"Let's go, see that our Xiaomi is already yawning just now, go upstairs to sleep." McGonagall took Amy's hand and smiled.

"Millet is not sleepy, she can help her father pack his things." Amy yawned as she shook her head.

"I'll clean it up later, you can't fall asleep here, Dad can't hold you now......" McGonagall took Amy's little hand, inexplicably a little lost.

Such a lovely daughter, but she can't give her a princess hug, let alone lift it high, no, she must recover her body as soon as possible, McGonagall secretly made up her mind.

The staircase is at the other end of the kitchen, and from the counter, there is a small door separating the dining room from the living area, which is very much to McGonagall's liking.

The little guy kept running upstairs and downstairs while he was unconscious, and went to ask someone to come and see him, and after eating, he said that he was not sleepy, and his eyes were about to close when he climbed the stairs.

McGonagall led her into the master bedroom, where there was a pink children's bed with a guardrail next to the bed, a small quilt on the small bed, small pillows, and a small staircase to climb up.

Amy's eyes lit up when she saw such a beautiful room and small bed, but she was too sleepy, she took off her shoes and climbed onto the small bed, pillowed on a warm and comfortable pillow, grabbed McGonagall's fingers tightly with her little hands, and said happily: "Father is so good, the bed has become soft and comfortable, Xiaomi likes it so much." There is also a full banquet of Manchu and Han, it must be delicious......"

"Well, tomorrow morning, when you wake up, you can eat the loving breakfast made by your father, and go to sleep obediently." McGonagall smiled.

"Breakfast of love, it must be delicious...... "Amy murmured, closed her eyes, and fell asleep in a moment.

McGonagall stood on the edge of the bed and looked at Amy, who was sleeping sweetly, reached out to help her pull the hair that fell on her face to the sides, took her other hand back, and covered her with the quilt.

"Don't worry, Dad will definitely let you eat the full banquet of Manchu and Han." McGonagall leaned down and kissed Amy's hair lightly, and said silently in her heart.

McGonagall sat on the edge of the big bed next to her, closed her eyes and looked at the door in her mind, and was thinking about how to open it, when a villain who looked exactly like him appeared in her mind, just like his body, completely under his control, hesitated, and reached out to push open the door with the four big characters of Yangzhou fried rice.

Feeling a flash of white light in front of her, McGonagall subconsciously closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, all her spirit had been absorbed into the villain's body, and the door behind her was gone, and the place where he was standing now was a rectangular kitchen, exactly the same as the kitchen on the first floor of herself, just corresponding to the proportions.

"Hey, this is good, after going out, it saves time to run in and get familiar with the kitchen." McGonagall's eyes lit up, and she was stunned when she lifted her legs, her body, which was completely powerless, was able to move normally, and she couldn't help jumping twice, although she was still a little light and weak, but it was much better than before.

"System, what is this?" McGonagall exclaimed with some excitement, could it be that the system had been kind enough to restore his body?

"The host's current physical state is the state after the physical fitness +0.5, please work hard to complete the task, a strong body is waiting for you." The sound of the system sounded.

"I see." McGonagall looked at a physical fitness comparison chart that came to her mind, the physical fitness of a normal ordinary human is 2, and the physical fitness of McGonagall after the broken hand and short foot is 1, semi-crippled.

And the current state is 1.5, although I can't hold a heavy sword, but it's enough to hold a kitchen knife.

And the physical limit of human beings in this world is much higher than that of the earth, for example, after the physical fitness reaches 4, you can fight hand-to-hand with ordinary orcs, and when you reach 10, you can even punch the forest troll down, and McGonagall Alex's physical fitness should have reached about 8, which is an extremely powerful existence among humans.

"Welcome to the Chef God Trial, the system will provide an authentic Yangzhou fried rice experience, only the Yangzhou fried rice completed by the host can leave the trial ground after passing the certification of this system, the standard is all the requirements put forward by the host when commenting on Yangzhou fried rice." The sound of the system rang out again.

"System, I think I heard something wrong just now, what is the standard you said?" McGonagall asked tentatively.

"All the requirements made by the host when they commented on Yangzhou fried rice." The system responds without emotion.

"I think the official Yangzhou fried rice standard announced before is very good, why don't we follow that?" McGonagall tried to negotiate.

"The standard cannot be changed, please complete the task as soon as possible." The system categorically refused.

"What is the standard for other dishes after that?" McGonagall panicked.

"It's all based on the host's previous reviews."

“wqnmlgb！”

McGonagall's heart was broken, and she originally thought that this system had no malice and could be used as an auxiliary system, but now it seems that he is still too young, and it is definitely full of malice to use the requirements he made at the beginning as a standard.

remembered that he had made a venomous request for a tongue at the beginning, and after putting it on himself, it was not enough to express his feelings.

This Nima is putting himself in a hole to death, even if it is those Yangzhou fried rice masters, it is estimated that there are few who can make Yangzhou fried rice to that extent.

"Sure enough, I can't think too good, this is the system that Tiandao came up with to appease those chefs. But now that everyone is in, you can't get out without finishing it......" McGonagall looked at a glittering experience pack that appeared in her mind, and took a deep breath to calm herself.

Since there is no choice, let's face it, he has already said that he wants to make Amy a love breakfast, thinking of how happy Amy should be when she eats Yangzhou fried rice, McGonagall is also full of expectations, and even her eyes have become firm.

McGonagall tried to touch the glittering experience bag in his mind with her mind, and a Yangzhou fried rice making experience poured into his mind, from the selection of ingredients, to the processing of ingredients, to the process of fried rice, perfectly integrated into his mind, as if it was originally possible.

"It's that simple?" McGonagall was completely stunned, originally thought that the system would embarrass him, but he didn't expect to give him such a big surprise directly, just like letting him inherit the inheritance of a Yangzhou fried rice master, he felt that as long as he did it according to the method in his head, he would immediately be able to make a bowl of high-quality Yangzhou fried rice with full color and flavor, so that he could directly become a veteran from a novice cook, which was simply cheating for him.

After sorting out the things in her head, McGonagall confidently walked to the refrigerator and opened the refrigerator, which was divided into various ingredients, rice, mushrooms, ham, winter bamboo shoots, prawns, green peas, eggs, millet and green onions, all the ingredients she needed.

"Cook first, then process the ingredients, and then fry the rice." McGonagall's mind was clear, and her eyes lit up as she looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator.

Stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of rice, the hand was smooth and delicate, the color was green and white, the particles were full, and it was crystal clear under the light, much better than the quality of the Thai fragrant rice he usually ate, and a fragrance came to his face.

Looking at the prawns in the pond next to them, the translucent body has rare lilac lines, swimming happily, looking vibrant and wild.

The bamboo shoots are still stained with a little black soil, the salt frost on the ham has not been removed, the gray mushroom should be some kind of tree mushroom, the eggs are larger than ordinary eggs, and the earthy yellow is yellow, and the tender green millet and green onions are still stained with some dew.

As a foodie who has eaten almost all Michelin star restaurants, McGonagall still has this eyesight, these ingredients are absolutely superior, but to that extent, he is a little uncertain, but since this is used to practice his hands, he will naturally not be polite, and start washing rice and cooking.

With such a Gao Daquan experience, McGonagall originally thought that it should not be difficult to make a Yangzhou fried rice, but when she really started to process the ingredients, she found that everything was not as simple as she imagined.

However, I knew very well how to cut the knife in my mind, but when I actually held the ingredients and started cutting, I found that the movements in my hands did not meet the requirements and standards in my mind.

In order to make the fried rice taste more delicate, each side dish had to be cut into the same uniform size as the rice grain, which was extremely demanding for the knife and a serious challenge for McGonagall, who could not do it just by slicing evenly, but could only repeat it over and over again.

Looking at the thin, thick slices of bamboo shoots, McGonagall sighed and continued with another one.