Mag went into the kitchen, and the rice that was in the rice cooker had just been cooked, so she took out a bowl and put it aside to dry for a while, then used the credit to buy ingredients for a Yangzhou fried rice first, and started to make the second Yangzhou fried rice .
McGonagall will not consider the matter of purchase restrictions now, and the mission of 1,000 copies of Yangzhou fried rice is not a joke. But if the restaurant business is really booming in the future, in order to allow more people to eat delicious food, it is a rule to respect customers.
As for the system's proposal, he is not stupid, this guy probably wants him to return to a semi-disabled state.
"The opinions put forward by this system are all to make the host go further on the road of cooking god." The voice of the system suddenly sounded.
Mag raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that his thoughts would be interpreted by the system, instead he was frank, and asked: "System, then in order to let me go further on the road of chef god, let me give you a suggestion. "
"Please tell the host." The system replied.
"I think you should reduce the price of this ingredient by half." Mag said seriously.
"The ingredients provided by this system are all from..." the system responded.
"I have the same attitude towards your suggestion." Mag ended the conversation straightforwardly before the system finished speaking.
"..." A line of ellipsis floated in Mag's mind.
The corners of Mag's mouth were slightly raised, and he began to process the ingredients quickly.
What a joke, back then he was famous for his poisonous tongue, he never lost in a verbal battle, he didn't get a fan, and the slander system was not a piece of cake.
Mobai is sitting and feeling the changes in his body. After eating a piece of Yangzhou fried rice, the warm feeling in his body begins to fade away, but the feeling of fatigue has not disappeared, but it really exists. After clenching his fists, his state is similar to when he just woke up this morning, full of energy.
"At this level, it should be worth half a bottle of mid-level recovery potion, and there is no feeling of overdrawing the body at all. A bottle of mid-level recovery potion costs 20 gold coins. I have to consume a bottle of mid-level potion a day, and two bowls are delicious and The Yangzhou fried rice with better efficacy is only 12 gold coins, so it’s really a bargain.” Mo Bai quickly made a calculation in his mind, and his eyes lit up when he came to the conclusion.
The forging of each weapon requires more than ten thousand swings of the hammer weighing nearly one hundred catties, and the high remuneration also corresponds to high-intensity labor and forging skills.
Mobai's physical recovery ability has not been as good as when he was young in recent years. In order to complete the workload every day, he needs to drink a bottle of intermediate recovery potion with a disgusting smell at noon.
However, the dependence on this thing is too strong, and he has already felt that his body is slowly corroded due to long-term use. If this continues, he will maintain the forging accuracy for at most five years.
The day he lost his precision was the day when the sign he had set up in this chaotic city for decades collapsed.
Although the price of at least 1,000 gold coins for a weapon allowed him to save a lot of savings, he knew that the money was far from enough for what he wanted to do, and five years was too little time. It takes ten years of daily high-intensity forging.
For him, this Yangzhou fried rice was like a ray of light that suddenly appeared in the endless darkness, and he saw hope all of a sudden.
"Try another serving, if the recovery effect is really good, then you can eat it every day from now on!" At first, I thought it was a bit painful to spend the money, but compared with the potion that made me want to vomit after taking a sip, this is extremely delicious , and the price is nearly half of the price of Yangzhou fried rice, if the effect is the same, how to choose is not an embarrassing thing at all.
"Grandpa dwarf, didn't you just say that you wouldn't fall in love with this taste?" Amy also finished her portion of Yangzhou fried rice now, licked her lips, and said with a smile on her face. It's full of innocence.
Mo Bai blushed when Amy stared at him, coughed twice and said, "I was testing the boss just now to see if he has confidence in his cooking skills. I didn't expect him to be so good at cooking, but he didn't have confidence." , so I am boosting his self-confidence."
"Is that really the case?" Amy looked at Mo Bai suspiciously.
"Of course it's true. I'm not the kind of person who thinks it's not delicious before I try it." Mo Bai nodded seriously, with a bit of pride in his tone.
"Then I'll take it as real." Amy gave Mo Bai a helpless look, slipped off the chair, and entered the kitchen with the plate.
"I... I..." Mo Bai felt as if he was despised again, being looked at by a little girl with that helpless look, as if she had already seen through everything.
Mag listened to Mo Bai's Tsundere conversation in the kitchen and was so easily speechless by Amy, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise a little.
The little girl is very talented, as expected of my daughter, as long as this poisonous tongue attribute is developed casually, coupled with her cute appearance, she can completely make people doubt life and yet not get angry. This kind of feeling is simply not too good.
"If you still want to eat, I will make more of my portion later, and I will give you a small bowl." Mag smiled and took the plate and put it aside, looking at Amy and said.
"Father, you are so kind to Xiaomi." Amy looked up at Mag, her little face was full of admiration. After waking up yesterday, Father seemed to be a different person. It was so nice .
Mo Bai looked at the father and daughter in the kitchen outside, and was stunned for a while, as if he saw a child standing in front of the stove and looking up at the man wielding the heavy hammer with admiration. Knowing how he is doing, it seems that I owe him too much.
"Go and sit outside, father will cook rice for the guests first." Mag nodded with a smile.
"Okay." Amy responded obediently, and happily left the kitchen, climbed onto the high stool behind the counter, and looked at Mo Bai with her chin in her hands, "Grandpa dwarf, don't worry, your fried rice is very fast It will be done, just wait a little longer."
"En." Mo Bai came back to his senses, nodded in response, and looked at Amy with a rare smile.
"Guest, your fried rice." Mag put the fried rice in front of Mo Bai and smiled.
"Okay." Mo Bai nodded, looking at the exquisite fried rice that looked like a work of art, he took a large spoonful of hope and fed it into his mouth, the taste was as intoxicating as before, and then Swallowing the fried rice, the warm feeling rose again, nourishing every flesh and blood in the body.
"It's really effective! And it's better than the middle-level recovery potion!" Mobai's eyes were full of surprise.
I don't know if it's because eating one serving has relieved enough muscle fatigue. He feels that eating the second serving not only relieves fatigue, but also nourishes the muscles that have been worn out all year round. Although this kind of nourishment was very weak, those places were painful when it was rainy, but now he felt extraordinarily comfortable, as if he had a pair of warm hands gently pressing him.
"Boss, please bring me another Yangzhou fried rice." Before the fried rice in front of him was finished, Mo Bai suddenly looked up at Mag and said, with some respect in his eyes.