"Well, this is not for sale that I made for millet to eat." McGonagall looked at Amy dotingly and placed a plate of food on the table.

The system's words are half right, he is indeed a rookie who can only make four dishes perfectly, but these four dishes are slowly perfected by himself to the extreme, reaching a height that none of the top chefs on the planet have reached.

Touching the analogy, this phrase is just as common as cooking, at least some dishes are cooked in a similar way, and McGonagall feels that she is completely capable of making it, maybe far from perfect, but it is enough to be used as a home-cooked meal.

"System warning: Restaurant level lv1 is not allowed to conduct dish self-research, the host has already violated the operation once, hereby level 3 warning once, level 3 warning 3 times, the restaurant will be downgraded after 3 warnings." Just then, the voice of the system sounded.

"Downgrade? system, isn't the restaurant the lowest level now? McGonagall put the plate down and pulled out her chair and sat down, saying with some nonchalant.

"Lv1 restaurants, downgrading will return to the state before the system transformation." The system replied calmly.

"......" McGonagall remembered the dilapidated and shaky house of the first day, and suddenly felt a little uneasy, that house was really not a place for people to live.

"The host, as a candidate for the god of cooking, before entering the house, what should be done is to be strict with himself, to make every dish to the extreme, before he can start to make new dishes, only with a solid foundation, can he move forward steadily, and have the opportunity to ascend to the throne of the god of cooking." The system's voice became extremely serious.

"Okay, then I'll do it two more times at most." McGonagall was silent for a moment, then replied.

The system's words are not unreasonable, after making these two dishes, he is indeed a little nervous, and wants to try other dishes, which may be out of control.

However, the dishes that come out of this way have almost no self-requirements, and after being preconceived, it may become more difficult to reverse and re-achieve perfection in the future.

The "......" system silently floated a line of ellipses, and did not say anything more.

"Meow meow~" The ugly duckling stared at the shrimp on the plate, his eyes lit up, and he probed his little paws, but he still didn't dare to rub it on the table.

"Xiaomi, put the ugly duckling aside, wash your hands first and then eat." McGonagall said with a smile as she looked at Amy, who was reaching out to catch the prawns.

"Okay." Amy was a little reluctant to look at the prawns that looked particularly delicious, but she still responded obediently, put the ugly duckling on the ground, and ran towards the kitchen with her little short legs.

"Ugly duckling, come here, let's give you one first." McGonagall beckoned to the ugly duckling, picked up a shrimp, neatly peeled off the shell, and grabbed the tail and fed it to the ugly duckling.

The ugly duckling tilted his head back, took a small bite, and ate very happily.

"Father, I'm going to feed you too." After washing her hands, Amy came over and squatted down next to the ugly duckling, also looking at McGonagall with her head tilted back and her mouth open.

"Meow~" The ugly duckling turned his head and glanced at Amy with some resentment.

"This is my father!" Amy looked back at the ugly duckling and swore a serious oath of sovereignty.

"Meow meow~" The ugly duckling immediately coaxed, rubbing his head sideways against Amy's calf, how well-behaved he was.

"Okay, both." McGonagall smiled and nodded, and re-peeled a shrimp to feed Amy.

Amy took a bite of the small half of the shrimp, her eyes lit up, she chewed happily, looked at McGonagall and said happily: "Father, this prawn is really delicious, and I really ate a lot of shrimp meat today, my father really won't lie to millet." ”

"Well, if you like it, eat more." McGonagall looked at Amy's cute eating appearance, and the smile on her face became brighter, and the greatest sense of accomplishment was probably when she was praised by her own girl.

It's really important to do what you say to your child.

The story of Zengzi killing Biao has been passed down through the ages, and it is full of the wisdom of the ancients in educating children.

The breakfast was spent in a joyous atmosphere, because the two little ones liked it so much, and after eating a whole plate of braised shrimp, McGonagall herself didn't taste one, but looking at the satisfied expressions of the two little ones, it should be good.

"System, is it dangerous for me to hunt in this state?" McGonagall asked mentally as she put away the bowl.

"Rest assured that the host has a 50% chance of survival." The system's calm voice came.

McGonagall's hand shook, the bowl in her hand almost fell, and her expression was a little strange: "System, isn't it just to catch a chicken, how can there be a 50% chance of hanging up?" It's too easy for him to die, right? ”

"In the wilderness, the situation is changing rapidly, and the flamingo can only be regarded as the lowest level of magical beasts, but the host may encounter some powerful magical beasts in the process of finding the flamingo, and the chance is about 50%."

"So...... As soon as I touch it, I'm dead? Am I that weak? McGonagall couldn't help but complain in her heart.

"Host, do you think you're powerful?" The system asked rhetorically.

McGonagall thought for a moment, it had only been two days since she had recovered from her semi-crippled state, and if she encountered a second-level demonic beast, the chance of survival was indeed zero, and she couldn't help but complain: "System, are you pushing me into the fire pit?" Is it bad to cook well? What to play and eat chicken! ”

"Hosts can increase their chances of survival by purchasing items, up to 99%!" The sound of the system suddenly became lighter.

"That's what you're all about, right?" McGonagall suddenly felt a little ridiculous in her heart, this system that wants money is really unscrupulous in order to make money!

"I don't have the money to buy a weapon for a thousand gold coins." McGonagall walked to the kitchen with her bowl in her hand, calmly.

"This system can provide weapons daily rental service, only 10 gold coins a day, you can enjoy a top custom weapon, rent for more than seven days, you can also enjoy a 10% discount! Moreover, this system also provides a daily rental service for armor of various price ranges, and the voice of the system is full of enthusiasm for one-time magic shields, one-time magic attack waves, and one-time ......".

McGonagall's face darkened, it seemed that the system had finished watching the self-cultivation of the drama spirit, and the routine was getting deeper and deeper, and suddenly asked: "System, if I take Amy, what are the chances of survival?" ”

The system was silent for a while, and then said with some difficulty: "100%"

"Huh? What the hell is this? McGonagall was startled.

"Amy is so much better than you." The system said silently.

"As long as you bring Amy, the chances of survival are really 100%?" Being compared to her own daughter, McGonagall didn't like it in the slightest, and asked after her.

"After the precise calculation of this system, it is 100%." The system replied firmly, and then solemnly suggested: "However, this system does not recommend that the host bring Amy, this is a serious behavior and will be severely morally condemned." And Amy's study is more important, and skipping school on the second day of school is not conducive to developing good study habits......"

"Hey, you want to trick me into buying an official hanger again." McGonagall pursed her lips, put the bowl in the dishwasher, walked out of the kitchen and looked at Amy and smiled, "Xiaomi, let's skip school today." ”