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

McGonagall raised his hand and looked at the wound. It seemed that some frightening wounds had been healed. Except that the new skin was slightly pink and tender, there was no scar at all. Only the core members of the elves could practice their magic. It was really extraordinary.

In addition to the wounds on his hands, the last green light fell into Meg's body, and the leg strain was also treated. The pain was completely lost, and even the sore arm was effectively relieved. It was like taking a hot bath, and he felt comfortable all over.

"Thank you, Elsa." McGonagall got up, moved his hands and feet, looked at Sally and said gratefully that magic is really a very magical existence.

"You're welcome." Sally nodded slightly, looked at Amy with regret and said, "life magic can only be learned by people who have bathed in the spring of life, but Amy can't now."

"Well..." Amy was a little disappointed. She turned to MEG and asked, "father, are we going to find the spring of life to take a bath?"

"This... May need to be a little later." MEG shook his head. Sally left half of what he said. It was recorded in the materials he read yesterday that apart from bathing in the spring of life, pure elf blood is also a necessary condition, and only those who are recognized by the tree of life can practice.

"Well, Amy won't learn it for the time being." Amy nodded, looked at McGonagall's hand and said happily, "but my father's hand is perfect, so I can make delicious food for Amy. Amy is hungry and wants to eat the big rooster."

"Boss, do you think it has something to do with Huolie chicken when you say there will be a new dish tomorrow?" Abelmia also looked at MEG curiously and asked.

"Yes, you haven't had lunch yet, so stay in the shop and I'll make stewed chicken for you." MEG nodded with a smile, ready to pick up the fiery chicken in abelmia's hand.

"Boss, you go to change your clothes first. I'll help you deal with the fiery chicken. What I used to do in the back kitchen at the beginning, the chicken feathers are very clean." She said with a smile.

"Well, thank you." MEG looked at abemia, eager to prove his vision, and nodded with a smile. He really let him deal with the fiery chicken himself. The scene may be extremely tragic. It is obviously more appropriate for professionals to do it.

"Come on, go upstairs, take a shower and get dressed." MEG picked up Amy and went upstairs.

"Will the ugly duckling take a bath?" Amy asked, looking at the ugly duckling in the basket.

"Wash one, too." McGonagall picked up the duckling. The duckling, who was still dizzy, woke up when he heard about the bath and struggled reluctantly in McGonagall's hands.

"I don't want the ugly duckling who doesn't take a bath." Amy said seriously.

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling immediately counseled.

MEG bathed Amy and the ugly duckling, put on a clean and refreshing water blue skirt, tied two lovely ponytails to his dry hair, and let them go downstairs to play. After that, he took a comfortable bath.

"This body is still too weak. It's no problem for the upper level of Warcraft. The second level may be able to make a few moves, and the third level can only run, and it's not sure that it can run." McGonagall is thinking with his eyes closed. What he said to the system before is of course teasing him. As a man who is determined to become a model father, how can he do without the strength to protect his daughter.

However, today's small trial also gives McGonagall a lot of confidence. His body is really like an undeveloped treasure. Every time he improves his physical fitness, he can unlock part of his ability. This kind of growth makes him look forward to.

And wait until the full recovery, and then continue to improve the physical fitness point, when the time comes, can his strength surpass that of the peak period of McGonagall Alex? This is something to look forward to.

Only when he is really strong can he guarantee that what happened three years ago will not happen again. McGonagall has no interest in experiencing the same despair.

"To improve our strength, we should start with every dish." McGonagall came out of the water, dried his body with a bath towel, looked at himself in the mirror, and showed a smile. His abdomen had some indistinct muscles, and his black eyes were very bright and vivid, sweeping away the original appearance of depression.

McGonagall went downstairs in a clean cook's suit. The air in the restaurant was a little fresh and humid, and the floor, tables and chairs became very bright and clean.

Amy is squatting on the ground to play with the duckling. Sally holds her chin and looks at Amy playing with the duckling. She turns her head and stands up.

"Sit down and relax when you don't have a job. The restaurant is clean." McGonagall said with a smile, only Sally can clean the restaurant in all directions.

"Well." Sally nodded her head and sat down again with a look of joy in her eyes.

MEG went into the kitchen, and abemia was doing the final cleaning work. The fiery chicken had been disposed of and put in a big basin. There was no hair on the dark red skin. All the things in the stomach had been disposed of. The edible parts had been washed and put on the plate. The chicken feathers were thrown in the kitchen garbage can. The whole kitchen was still clean and tidy, There's nothing worse than killing a fiery chicken.

"Boss, do you need to cut out the fiery chicken? Is that ok? " Abemia, with her sleeves rolled up, heard the voice and turned to MEG. She was a little nervous and expectant. This was the first time she had been involved in the processing of food ingredients since she came to the restaurant.

"Well, Mia did a great job, but let me do the next thing. You go out and have a rest first." McGonagall looked at abelmia admiringly and said, this is sincere. If he were to deal with this fiery chicken, it would be a mess. How to deal with those chicken feathers would be a headache for him.

"All right." Although she wanted to do more, she knew Meg's character. She wiped a little water on the stove with a dry towel and walked out of the kitchen.

If it wasn't for the Chinese new year, MEG would like to award the best employee of the year to abelmia. There is no other employee who is careful and quick.

"The system has come out to give rewards!" McGonagall looked at the lone Chinese kitchen knife on the rest of the knife and cried directly.

"Systematic learning..." in response to McGonagall is still the word that circulates.

McGonagall looked at it carefully. He didn't know when there was a small sign in the lower left corner to get the reward. He clicked it with his consciousness.

"Congratulations to the host, you have completed the fire chicken acquisition task. When you hear this, the system should still be learning..." the voice of the system rings