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

"Well, it's not for sale that I make for Xiaomi." McGonagall looked at Amy and put the dishes on the table.

If the system is half right, he is really a rookie who can only make four dishes perfectly, but these four dishes are gradually improved to the extreme by himself, reaching the height that those top chefs on the earth have not reached.

At least some dishes are cooked in a similar way. McGonagall feels that he has been able to cook them, perhaps far from perfect, but it is enough to be a home cooked dish.

"System warning: Restaurant LV1 level can't conduct self-study of dishes. The host has violated the rules once. Hereby, the restaurant will be demoted if the level 3 warning reaches three times." Just then, the system sounds.

"Demotion? System, isn't the restaurant the lowest level now? " McGonagall put the plate down, pulled back his chair and sat down, with some indifference.

"LV1 restaurant, demotion will return to the state before the system transformation." The system replied calmly.

"..." McGonagall's first day of thinking back, the old and swaying house suddenly became a little uneasy. The house was really not a place for people to live in.

"The host, as an alternate of Kitchen God, should be strict with himself before entering the room. Only when he has a solid foundation can he make steady progress and have the opportunity to ascend the throne of Kitchen God." The sound of the system became extremely serious.

"Well, I'll do it twice at most." MEG was silent for a moment.

It's not unreasonable for the system. After finishing these two dishes, he is really ready to try other dishes, which may be out of control.

However, the dishes made in this way have almost no self requirements, and it may become more difficult to turn around and achieve the best again after preconceptions.

The "..." system silently floats over a line of ellipsis, and it doesn't say anything.

"Meow, meow," the ugly duckling stared at the shrimp on the plate, his eyes shining and his paws, but he still didn't dare to rub against the table.

"Xiaomi, put the ugly duckling aside and wash your hands before eating." Meg said with a smile as he looked at Amy, who was trying to catch the prawns.

"All right." Amy was a little reluctant to look at the delicious looking prawn, but she said, putting the duckling on the ground and running towards the kitchen with her short legs.

"Ugly duckling, come here and give you one first." McGonagall said hello to the duckling, picked up a shrimp, peeled off the shell neatly, grabbed the tail of the shrimp and fed it to the duckling.

The ugly duckling raised his head, bit and ate happily.

"Father, I want to feed you, too." After washing her hands, Amy came and squatted beside the ugly duckling, looking up at MEG with her head open.

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling turned and looked at Amy bitterly.

"This is my father, my Lord!" Amy looks back at the ugly duckling and takes a serious oath of sovereignty.

"Meow, meow," the ugly duckling immediately counseled, rubbing her head against Amy's calf, as clever as she could be.

"Well, both." MEG nodded with a smile and peeled a shrimp again to feed Amy.

Amy bit half of the shrimp. Her eyes brightened and she chewed happily. She looked at MEG and said happily, "my father, this prawn is really delicious, and today I really ate a lot of prawn meat. My father really won't cheat Xiaomi."

"Well, eat more if you like." McGonagall looked at Amy's lovely face, and the smile on her face became more and more brilliant. Her greatest sense of achievement was probably when she was praised by her own girls.

It's really important for children to do what they say.

The story of Zeng Zi Kun * has been circulating for ages, full of wisdom of ancient people in educating children.

A breakfast was spent in a happy atmosphere, because the two little guys really like it. After a whole dish of stewed prawns, MEG didn't taste one of them. But it should be good to see the satisfied expression of the two little guys.

"System, is it dangerous for me to hunt in this state?" MEG asked in his heart as he collected the bowl.

"Please rest assured that there is a 50% chance of survival." The sound of the system's calm.

McGonagall shook his hand and nearly dropped the bowl in his hand. His expression was a little strange and he said, "system, isn't it just to catch a chicken? How can there be a 50% chance of failure? Is it too easy for him to die? "

"In the wilderness, the situation is changing rapidly, and the fiery chicken can only be regarded as the lowest level of Warcraft, but the host may encounter some powerful Warcraft in the process of looking for the fiery chicken, and the probability is about 50%."

"So... Whenever I touch it, I die? Do I have such a weak chicken MEG could not help but make complaints about it.

"Host, do you think you are very powerful?" Asked the system.

MEG make complaints about it. He is only two days from the semi disabled state. If he meets the two level monster, the chance of survival is really zero, so he can't help but Tucao: "system, you push me to the pit of fire?" Isn't it good to cook well? What are you playing with? Eat chicken

"The host can increase the survival rate by purchasing items, up to 99%!" The sound of the system suddenly became light.

"Is that your ultimate goal?" McGonagall suddenly felt a little ridiculous in his heart. This system is really unscrupulous in order to make money!

"I don't have the money to buy a 1000 gold weapon." MEG walked to the kitchen with the bowl, calmly.

"This system can provide daily rent service for weapons. For only 10 gold coins a day, you can enjoy a top-level customized weapon. If you rent it for more than seven days, you can also enjoy 10% discount! Moreover, the system also provides a daily rent service for armor at all prices, including one-time magic shield, one-time magic attack wave and one-time... "The voice of the system is full of enthusiasm.

McGonagall's face was black. It seemed that the system had finished watching the self-cultivation of the dramatist, and the routine was getting deeper and deeper. He suddenly asked, "system, if I take Amy, what's the survival probability?"

The system was silent for a long time, and said with difficulty, "100%"

"Well? What the hell is this MEG was surprised.

"Amy is much better than you." The system said quietly.

"As long as you take Amy, the survival rate is really 100% McGonagall, who was compared by his daughter, asked after him.

"After the accurate calculation of this system, it is 100%." The system gave a definite answer, and then solemnly suggested: "however, this system does not recommend the host, and does not recommend the host to bring Amy. This is a serious hanging behavior and will be severely morally condemned. Besides, Amy's study is more important. She is absent from class on the second day of school, which is not conducive to forming a good study habit... "

"Bang, you want to cheat me to buy the official peg again." McGonagall turned his mouth, put the bowl in the dishwasher, walked out of the kitchen, looked at Amy and said with a smile, "Xiaomi, let's cut class today."