This welfare home was built by Luna's foundation in the north of the city for street children, a very large two-story building, with more than 500 children, a large courtyard of 500 square meters enclosed by the wall, some simple play facilities were built in the yard, and more than a dozen staff members were responsible for the daily life of the children.

Luna had told him before this incident that solving the problem of children's survival was the most important thing in the order before the children went to school.

For those children whose parents are still alive, the foundation has also helped them, and the city lord's mansion has provided them with a number of uninhabited houses as low-rent housing, almost free for them to move in, and actively solve the problem of employment for adults, so that they can at least survive.

"Thank you, master." McGonagall gave the driver two silver coins to help with the unloading, and the extra silver coin was a tip.

"Thank you." The coachman was a little flattered and accepted the silver coin, and thanked him busily, saying that he might not make so much money in a day, and he helped carry the things into the welfare home before leaving.

"Amy, you're here!" A small figure ran over, it was Jessica.

"Well, I'll bring my father over and make a delicious barbecue for everyone." Amy nodded.

"Hello Uncle McGonagall." Jessica looked at McGonagall and said hello.

"Did Jessica make an appointment with Amy to come over today?" McGonagall smiled.

Jessica nodded, "Yes, I haven't seen my friends in a while. ”

"Sister Anne." Jessica went up to Anne and hugged her again, and after a day of playing together, they had become good friends.

The children who were playing in the yard stopped their movements, timidly looked at McGonagall and the others standing at the door, and when they saw Amy and Annie, there was some surprise and envy in their eyes.

"Is it Amy? It's been a long time since I've seen her. ”

"Yes, her little dress is so beautiful, and she has become more beautiful."

"I remember that uncle, Amy's dad, brought us very good food last time."

"And did he bring us something delicious this time?"

The children whispered their discussions, and their eyes fell on the metallic grill and a large box on the side, and many of the children who had eaten McGonagall's yellow braised chicken were already swallowing.

"Xiaomi, you go play with the children first, I'll talk to the staff first." McGonagall smiled as she looked at the two staff members who were walking towards him not far away.

"Okay." Amy nodded obediently and took Anne's hand and walked towards the children.

"Hello, may I ask who you are?" The staff stepped forward and asked with some wary looks at McGonagall, looking at the oven and the large box beside him for a moment.

"Hello, I'm McGonagall, the owner of McMille's Restaurant, and I'm here today to make some food for the kids." McGonagall smiled.

"We have three meals for the children here, and now the children have also eaten lunch, thank you for your kindness, but this is not in line with the rules of the welfare home, please go back." The middle-aged woman staff member resolutely refused, without the slightest intention of negotiating.

McGonagall was not annoyed when she heard this, which shows that the rules and regulations of the welfare home are implemented very well, and the staff are very responsible.

"Maimie's Restaurant? Could it be the Maimi restaurant in Aden Square? The young staff member looked at McGonagall in surprise.

"Yes." McGonagall nodded.

The young staff member whispered a few words in the ear of the middle-aged staff member, and then looked at McGonagall and smiled: "Please wait a minute, I will go and ask the dean to come over, we can't sit on the Lord in this matter." ”

"Okay." McGonagall nodded, watching the young staff brisk away.

The middle-aged staff looked at Amy and Annie, who were already playing with the children, and a smile appeared on their faces, and they turned to look at McGonagall and said, "Is that your child?" ”

"Yes, both." McGonagall smiled and nodded.

"What a kind and good boy." The staff praised it from the bottom of their hearts.

From the clothes and temperament of McGonagall and the two children, it can be seen that this is a rich man, and there are often well-wishers who come to visit the children during this time, but the children of those rich people have obvious differences and estrangements from the children in the yard, and it is difficult to play together.

McGonagall smiled at Amy, who knew she was one of them, and he would never allow it to happen again.

"Hello, Mr. McGonagall, I'm Annellin, the director of the orphanage, and Luna often talks to me about you." At this moment, a lean middle-aged man walked up to McGonagall quickly, looked at him and said with some excitement.

"Hello Dean, I came here with the children today, I want to make some snacks for the children and play with the children for a while, I don't know if it is feasible." McGonagall also smiled at Annelin.

Annerin smiled and nodded, "Of course, you are a significant investor in the Foundation, you have made a very important contribution to the children living here, and the children should also be very eager to taste the cooking skills of the first chef from the City of Chaos." ”

"It's too much, I'm just doing a little bit of what I can." McGonagall quickly shook her head, it seemed that Luna was out there to brush up on his favorability.

When the middle-aged staff member heard Annellin's words, McGonagall's gaze also changed a little.

Annellin came to the middle of the courtyard and said with a smile: "Children, this is Mr. McGonagall, a very good cook, he will make food for everyone in a while, are you happy?" ”

"Really?!"

"Happy!!"

"I've eaten this uncle's cooking, it's delicious!"

The children nodded happily, and some of the children who had eaten McGonagall's food before were even more excited.

"Let's play first, and I'll call everyone over to eat when it's ready." McGonagall said with a smile, setting up the two barbecue grills and setting up the ice cream machine.

"Let's help too, if there's anything we need help with, just let me know." The middle-aged staff member from earlier came forward with several female staff members, looked at McGonagall and said.

"The ingredients have been prepared in advance, but we will need your help in distributing food to the children later." McGonagall said.

"Okay." The staff withdrew their hand from reaching for the ingredients.

McGonagall lit the charcoal fire on both grills, considering that the children had just eaten lunch, so the charcoal fire burned slowly for half an hour, and then he opened the safety ingredient box, took out two large handfuls of beef and lamb skewers, put them on the grill, and then skillfully grilled them.

Hundreds of skewers, a handful of them in both hands, flipped up and down in McGonagall's hands, scattered like a goddess scattering flowers, blooming in an astonishing arc on the sparkling grill.

"Wow!"

"That's amazing!"

The children and staff present were a little stunned, such exquisite craftsmanship was like a gorgeous performance.

As the heat scorched, the kebabs and beef skewers began to have oil, and the fragrance also spread, and the sauce was brushed, and the audience resounded with the sound of swallowing saliva.