Brother, I just commented a few words casually, although the words are a bit sharp, the words are a bit poisonous, and there are dozens of restaurants that have been closed... But you deliberately set up a system to force me to be a chef! ! !
Thinking of learning how to cook under the supervision of a system in the future, Mag felt a little overwhelmed. It would be fine if he could cook some dishes that he could eat every day, but he said that he wanted to grow into a generation of kitchen masters!
Chef? You are fucking kidding me! McGonagall wanted to curse a little.
"Father, is there any discomfort for you?" Amy reached out and touched Mag's face, and asked a little worried. She felt that her father today seemed a little different from before, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. no the same.
Feeling the warm touch on his face, Mag came back to his senses, tried his best to calm down his mood, squeezed out a little smile, recalled it, and took out the last two copper coins from his arms and put them in Amy's hands. "Xiaomi, go and buy two shortbread cookies, we won't be cooking tonight."
"Really! Xiaomi likes to eat shortbread the most!" Amy suddenly showed a surprised smile on her face, clutching two copper coins in her little hand, climbed up from the bed and hugged Mag's face and kissed it. The short legs jumped off the bed, put on their shoes and ran out the door.
Mag looked at Amy who disappeared at the door, feeling inexplicably distressed. The sweet shortbread is a kind of coarse grain cake with one copper coin, but in the past two years, their father and daughter have only relied on the little that Mag Alex picked up in the guild. Working as a handyman barely survived the day, and McGonagall would only buy one for Amy during the holidays.
Amy is also very well-behaved and sensible. Although she wants to eat, she never asks for it.
But where did the system go after saying something without thinking
Mag stood up with his hands on the bed, dragged the straw sandals on the floor, walked to a dilapidated bronze mirror by the wall, and took a look at his appearance.
Due to malnutrition and long-term sun exposure, his skin was a little yellow, but his appearance was roughly similar to his previous life, except that his long brown hair was curled behind his head, and his beard looked a bit sloppy.
This is a complete waste of a good foundation, Mag couldn't help complaining, going out will scare the children, and there is such a cute little Luoli at home who doesn't know how to clean himself up.
After experiencing that incident, the predecessor almost gave up on himself. If it wasn't for Amy's existence, he might have chosen to end his glorious life that night three years ago.
The little guy suffered a lot following you, let me make up for it in the future! Mag clenched his fist, but felt unable to exert strength.
The broken hands and feet couldn't use any strength, and Mag felt like a disabled person, and it was even difficult to make a fist.
But now the situation at home can only be described in terms of bare walls. There is only one bed in the room, and the only small cloth blanket on the bed was covered by Amy when she was sleeping.
Don't talk about God of Cooking, after spending the last two copper coins, it will be a problem to eat tomorrow. It seems that the key to solving the problem still falls on the system.
"The system releases the first task: to have a restaurant of its own. The host only needs to provide the restaurant site, and the system will decorate the restaurant as a whole according to the style selected by the host. The task is limited to three days, and there will be rewards after completion. Punishment." At this moment, the neutral voice of the system sounded again.
Own a restaurant? Mag was stunned for a moment, and when he heard the words behind the system, his brows were filled with joy, and he suddenly felt that the system was not so unreliable.
Although the previous life was a bit miserable, the most reliable point is that after arriving in Chaos City, the first thing I did was to buy this two-story building. Although it is an old two-story building, the location is also very good It's at the corner of Aden Square, but the whole building belongs to him.
And although the place is a bit out of the way, the first floor can still be used as a storefront. There were people asking for rent before, but they were all rejected by the dead-headed predecessor. The point of the product.
Mag supported the wall and went downstairs slowly. The wooden floor creaked due to the age, and even a few steps of the stairs were damaged. It was completely a dilapidated building.
McGonagall, who finally got down the stairs, was gasping for breath. This physical fitness is really bad. Back then, he was able to tear the orc with his hands, but now he has to stop to rest even after walking a few steps. Mag suddenly understood why he chose to give up on himself. If it were him, he probably wouldn't have the courage to live on.
"System, after completing the task, is there any reward for improving your body?" Mag asked in his heart, clenched his fist subconsciously.
"Not now." The system's cold voice sounded.
If not now, does it mean that there may be in the future? Mag's eyes lit up immediately. If he was allowed to continue living with this kind of body, he wasn't sure how long he could last, but if the system could restore his body, even if he couldn't reach the level of the first knight, he would be able to live a normal life. That's it.
In his previous life, money, women, rights...he had all of them, and others could not reach heights in their lifetime. He stood there when he was born, so for a long time after the age of thirty, he began to think about life and wondered about his own life. What do you want, but you can't find it.
At that time, commenting on food and restaurants was one of the things he was most interested in. He was even a bit critical and addicted to his poisonous tongue, but he was quick to speak at that moment, and reading those comments afterwards would only make him feel more empty.
But it’s different now. He has a lovely daughter and lives at the bottom of the society. Whether it’s recovering his body or giving his daughter a better life, learning to cook and opening a restaurant are all things that require long-term efforts.
Dreams and goals were suddenly clear, which made Mag feel like his heart suddenly started beating again.
The nobles stomped their feet and lined up in a long line, the elves ate skewers regardless of their manners, the dragons sat around the hot pot with a colander in their hands, and the demons ate cute dumplings... McGonagall thought about this scene, and immediately found it more interesting .
The space on the first floor is not small. After removing the half wall in the middle, there is a space of nearly 80 square meters. There are some wooden boards and other sundries on the floor, and there is a dark and simple kitchen behind.
Such a space is not willing to rent out even if it is idle, and you can’t blame God if you are poor... Mag shook his head, but the predecessors planted trees, and the descendants took advantage of the shade. At least the conditions for the first mission have been met. He said in his heart: "Provide a piece of land for the restaurant."
The system has detected that the property right of the house here belongs to the host, and the geographical location meets the conditions for opening a restaurant. The task is completed, and the host is asked to choose the decoration style of the restaurant.
The sound of the system sounded, and at the same time, a row of 3D pictures suddenly appeared in Mag's mind, Chinese classical style, pastoral style, western restaurant style... Anyway, as long as there are styles on the market, they can be found on it, which made Mag a little surprised. Dazzled.
"Since it was the grievances of those chefs that brought me here, it must be their dishes that I have learned. Among them, Chinese restaurants are the main ones, but I have also been to many Western restaurants, and there are also various Internet celebrities. store, I just don’t know how many will appear in the future.” Mag was not in a hurry to choose.
After a careful analysis, Mag felt that he couldn't decide on a particular style, otherwise a plate of steak with knives and forks would be served by a quaint Chinese restaurant, and he would definitely be sprayed to death in the past.
Simple and comfortable, and being able to accommodate more guests is the best. He was already looking forward to the scene where the entire restaurant was full of guests.
This is it!
Mag's eyes lit up when he saw a restaurant with a somewhat classical European style. The overall tone of the restaurant was brown, decorated with some exquisite patterns, hanging European-style lamps, and the table was the simplest brown log with a length of four. A square table, matching wooden chairs without armrests, and a long single-person table attached to the counter, which can easily accommodate sixteen tables, and can seat many people at a glance.
The long counter is a semi-open kitchen, and the transparent glass can be seen from the kitchen, but the height of the glass is good enough to block the eyes from peeking at the stove.
The overall style is simple and elegant, enough to be compatible with any cuisine, even if you are sitting and bragging, there is no sense of disobedience.
"Perfect!" Mag nodded in satisfaction, and was about to make a decision, but hesitated again: "System, does the renovation of the restaurant include the second floor?"