McGonagall smiled and nodded, looking at the smile on Michael's face, as if she saw Amy's grown up self, whether she had grown up or not, she was still a child in his heart.

Michael meets with the elves and announces that they are welcome to join the City of Chaos, and that the Lord's Mansion will help them continue to live in the City of Chaos.

The elves wept with joy and bowed to Michael and McGonagall in thanks.

McGonagall looked at the tears on the children's faces, her heart was a little heavy, all he could do was arrange for these children to live here, I don't know how many elves are still experiencing the pain of being separated from their loved ones.

However, with Michael's promise, more and more elves should come to the city of chaos in the future to seek refuge, so that this tragedy will be reduced a little.

McGonagall followed the staff of the City Lord's Mansion to deliver all the elves to the residence, and when he came out of the City Lord's Mansion, it was already twelve o'clock, and Michael specially sent someone to drive him back to the restaurant.

After getting out of the carriage and thanking the coachman, McGonagall walked towards the dining room, where there was still a small lamp left for him, took down the sign on the door, and quietly opened the door to enter, and there was no one on the first floor.

Locking the door behind her, McGonagall went upstairs and pushed open the hidden door, where Amy and Anna slept on the cot, and Sally lay on the big bed, already asleep.

McGonagall looked at the relaxed and comfortable smile on Sally in her sleep, smiled and shook her head, it seemed that this trip had indeed exhausted her a lot of physical strength, otherwise she would not have fallen asleep in his bed.

Looking down the slender thighs in flesh-colored stockings, McGonagall's eyes were fixed on the small black leather shoes on Sally's feet, it seemed that she just wanted to take a nap, but looking at her sleeping appearance, McGonagall couldn't bear to wake her up, stood by the bed and hesitated for a long time, but still stretched out her hand to the slender and straight calf.

Ten minutes later, McGonagall let out a long breath and straightened up from the edge of the bed, her legs a little limp.

It turns out that it is not an easy thing to help a woman take off her shoes without alarming her.

McGonagall looked at the shoes that were still warm in her hand, and shook her head helplessly, this was the first time he had done such a thing.

Although Sally didn't wake up, she seemed to feel that her feet were no longer restrained, she turned over comfortably, and then took her feet back from the bed, curled up slightly, her tight cheongsam and long legs looked a little charming under the dim warm light.

"Don't catch a cold." Unmoved, McGonagall pulled the quilt over her, walked to the side of the little bed and tucked the corners of the quilt for the two little ones, stood by the bed and looked at it for a while, then smiled and took the pajamas and a set of chef's clothes from the closet, and went out lightly.

After washing up, McGonagall went downstairs, haggled with the system, bought a quilt, and nestled in a chaise longue behind the counter for the night.

"I haven't had a new dish for a while, so it's time to learn stinky tofu." McGonagall looked at the glittering golden one in the corner of her mind, hesitated for a while, but still didn't click on it, and instead asked in her heart, "System, can I buy a gas mask in the trial space?" I can't stand the smell of stinky tofu from afar, let alone do it at close range, and it may take countless repetitions, so it will really stink to death! ”

"The Trials Space is not a physical entity, so gas masks are not to be brought into it. Moreover, as a chef, it is the most basic ability to accurately grasp the ingredients and the taste of food, and if you can't even do this, you will never become a qualified chef. ”

Moreover, the smell of stinky tofu is also an important indicator to measure whether stinky tofu is high-quality, and the host needs to deeply understand the difference between the smell of stinky tofu of various degrees in order to make perfect stinky tofu. These are the original words you wrote on Weibo after passing by a stinky tofu stall. ”

The system sounded with a bit of schadenfreude.

"I'm ......" McGonagall opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say. It must have been written blindly when passing by the stinky tofu stall, how could this guy take it seriously!

"Then I won't study!" McGonagall rolled her eyes and said with a bit of a flirtatious look.

"If the host chooses not to learn to make stinky tofu, and does not succeed in making stinky tofu, the system will conclude that the host's path to cooking is terminated due to personal reasons."

The sound of the system became a little stiff.

"What happens if it is terminated?"

"Upon termination, the host will be erased from this world, and since the host is dead in the original world, the host will disappear completely."

"Damn!" McGonagall raised her eyebrows and directly clicked on the golden experience pack, and countless information poured into his mind, making him lose his mind for a moment, and then he had a master-level experience in making stinky tofu in his mind.

"It turns out that stinky tofu is not stewed with." McGonagall muttered in surprise, then continued to digest the experience.

"You can feel the horrible stench just by watching the process...... "McGonagall looked helpless, got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of ice water, drank the shock, returned to the chaise longue and wrapped the small quilt tightly, closed her eyes, and pushed open the door to the Kitchen God Proving Ground.

Compared with tofu brain, making stinky tofu has an extremely cumbersome process, there are several processes for brine alone, and it still takes three days to wait for success after the optimization of the system

Tofu making is the easiest for McGonagall, with the experience of tofu brain, but a few of the steps have been slightly changed, and there is no problem with a few more practices.

Time in the Kitchen God Proving Ground quickened, and McGonagall's recipe for brine was quickly ready, leaning back, reaching out and reluctantly lifting the lid.

McGonagall had already expected some of them, but when the terrible stench came to his face, he realized that he had far underestimated the stench, and jumped backwards two meters in one step, hitting the wall behind him, and the lid of the pot in his hand also flew out, clattering into the wall.

It was an indescribable stench, and even if the toilet exploded in front of it, it could only bow to it, like the feeling of merging all the stenches in the world and then exploding in an instant.

"Damn!! System, let me out! I'm not in a good position to be this bullshit chef!! ”

McGonagall covered her nose and screamed against the wall, her face turning blue.

"Once you enter the Chef God Proving Ground, you can't quit halfway unless you successfully learn the dishes, or if the three hundred and sixty-five days are over." The system's calm voice sounded.

"Grass !!"

McGonagall's face gradually turned red due to the lack of oxygen, and finally she couldn't help but snort, her face turned white, and she fainted directly.

After a long time, McGonagall got up from the ground with a helpless face, walked to the brine pot like a zombie, looked at the black thing in the pot, her eyes showed a fierce color, picked up the spoon on the side, swept the marinade, and poured it down.

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