The voice of the system sounds: This system only provides restaurant decoration, excluding areas outside the restaurant.
Mag habitually rubbed his chin with his right hand, looked at the dilapidated stairs and the dark second floor, thought of the bed covered with a little straw just now, he couldn't live in it tonight, and couldn't let his precious daughter suffer any more. It is necessary to improve the quality of life at a later date.
And he didn't feel too much hostility from this system. The so-called punishment should be more to supervise his hard work in learning how to cook, and to achieve the mission of Master Chef as soon as possible.
Since this is the case... Mag rolled his eyes, and said in a nonchalant tone in his heart: "System, I think your statement is wrong. I provided this entire small building as a restaurant site. Of course, you have to pay attention to the whole building." Renovation, I can't accept the opening of such a restaurant with inconsistent style. And the second floor is not decorated and reinforced. If a brick falls and kills the guests, it will be a big trouble. If it is not smashed to death, it will be even more troublesome , Maybe I will be killed by a guy who can't kill me with a drill, so how can I learn to cook and be a master chef? You can figure it out yourself."
The system fell into silence, as if thinking about it. After a while, the system's voice sounded again: "Since the building's danger level is too high, the system analyzes and decides to rebuild the small building and carry out decoration. Please ask the host to determine the decoration style."
McGonagall secretly rejoiced. Sure enough, things like the system can still be discussed and used. It would be boring to be led by the nose by it, but on the surface he still behaved quite calmly.
The decoration style of the restaurant has been decided, and the decoration style of the second floor is similar to his previous home. Low-key, luxury and comfort are indispensable. There are three rooms on the second floor, a toilet and a bathroom. Mi’s room chose a tender pink decoration style, and confirmed it directly with the system.
The sound of the system sounded: "It takes 30 seconds to rebuild the decoration, please leave the room, the host will start counting down for one minute..."
Thirty seconds is enough! Mag was stunned for a moment, but when he heard the 60-second countdown, he hurriedly and slowly moved towards the door, crossed the threshold with some difficulty and turned around to close the door. It was already dark outside.
"Father, are you here to pick up Amy?" Amy's soft and cute voice sounded from behind.
Mag turned around, and Amy was holding two yellow-brown pancakes in each hand, looking up at him, her long eyelashes fluttering, her little face was full of joy and joy, her father had never come out to pick them up before. I have passed her, but today it seems that I came downstairs to pick her up at the door on purpose.
"Yes, I'm here to pick up Xiaomi, and I'm going to make a magic trick for Xiaomi." Mag smiled and squatted down, took Amy into his arms, and hugged her gently.
"Magic?" Amy looked up at Mag with some doubts, and soon her eyes lit up again: "Is it magic? Can my father change many, many delicious things?"
"Well, yes, my father is going to turn Xiaomi into a beautiful big house and a beautiful restaurant. From now on, I will cook you a lot of delicious food every day." Mag said softly, and she really was a snack.
"Really?" Amy opened her mouth slightly, seemingly unbelievable.
"Close your eyes and count down to thirty." Mag smiled and nodded.
"Thirty, twenty-nine..." Amy closed her eyes obediently and counted.
Mag looked at Amy tenderly, listening to her soft voice counting down, the ground was shaking slightly, and there were occasional sounds of things landing behind her, but she didn't look back.
Counting down from thirty, it passed in a blink of an eye.
Amy opened her eyes, her small face full of anticipation.
"Next, let's take a look at our new home." Mag took the two sweet shortbread in Amy's hand, took her little hand and stood up, and turned to look in the direction of the small building with some expectation.
A beam of warm light shone from the doorway, just falling on two figures, one big and one small, standing at the door.
"Wow~~" Amy's mouth was wide open, and she suddenly changed her appearance. She was stunned for a while at the palace-like resplendent house under the lights, before turning her head to look at Mag on the side and shouting happily: "Father, did you really conjure this up? A beautiful house like the Crystal Palace! There are also glowing stones! Father is amazing!"
"Well, this will be our home in the future, and it will be a restaurant." McGonagall nodded with a smile, and it really felt better to be admired by her little girl than anything else.
It is still a two-story building, but it has changed from a crumbling two-story log cabin to a European-style two-story villa. There are floor-to-ceiling windows facing the square, and you can see the European-style crystal chandelier shining from the outside. The restaurant is comfortable and stylish.
However, because the previous shaking seemed to cause some small commotion, Mag took Amy's hand and pushed the door in, saying, "Let's go home first, and father will tell you about those things later."
"Well, Father is the best!" Amy rubbed her head against Mag's hand, and happily jumped into the door.
Mag turned off the light outside the door, and at the same time as the two of them entered, a bearded dwarf staggered out of the next house, looked around drunkenly, and muttered: "Which stupid troll ran here again?" Let's dance! Damn guys, keep people from sleeping..." After finishing speaking, he walked back again and slammed the door with a bang.
"Father... is this really our house?" Amy stopped at the door, looked at the splendid restaurant, and looked up at Mag, still in disbelief.
She has never seen such a beautiful house before, with flat and smooth floors, beautiful crystal chandeliers, neatly arranged brand new tables and chairs, and an exquisite cutlery box on the table, and inside is a bigger than her. There was a long counter that was even taller, and there was another room behind the counter, but she couldn't see anything in it.
"Of course." Mag nodded with a smile and waved his hand: "This is our new home. A restaurant can be opened on the first floor, and the second floor is where we live..."
"Great!" Before Mag had finished speaking, Amy ran out, ran around the restaurant with open arms, and then sat down at the innermost table, beckoning to Mag: "Father, let's sit here and eat sweet shortbread, Xiaomi is hungry."
"Okay." Mag smiled, as expected, food was the most important thing.
"The task of owning a restaurant is completed, because the host additionally requires repairing the area outside the restaurant, this task reward is offset. The system releases a new task: learn the first dish-Yangzhou fried rice. The task time is three days. After the host is ready, you can click to enter the kitchen. Trials in God's Proving Ground, the reward for this task is physical fitness +0.5, and the penalty for failure is physical fitness -0.5." The voice of the system sounded again.
Mag stopped in his tracks all of a sudden, and a door suddenly appeared in his mind. There were four glittering words on the door: Yangzhou Fried Rice, which should be the so-called God of Cooking Proving Ground.
Of course, Mag is more concerned about the success rewards mentioned by the system. What he is most eager to improve now is his body. In this state, let alone cooking, he can’t even hold a kitchen knife steadily. He arranged task rewards for strengthening his body, and his mood suddenly became a little excited.
Although I don't know how far this physical fitness +0.5 can reach, the system should not cheat him, isn't it just Yangzhou fried rice, how difficult can a bowl of fried rice be.
When he was in Yangzhou, he tried several authentic Yangzhou fried rice, but he seemed to give a bad review, but to be honest, the taste of the fried rice was still very good. Uncomfortable problem, it is said that a time-honored brand was closed for a period of time after he commented, but this kind of thing happened too much, and he didn't pay much attention to it.
"Father?" Amy looked at Mag who was stunned there with some doubts.
"Here we come!" Mag quickly suppressed the urge to open the door, sat across from Amy, handed Amy the cake in his hand, and said with a smile: "Come on, try it first." It’s Xiaomi’s favorite sweet shortbread.”
Mag took a closer look at the sweet shortbread. It was about the size of an adult's palm and one centimeter thick. It should be corn, mung beans, potatoes...a pile of messy coarse grains baked in a charcoal oven. His hands are like rough tiles.
"Yeah." Amy held the cake in both hands and approached it, opened her small cherry mouth and took a bite, making a crisp sound, and then chewed happily, like a little hamster, eating very well Sweet and very cute.
"Is it so delicious?" Mag was a little skeptical, but seeing Amy eating really whetted the appetite, she couldn't help but picked up the pancake and took a bite, chewed a few times, and then stunned.
"Is this a baked tile? Did I bite off my teeth or a cake? I cut my mouth after I bit it, wanted to swallow it and then stuffed my throat. Can this mother be poisoned? How many times can I sell it a day?" Hundreds! The food culture in this world is probably a bit deserted! No, I’ve got a throat stuck!” Mag stared, threw the shortbread in his hand on the table, and ran to the kitchen sink clutching his throat.