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

McGonagall came out of the city hall near noon, because he put a leave note on the door when he went out, so after changing his clothes, he went to several detective agencies and intelligence agencies, provided some information, but also bought some information.

"After yesterday's high-profile appearance, it really attracted a lot of people's interest. Noah Goodall's name can't be disclosed for the time being, but some interested people should help spread the news more widely. They just need to wait for the young master of the Barkley family to come to the door." McGonagall tore the pieces of paper into pieces, threw them into the ditch, went into the alley, changed his clothes again, found a noodle shop outside, ate a bowl of dull noodles, and was ready to go home.

"Ding! The new task of the system: invite the host to the vegetable market to buy the ingredients for three courses in the vegetable market. Requirements: all the ingredients purchased must be of the highest quality in the whole vegetable market! 0.5 physical fitness points will be awarded for successful tasks, and 0.5 physical fitness points will be deducted for failed tasks. "

Just then, the sound of the system suddenly sounded.

"Well?" McGonagall stopped and said, "system, aren't you a vegetable seller? Why did I suddenly go to other places to buy vegetables? This is not in line with your idea of selling vegetables? What's more, there is a big gap between the quality of the dishes in the market and what you provide. If the restaurant suddenly changes the quality of the ingredients, the guests will find out immediately. "

"Only high quality ingredients can make the most delicious food, and selecting high quality ingredients is a basic skill of a chef, and in this respect, the host is obviously very lacking. This task is a supplementary task after the trip to lodu task is triggered. The host must master the ability of food selection before going to lodu. During the trip to lodu, the system will not provide any food except spices and spices for the host. " A serious voice from the system sounded.

"So." McGonagall's expression also became a little serious. He had understood the purpose of the system.

He has always relied on the system to provide the most perfect ingredients. Because of the closeness of the restaurant, even if someone doubts his purchasing channels, he can find reasons and methods to prevaricate.

But if he went to lodu to celebrate the king's birthday, he would never bring his own food, but only use the food provided by others.

At this time, the selection of food materials has undoubtedly become a very important skill.

"The reward system of 0.5 physical fitness point is really rare and generous, so I'm not polite." McGonagall said with a smile, riding a bicycle toward the direction of the vegetable market.

Spend a silver dollar to ask the doorman of the market to help watch the bike. MEG goes straight into the market.

Yading square's food market is the largest comprehensive food market in chaos city. Basically, all the food that chaos city can eat can be found in this food market.

"Come on, the newly killed third level Warcraft black rock python! Under the hard skin of rock is the delicate and fat snake meat. If you miss this time, you don't know when you will meet it again! " A tall Orc stood next to a skinned Python and yelled. The python was as thick as a bucket and hung on a shelf. It was more than ten meters long and bloody. It looked scary.

"The squirrels are very lively. Whether they kill the barbecue or keep them as pets, they are the best choice. Only the last three are left!" An elf was holding a cage with three squirrels in it. He was jumping up and down in the cage. He was very cute and attracted a few children to watch.

"The boss ran away with his sister-in-law. The workers had no money to pay, so they had to sell the first-class Warcraft skin shrimp on sale! One jin of 150 copper coins, until they are sold out! " On one side, a few dark skinned middle-aged men were holding banners. In front of them were basins of red freshwater shrimps, shouting slogans in tears.

McGonagall took a look at the one waving the big pincers, which was comparable to the skin shrimp of the Australian lobster. It really looked very skin, but the slogan sounded familiar.

"Be careful! The fiery chicken is coming out Just then, a nervous cry came out, and a fiery chicken with a height of more than one person suddenly rushed out of a shop, burning all over and rushing along the passage.

A big man with bare upper body chased out with a knife in his hand. He cried out to be careful. His face was full of worry. People along the way were in a hurry to avoid. The food market was in a mess. The fiery chicken was a Warcraft. If it was rubbed and touched, ordinary people like them couldn't stand it.

McGonagall happened to be in the corridor, looking at the galloping flaming chicken, then at the two old men and women supporting each other behind him, frowning.

Huolie chicken is a kind of food for stewed chicken. When I went out hunting for the first time, I was almost killed by that Huolie chicken. The danger is not small, especially in this crowded vegetable market.

The management of the food market has been running in this direction, and the passers-by who have the ability to be nearby are also ready to take action, but it may be too slow for the old couple behind McGonagall.

Hot breath has come, flamingo burning with red flame, slightly open mouth, with the general red flash of magma.

"Use a knife." McGonagall reached out and took off a knife from uncle's knife holder, who was selling kitchen knives, and stepped forward.

The blade flashed by, and MEG had passed by the fiery chicken.

A chicken head flew high, then fell to the ground, the fierce fire chicken forward two steps, and then fell to the ground, the body of the flame also disappeared.

"Hoo --"

The chicken butcher who came with the knife sighed with relief. If something happened, he would not be able to get along in the market.

"Brother, you are so skilled in killing chickens!" The man gave MEG a grateful thumbs up.

"Practice makes perfect, practice makes perfect." McGonagall arched his hand, then gave the knife back to the uncle who was completely stunned. He said with a smile, "the knife is very good. Thank you."

"No thanks, no thanks!" The uncle shook his head.

There was a round of applause, and everyone looked at McGonagall with admiration. Many people came forward and began to ask about the price of the knife.

McGonagall smiles and then continues to visit the vegetable market. McGonagall has been to the vegetable market several times and is dazzled by the variety of Warcraft ingredients. If these things are put on the earth, they are all wild protected animals, and the level is not low.

But here, it's just food that can be bought and sold at will.