky tofu in his mind.

"Stinky tofu is not stewed with excrement." McGonagall murmured unexpectedly, and then continued to digest the experience.

"Just looking at this process, you can feel the terrible smell..." McGonagall got up, went to the kitchen, poured a glass of ice water, drank it, and then went back to the couch, wrapped up the quilt, closed his eyes, and pushed the door of the kitchen god test field open.

Compared with bean curd, making stinky bean curd has a very complicated process. There are several processes in brine alone, and it still takes three days to be successful after the optimization of the system

It's the easiest way for MEG to make tofu. With the experience of tofu brain, it's no problem to change a few steps and practice a few more times.

The time of the kitchen god's proving ground was accelerated to open. Meg's brine made according to the formula was soon ready. He leaned back, stretched out his hand and reluctantly lifted the lid.

McGonagall had some expectations in his mind, but when the terrible smell came, he knew that he had underestimated the smell. He jumped back two meters and directly hit the wall behind him. The pot lid in his hand flew out and clanged on the wall.

It's an indescribable odor. Even if the toilet explodes in front of it, it's just like the feeling of fusing all the odors in the world and exploding in an instant.

"Lying trough"!!! System, let me out! I'm not the God of the kitchen

Meg, covering his nose and patting the wall, cried, turning blue.

"Once you enter the kitchen god testing ground, you can't quit halfway unless you successfully learn the dishes or finish 365 days." The sound of the system is quiet.

"Grass!"

McGonagall's face turned red because of lack of oxygen. At last, he couldn't help taking a sniff. His face turned white and fainted.

I don't know how long later, McGonagall got up from the ground and walked to the pot like a zombie. He looked at the dark things in the pot, and his eyes showed fierce color. He picked up the spoon to sweep the sauce and poured it down.