Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

When I went upstairs, McGonagall heard the sound of the rustling of the egg wrapped in the small blanket. I looked back and had a smile on my face. I don’t know if it was scared by Amy’s words.

Sleeping for a night, at 5 am the next morning, McGonagall was woken up by the alarm clock under the pillow, turning off the alarm clock as quickly as possible, slamming up to change clothes, washing down the stairs, and starting to enter the kitchen to make braised pork. .

Braised pork needs to be boiled for two hours, so it is necessary to get up early, and although the technology of McGee's kneading dough has grown, it takes a short time to take out two large portions of soft dough.

Innumerable practice in the kitchen **** trials, until you make a waxy meat sandwich that is satisfying to the most discerning of the past, McGonagall is very serious.

Picking up a night of pork belly is actually almost time, but in addition to his and Amy himself eating this morning, he is only ready to do a few to give them a try.

Really write on the menu and start selling, of course, all the conditions are perfect.

Keeping the taste of the dishes stable is one of the basic requirements of the Michelin restaurant, and now it is also the requirement of McGonagall for his restaurant.

Of course, money still needs to be collected, and letting them taste new products in advance is one of the conditions for crowdfunding.

The face of Meg, tied to the apron, was full of serious expressions. The neatly picked up the large pieces of pork that had been marinated in the pot, strictly following the best steps and time that I had summarized yesterday, as well as the amount of spices and spices. After the small fire is cooked, start to make noodles.

The noodles are indeed a kind of effort. Fortunately, in the trial field, McGonagall has slowly developed a set of methods that can save a little bit and save the dough. However, the two groups were intermittent, and he stayed for an hour.

Putting the raw noodles on the side, McGonagall did not rush to bake, and looked at the watch, it was already seven and five.

The braised pork is about to be cooked for another fifteen minutes, and Amy, who has already gotten out of bed, hasn't gotten up yet. He has to wash his hands and solve the apron going upstairs.

McGon entered the room, and Amy closed her eyes as if she was still asleep.

But her long twitching long eyelashes and the corners of her mouth, which showed me to laugh, showed that things were not that simple.

"Well? It seems that there is still a little fairy who doesn't wake up. How can I wake her up?" McGonagall stood by the bed and said with a smile, his expression looked a bit distressed.

Amy’s eyes sneaked open and saw a look at McGonagall. She immediately closed her face and said with a slight sideways face: “The little fairy said that she would wake up if she wants to kiss her father.”

"Oh, it turned out to be the case, then our little fairy woke up." McGonagall looked like this, and walked over and leaned down and kissed Amy's cheek.

"The little fairy woke up!" Amy opened her eyes and opened her hands around Meg's neck. So she hung his neck and giggled and stood up. After standing straight, he was full of happiness and Looking forward to watching him ask: "Is the father an adult, is it better than a sweet cake?"

"Quick, but it's best to just get out of the oven. Xiaomi changed clothes, washed down the stairs, and almost finished." Meg smiled and nodded, feeling happy in the morning, glanced at it. A little black skirt on the side said in my heart: "System, I want to buy a purple skirt, a cute one, pay cash."

This time, the system did not even say that there was a whole page of hundreds of small skirts in the mind of McGonagall. From top to bottom, the price ranged from 1 to 500 gold coins.

"That's the ten gold coins." McGonagall glanced at the skirt that was studded with amethyst and priced at five hundred gold coins. He really couldn't appreciate this style, so he had a chest. A purple and purple dress with purple and red broccoli embroidery, a tulle outside the skirt.

"Okay, Xiaomi will change clothes." Amy’s eyes lit up and nodded.

"I have prepared new clothes for Xiaomi, and I don't like it." After listening to the system and confirming that the clothes were in place, Meg laughed and walked over to the closet and looked back at Amy.

“Really?” Amy’s face was full of expectations.

McGonagall opened the closet and took the small skirt hanging inside. He went to the bed and smiled in front of him: "I don't like it."

"It's beautiful, and it's purple, Xiaomi likes it." Amy looked at the little skirt, her eyes were full of surprises, she jumped a few times in bed, kissed Meg's face with her toes and nodded her head. : "Father, adults, Xiaomi loves you."

"I also love Xiaomi, come, let's try new clothes." McGonagall was very happy and helped Amy put on new clothes.

There are some beautiful lines on the upper body. The golden red bauhinia on the chest gives people a bright feeling. The hem of the pleated skirt has a layer of purple yarn.

Amy turned around on the bed and looked down at the purple tulle, full of surprise expressions, and stopped for a while.

McGonagall looked at the little skirt, cute Amy like a little angel, smiled and reached out and touched Amy's head. "Go, wear shoes, then go to wash, my father goes downstairs to make a cake for you."

"Okay." Amy nodded skillfully, coming down the small stairs and putting on white shoes to wash.

McGonagall sneaked a probe and looked at Amy, who was squeezing his toothpaste. It seems that he will not have to worry about daily washing problems in the future, and then he will go downstairs.

Turn off the fire of the braised pork in just the right time, put the finished raw noodle on the preheated oven, and McGon thought about it, and placed 16 of them just across the oven.

After a while, Amy, who had been washed down, came downstairs and stood at the door of the kitchen. The probe looked towards the inside. She had already smelled the rich and fragrant smell of braised pork. She sniffed and curiously said: "Good fragrance, father. What is this? It is completely different from the rainbow fried rice."

"Millet sits first, you will know after a while." McGonagall said with a smile, selling a good.

"Okay, then let me go and see the ugly duckling." Amy nodded, turned and walked to the back of the counter and squatted. He listened for a while, and patted the small blanket gently: "The ugly duckling, get up quickly, Come out today, or I will bake you now."

"Shasha...shasha..." The sound of the big egg that was originally quiet was suddenly heard, and it sounded a little anxious.

"Well, this is right, keep working hard." Amy nodded and encouraged.

The rustling sound is even more urgent. If you are afraid of not being positive, you will be eaten and baked.

In the kitchen, McGonagall shook his head with a smile, although he felt that his girl was very cute, but the little guy in the big egg was a little pitiful.

The thin knife in the hand slid over the edge of the baked white scallions, and a piece of braised pork was caught in the pan and chopped on the cutting board. All of them were stuffed into the meat folder with the mouth open, and a small spoonful of wax was placed. The juice is poured on the meat, and an authentic meat sauce is finished.

"Millet, a hundred times more than the sweet shortbread, the meatballs are cooked, come over and taste it." McGonagall held the meat in one hand and took a plate in one hand and walked out of the kitchen.