Big brother, I just commented a few words casually, although the words were a little sharper, the words were a little more poisonous, and there were dozens of restaurants closed...... But are you going to make a system to force me to be a chef!!

Thinking that she would have to be supervised by a system to learn how to cook in the future, McGonagall felt a little devastated, if only she could cook something that she could eat every day, but people said that she would grow up to be a generation of chefs!

Kitchen God? You're teasing me! McGonagall was a little bit of an insult.

"Father, is there anything else wrong with you?" Amy reached out and touched McGonagall's face, and asked a little worriedly, she felt that her father seemed to be a little different today, but she couldn't tell what was different.

Feeling the warm touch on her face, McGonagall came back to her senses, tried to calm her mood as much as she could, squeezed out a little smile again, recalled, and took out the last two copper coins from her arms and put them on Amy's hand, "Millet, you go buy two shortbread, we won't cook tonight." ”

"Really! Millet likes to eat sweet shortbread the most! Amy suddenly had a surprised smile on her face, and with two copper coins in her little hands, she crawled out of bed and kissed McGonagall on the face, jumped off the bed on her short legs, put on her shoes and ran towards the door.

McGonagall looked at Amy who disappeared at the door, and was inexplicably a little distressed, the shortbread is a kind of coarse grain cake with a copper coin, but in the past two years, their father and daughter have only relied on a little odd work that McGonagall Alex took over in the guild to survive, and McGonagall will only buy one for Amy to eat during the holidays.

Amy is also very well-behaved and sensible, although she wants to eat, she never asks for it.

But where did the system run away after saying a word?

McGonagall stood up with her hands on the bed, dragged her straw sandals on the floor to a worn bronze mirror by the wall, and took in her appearance.

Because of malnutrition and long-term sun exposure, his skin is a little yellow, and his appearance is seven or eight points similar to his previous life, except that his long tan hair is curly and draped behind his head, and he has a beard and looks a little sloppy.

It's a complete waste of a good foundation, McGonagall couldn't help but complain, going out will scare children, there is such a cute little Lori at home who doesn't know how to clean up herself.

After experiencing that incident, the predecessor almost gave up on himself, and if it weren't for Amy's existence, he might have chosen to end his glorious life that night three years ago.

The little guy has suffered a lot with you, so let me make up for it in the future! McGonagall clenched her fists, but she felt like she couldn't exert her strength.

The severed hands and feet were overwhelmed, and McGonagall felt like a cripple, unable to even make a fist.

And now the situation in the house can only be described as the four walls of the house, there is only one bed in the room, and the only small cloth blanket on the bed is covered by Amy when she sleeps.

Don't say anything about the god of cooking, after the last two copper coins are spent, it will be a problem to eat tomorrow, and it seems that the key to solving the problem still falls on the system.

"The first task released by the system: to have a restaurant of its own, the host only needs to provide the restaurant land, and the system will decorate the restaurant as a whole according to the style chosen by the host. Missions are limited to three days, and there will be rewards for completion, and penalties for failure. At this moment, the neutral voice of the system sounded again.

Own a restaurant? McGonagall was stunned for a moment, and when she heard the words behind the system, she was overjoyed again, and suddenly felt that this system was not so unreliable.

Although the predecessor was a bit miserable, the most reliable point was probably that after coming to the City of Chaos, the first thing was to buy this two-story building, although it was an old two-story building, and the location was also in the corner of Aden Square, but the entire small building was his.

And although it is a little off here, it is still okay to use the first floor as a storefront, and some people have asked for rent before, but they have been rejected by the dead brain of the predecessor, otherwise it will not be mixed to the point that even a copper coin of sweet shortbread has become a luxury.

McGonagall leaned against the wall and slowly descended the stairs, the wooden floor creaking with age, and even a few stairs broken, making it a completely dilapidated house.

McGonagall, who finally went downstairs, gasped for breath, this physical fitness was really poor, she was able to tear the orcs by hand, but now she had to stop and rest even after walking a few steps, McGonagall suddenly understood why he chose to give up on himself, and if it was him, he probably didn't have the courage to live.

"System, after completing the task, is there a reward for improving the body?" McGonagall asked inwardly, subconsciously clenching her fists.

"Not now." The cold voice of the system sounded.

If you don't have it now, does it mean that there may be one in the future? McGonagall's eyes lit up, he wasn't sure how long he would be able to last if he was allowed to continue living with this body, but if the system could restore his body, even if it couldn't reach the level of the First Knight, he would be able to live a normal life.

Past Life: Money, Women, Power...... He had it all, and he stood there when he was born, so for a long time after the age of thirty, he began to think about life, wondering what he really wanted, but he couldn't find a goal.

At that time, reviewing food and restaurants was one of the things he was most interested in, and he was even a little nitpicky and addicted to his poisonous tongue, but he was just quick to talk about it, and looking at those reviews afterwards would only make him feel more empty.

But now it's different, he has a lovely daughter, living at the bottom of society, whether it's recovering her body or giving her a better life, learning to cook and then opening a restaurant, it's a thing that takes a long time to work hard.

The sudden clarity of dreams and goals made McGonagall feel like her heart was beating again.

The nobles stomped their feet in a long line, the elves jerked off their strings regardless of their manners, the dragons sat in front of the hot pot with their colanders, and the demons ate cute dumplings...... McGonagall made up the picture in her head, and suddenly found it more interesting.

The space on the first floor is not small, removing the half wall in the middle, there is a space of nearly eighty square meters, there are some wooden planks and other miscellaneous items on the ground, and there is a dark and simple kitchen at the back.

Such a space is even idle and refuses to be rented, and God can't be blamed for dying poor...... McGonagall shook her head, but the predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade, at least the conditions for the first task had been met, and she said directly in her heart: "Provide a piece of land for the restaurant." ”

The system has detected that the property right of the house here belongs to the host, and the geographical location meets the conditions for opening a restaurant.

The system's voice sounded, and at the same time, a row of 3D pictures suddenly appeared in McGonagall's mind, Chinese classical style, pastoral style, and Western restaurant style...... Anyway, as long as there are styles on the market, they can be found on it, which makes McGonagall a little dazzled.

"Since it was the resentment of those chefs who brought me here, it must be their dishes to learn, which must be dominated by Chinese restaurants, but I have been to a lot of Western restaurants, as well as various Internet celebrity shops, but I don't know how many will appear in the future." McGonagall wasn't in a hurry.

After careful analysis, McGonagall felt that she couldn't fix a certain characteristic style, otherwise a plate of steaks with knives and forks would have been sprayed to death by him in an antique Chinese restaurant.

Simple and comfortable, and then being able to accommodate more guests is the best, and he is already looking forward to the whole restaurant full of customers.

That's it!

McGonagall's eyes lit up when she looked at a restaurant with a bit of classical European style, the overall tone of the restaurant was biased towards brown, decorated with some delicate patterns, hanging European-style lamps, the table was the simplest brown log four-person rectangular table, matching wooden chairs without armrests, and there was a single long table attached to the counter in front of the counter, which could easily put down sixteen tables, and many people could sit at a glance.

The long counter is a semi-open kitchen with transparent glass that can be seen from the kitchen, but the height of the glass is good enough to block the eyes of prying eyes on the stove.

The overall style is simple and atmospheric, enough to be compatible with any cuisine, even if you are sitting and bragging, there is no sense of disobedience.

"Perfect!" McGonagall nodded with satisfaction, and was about to make a decision, but hesitated again: "System, does the restaurant renovation include the second floor?" ”