As she went upstairs, McGonagall heard two more 'rustling' sounds from the eggs wrapped in the blanket, and looked back, with a smile on her face, wondering if she was startled by Amy's words.

After a good night's sleep, McGonagall was woken up by the alarm clock tucked under her pillow at five o'clock the next morning, turned off the alarm clock as fast as she could, got up softly and changed her clothes, washed up and went downstairs, and began to go into the kitchen to make braised meat.

Braised pork takes two hours to cook, so you have to get up early, and although McGonagall's dough kneading skills have improved, it also takes a long time to knead two large portions of soft dough.

After countless practices in the Chef's Proving Ground, until she made a bacon and meat bun that satisfied even the most discerning person in her previous life, McGonagall was very serious.

It's actually barely time to marinate the pork belly for a night, but this morning, in addition to him and Amy eating it themselves, he is only going to make a few for Mobai and them to taste.

To really write it on the menu and start selling it to the outside world, of course, all the conditions must be perfect.

Maintaining a consistent taste is one of the basic requirements of Michelin-starred restaurants, and it is now McGonagall's own requirement for her own restaurant.

Of course, the money still has to be collected, and letting them taste the new products in advance is one of the conditions of the previous crowdfunding.

McGonagall, who was tied to an apron, had a serious expression on her face, neatly picked up the large pieces of pork belly marinated in the pot, and strictly followed the best steps and times she summed up yesterday, as well as the amount of various spices and spices.

Kneading dough is indeed a lot of effort, but McGonagall has slowly figured out a set of methods in the proving ground that can be used to knead the dough with a little less effort. However, after two dough and two breaks in between, he still kneaded it for an hour.

Preparing the raw dough and putting it aside, McGonagall didn't rush to bake it, and glanced at the watch, it was already seven and a half.

The braised pork would probably have to cook for another fifteen minutes, and Amy, who was usually up at this time, had not yet gotten up, so he had to wash his hands and untie his apron and go upstairs.

McGonagall entered the room, and Amy closed her eyes as if she were still asleep.

But her long eyelashes fluttering slightly and the corners of her mouth that were about to hold back her laughter showed that things were not so simple.

"Huh? There seems to be a little fairy who hasn't woken up, how can I wake her up? McGonagall stood on the edge of the bed and smiled, looking a little distressed.

Amy's eyes secretly opened a slit and glanced at McGonagall, then immediately closed it, and said with a slightly sideways face: "The little fairy said that she will not wake up until her father kisses her." ”

"Oh, I see, then our little fairy wake up." McGonagall leaned over and kissed Amy on the cheek.

"The little fairy is awake!" Amy opened her eyes at once, wrapped her arms around McGonagall's neck, giggled around his neck, stood up straight, looked at him with joy and anticipation, and asked, "Father, is the cake a hundred times better than the shortbread ready?" ”

"It's almost there, but it's best to eat it just out of the oven, millet changed clothes, washed up and went downstairs, and it's almost ready." McGonagall smiled and nodded, feeling full of happiness in the morning, glanced at the little black dress on the side, and said in her heart: "System, I want to buy a little purple dress, the cuter kind, pay cash." ”

This time, the system didn't even say a word, and a whole page of hundreds of small dresses appeared in McGonagall's mind, ranging from 1 to 500 gold coins from top to bottom.

"That's all it takes for ten gold coins." McGonagall glanced at the amethyst-encrusted dress with a price tag of five hundred gold coins, a style he really didn't appreciate, so he asked for a small purple dress with a gold and red bauhinia embroidery on the chest, and a layer of tulle on the outside of the skirt.

"Okay, Xiaomi, let's change clothes." Amy's eyes lit up and she nodded repeatedly.

"I've got new clothes for Xiaomi, let's see if I like it." McGonagall listened to the system confirm that the clothes were in place, smiled and walked to the closet, looked back at Amy, and said.

"Really?" Amy's little face was full of anticipation.

McGonagall opened the closet, took out the little dress hanging inside, walked to the bed, lifted it in front of her, and smiled, "Like it or not." ”

"It's so beautiful, and it's purple, Xiaomi likes it very much." Amy looked at the little dress, her eyes were full of surprise, she jumped happily on the bed a few times, kissed McGonagall on tiptoe, nodded and said, "Father, Xiaomi loves you." ”

"I love Xiaomi too, come, let's try on new clothes." McGonagall was also very happy and helped Amy change into new clothes.

There are some good-looking lines on the upper body, the golden-red redbud on the chest makes people feel bright, and the hem of the pleated skirt has a layer of purple yarn.

Amy spun around on the bed, looked down at the purple tulle floating, her expression full of surprise, and played for a while before stopping.

McGonagall looked at Amy, who was cute like a little angel in a small dress, smiled and reached out and touched Amy's head, "Let's go, put on your shoes, and then go wash up, Dad will go downstairs and make you a cake." ”

"Okay." Amy nodded obediently, went down the small staircase by herself, put on her little white shoes and went to wash.

McGonagall sneaked a peek at Amy, who was squeezing her toothpaste, and it seemed that she didn't have to worry about daily washing problems in the future, so she went downstairs.

Turning off the heat of the braised pork at just the right time, and placing the prepared dough on the preheated oven, McGonagall thought for a moment, and put sixteen in the interval to fill an entire oven.

After a while, Amy, who had washed up, came down from upstairs, stood at the kitchen door and looked inside, she had already smelled the rich and attractive aroma of braised meat, sniffed hard, and said curiously: "It's so fragrant, father, what is this?" It has a completely different taste from rainbow fried rice. ”

"Mi sits down first, and you'll know in a while." McGonagall looked back and smiled, "Sell off."

"Okay, then I'll go see the ugly duckling first." Amy nodded, turned around and walked to the back of the counter and squatted down, listened for a while, and gently patted the little blanket again: "Ugly duckling, get up quickly, come out obediently today, or I'll roast and eat you now." ”

"Rustle...... Sha Sha ...... "A voice suddenly came from inside the originally quiet big egg, and it sounded a little anxious.

"Well, that's right, keep up the good work." Amy nodded and encouraged.

The rustling sound became more urgent, as if I was afraid that if I didn't show a little more positive, I would be roasted and eaten.

In the kitchen, McGonagall smiled and shook her head, although she thought her girl was cute, but the little one in the big egg was also a little pitiful.

The thin knife in his hand slid over the edge of the roasted white Ji bun, took out a piece of braised pork from the pot and minced it on the cutting board, stuffed it all into the open meat sandwich bun, scooped a small spoonful of cured sauce and poured it on the meat, and an authentic cured meat sandwich bun was completed.

"Millet, the bacon and meat bun that is a hundred times more delicious than the sweet shortbread is ready, come and try it." McGonagall walked out of the kitchen with a meat bun in one hand and a plate in the other.