Barbara looked up at McGonagall, and at this moment she felt like she wanted to die.

Not only was she touched by a man, but her golden knees actually knelt in front of this man!

What's even more terrifying! She actually pressed her face against the man's body, sliding from her chest all the way to her thighs.

Although she was a little surprised by the tight and uneven figure under this man's clothes, the hot temperature of the veneer almost suffocated her.

How could such a thing happen to Princess Barbara, the land of the moon!

How can a man deserve to touch her body!

Men should kneel in front of her!

Can ...... now

Barbara found herself unable to even move, her soft body could not exert any strength, her knees seemed to be nailed to the ground, and she could not move no matter how hard she tried.

In such a humiliating posture, she didn't even have the ability to change.

"Did this man put that kind of medicine in the water? The kind of medicine that makes women unable to move after drinking it, and can only be at the mercy of men? But Amy is still around! This pervert! Men are really big pigs' trotters! Barbara's eyes widened as she watched McGonagall panic.

"Sister Barbara, are you thanking your father?" Amy asked curiously.

McGonagall looked at Barbara, who knelt in front of her, and was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect this girl to look quite arrogant on the surface, but she was grateful for it, but this way of thanking him made him a little uncomfortable.

"You don't have to be so polite, how can you say that you are also an employee of my restaurant." McGonagall shook her head with a smile and said, reached out and carried Barbara to the chair next to her and sat down, and handed the water cup in her hand to Barbara, "You have severe hypoglycemia and anemia, so you can't be hungry, otherwise it will be easy to faint, and there will even be danger, I added sugar to this water, you can drink some more." ”

"Hypoglycemia? Anaemia? Barbara was stunned when she heard McGonagall's words, could it be that McGonagall knew what disease she had? And just now he wasn't taking advantage of himself, just her?

"Low blood sugar, so you have to drink more sugar, right?" Amy looked at McGonagall with curiosity, "So if you're anemic, is Sister Barbara going to drink blood?" ”

"Even if I die, I can't drink blood!" Before McGonagall could speak, Barbara said with a look of death on her face.

"Even if you want to drink, I can't afford it." McGonagall pouted, he wasn't going to raise a vampire, put the cup to Barbara's mouth, and slowly lifted it.

Barbara wanted to refuse, but as soon as the cup approached, a faint fragrance came to her face, just after smelling it, she felt much more refreshed, and the faint fragrance in Yangzhou fried rice, hesitated for a moment, or opened her mouth to drink.

The water is cool and refreshing, and as McGonagall said, it should have a lot of sugar added, and the taste is very sweet, but it doesn't feel tired at all.

After a few mouthfuls of the fountain of life, Barbara felt a magical power rise from her body, and her limbs, which were originally sore and weak, gradually regained consciousness, and her empty body seemed to be filled all at once, and she suddenly gained strength.

"It seems that it should be fine, do you want me to feed it?" McGonagall looked at Barbara's gradually improving face and smiled.

"I don't want anyone else to feed me!" Barbara snatched the water glass, looked at McGonagall with a gentle smile on her face and Amy with a concerned expression, lowered her eyes, and said to the water glass: "This kind of thing is already commonplace for me, and there is no problem at all." ”

McGonagall looked at Barbara with her eyes down and drinking water, this tsundere princess seemed to be a little stronger than expected, although her status was noble, but her small shoulders seemed to bear a lot of things.

"You can't be hungry, but I prepared dinner for you in the cooler when I went out today, and I put a note on the kitchen door, you ......" McGonagall pointed in the direction of the door, glanced in the direction of her finger, and then looked at Barbara, and was a little embarrassed, "You may not be able to see it." ”

He felt that the normal height was a lot more than the top of Barbara's head, and if he didn't look carefully, he might not be able to find it accurately.

"Hmph." Barbara continued to drink water, and the thing she hated most was that people called her short, and if it weren't for the fact that McGonagall had just woken her up, she would definitely have to make the other party pay.

"Then I'll go and make you something to eat, the beef skewers need to be marinated, so I'll make a steak." McGonagall walked towards the kitchen a little embarrassed, and if the news of the fact that he almost starved his employees to death got out, he would have to be labeled a capitalist who abused his employees.

"Steak?" Barbara's face was a little puzzled, as it didn't seem to be on the menu at McMie's Restaurant.

"The steak made by my father is super delicious, and everyone who has eaten it says it is good." Amy pulled out a chair and sat down across from Barbara, with a serious expression on her face.

"Is it better than beef skewers?" Barbara was a little unconvinced.

"It's as delicious as a beef skewer." Amy said as a matter of course.

"Really?" Barbara's eyes lit up and she looked forward to it, the beef skewers were the best beef she had ever tasted.

"Of course it's true." Amy nodded firmly.

McGonagall entered the kitchen, where the steak cooking utensils were already on the stovetop, and the pinstriped grill could cook eight steaks at a time, enough for daily operations.

There was an extra box of black pepper in the 32-compartment spice box on the stove, and when I opened the refrigerator, it had been cut into thin and thick steaks of exactly the same size, and even the steaks with almost the same texture had been neatly placed on plates, which was very convenient to take and use.

Next to the cabinet, there is a standing oak barrel with a retro faucet closing switch underneath.

McGonagall leaned forward and sniffed her nose, and the faint red wine accompanied by the aroma of oak came to her face, which made his eyes light up, and exclaimed, "Good wine." ”

Reaching out to take a clear glass from the side of her, McGonagall flipped the switch, and the bright red wine fell into the quilt, clear and translucent, bright red as blood, and a mellow aroma of wine filled the entire kitchen at once.

McGonagall shook her glass slightly, the red wine rippled in the glass, and then took a sip.

Delicate and cheerful, but as subtle and soft as a girl in a boudoir, the seductive fragrance is full of spices, honey, vanilla, and slight minerals, which stretches McGonagall's eyebrows.

"System, where did you steal this wine?"

McGonagall opened her eyes and looked at the glass in her hand full of surprise.