McGonagall had recently had the idea of going out into the world.

After all, the city of chaos is a city with a history of only 100 years, and the food heritage is very shallow.

According to the system, if you want to become a chef god, in addition to gaining more believers and allowing more people to learn to cook food with him, he also needs to be truly integrated, able to find different ingredients in another world, and create and cook different cuisines.

This is a new challenge for McGonagall, and it is also a new journey.

The restaurant is very good, the guests are very good, and the comfortable life makes people not want to leave this comfort zone.

But McGonagall is still looking forward to this challenge, and he also wants to really understand this ancient and mysterious continent, to explore those mysterious and unknown ingredients, to taste the world's food, and to get more inspiration.

Let the cuisine of the earth collide with the world and spark it, and then turn them into a gastronomic flame that ignites the entire continent.

Just thinking about it, McGonagall thought it must be very interesting.

Of course, there is another very important reason.

It will take him some time to try to find the Old Dominator Seals that may be scattered throughout the continent of Nolan, and reseal them before they break free from the seal.

He's starting to like the world, so he can't let anyone destroy it.

However, until then, he can't be too unkind to the guests who are used to eating at McMie's Restaurant.

So he needs a successor.

Phyllis, who works hard enough and is diligent, is the first choice.

Under the influence of McGonagall Goldfinger, Phyllis progressed rapidly.

McGonagall didn't expect her to learn all the dishes in a short period of time, but she did expect her to learn one or two of the more representative dishes in each category, so that even when he wasn't in the restaurant, guests would be able to eat different dishes.

However, Phyllis alone is obviously not enough, and the apprentices of Haswiss and Chebman, who have been stationed in the City of Chaos for a long time, have already been on McGonagall's list of cooks.

The two are true cooking fanatics and have Phyllis's unmatched culinary experience, so McGonagall wouldn't have to worry if they were in the kitchen.

Tofu brain is a food that needs to be prepared in advance, and McGonagall demonstrates to Phyllis and Anna, a little more detailed than the recipe he had previously obtained, and with some of his own personal experience and realizations, this is another optimization of his almost perfect recipe, maybe only 0.01%, but at least a small improvement.

"Okay, now that the tofu brain has been ordered, let's just wait for it to take shape." McGonagall flicked their fingers on the two of them.

Phyllis and Anna, who listened to it with little understanding, only felt as if something had suddenly rushed into their minds, and the originally scattered and unclear knowledge points were like dim lights, all of which were lit up at once, and strung together.

"Do you understand now?" McGonagall looked at the two of them with a smile.

"Hmm." Phyllis and Anna nodded at the same time.

"Okay, that's the end of today's teaching, you first digest and understand what you learned today, and then we'll try it out at noon." McGonagall laughed and clapped her hands so that Phyllis could start preparing the ingredients.

……

Outside the restaurant, the queue of guests gradually formed again.

Milo, who was still in high spirits in the morning, would hang his head and look a little depressed.

Garland stood behind him, a smile on his face that shone a little bit of debt.

"Hey, Brother Lomai, why don't you look so happy? Stolen wallet? Randy came over to line up, right behind Milo and them, and greeted them with a smile.

"How do you know?" Milo looked back in surprise.

"Uh...... This is sad news. Randy shrugged his head, he had just said it casually.

"yes, I can't figure it out all morning, I'm worse than that broken wallet, thieves don't steal my wallet." Milo nodded helplessly.

"With your size, people can't do it." Randy laughed.

Mylo sighed: "Speaking of which, I'm still a little sorry for that brother, the most worthless thing in my body is that money bag, since I broke a hole last year, I have treated it as an ornament, although there are a lot of things stuffed inside, but they are all light and small balls of yarn, the kind that is sewn directly into the money bag." ”

Randy raised his eyebrows slightly, the thief who took a great risk, was afraid that he would collapse after opening the money bag.

However, thinking that Milo actually wanted to use a fake wallet to decorate the façade, the difficulty of the middle-aged man was most profoundly reflected at this moment, and he couldn't help but think of himself who often couldn't get the manuscript fee during that time.

There were only a few bell-ringing copper coins left in the money bag, and a handful of broken stones had to be stuffed into it, so that the beautiful girls could look at his drooping money bag and bloated crotch twice.

"If you're unhappy, let him go, we haven't lost anything anyway, I want to be happy." Randy said with a smile.

"How did you get the enviable job you are in? I also want to live a life where I wake up every day worrying about where to go to collect rent first. Milo looked at Randy with a serious expression.

Garland also looked at Randy with interest, and by the way, he wiped his hair in full bloom and became more confident.

"Well, that's a bit complicated." Randy groaned.

"Then let's start with how to befriend a girl."

"It's simple, you just go up and confess." Randy replied.

"Is that okay?" Milo was a little unconvinced.

"Well, when most girls refuse, they will say: You are a good person, but we are not suitable, let's be friends." Milo nodded, "You see, although we didn't succeed in confessing, the purpose of making friends was achieved. ”

"I see...... Learned! Milo nodded abruptly.

"That's how you usually make friends with girls?" Mylo asked again.

Randy shook his head: "No, I don't usually make friends with girls, I like older people, sensible, well-lived, and not clingy." ”

"Oh-" Milo had an unintelligible look on his face, but nodded anyway.

"Tsk, young people now, you taste, you taste." Garland shook his head, an expression of disdain.

"What does Brother Langa think?" Randy asked with a smile.

"Heroes see the same thing." Garland immediately gave a thumbs up, revealing an expression that I also understood.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

The two looked at each other and smiled.