McGonagall and Amy's trip did come back quickly, except for the daily teasing of black charcoal and mung beans when passing by the magic potion shop, they successfully bought a can of goat's milk, which only cost twenty copper coins, and also came with a bamboo can, which made McGonagall feel that she was a little too black-hearted.

As soon as the door was opened, there were a few meows from inside, and it sounded a little anxious.

"Ugly duckling, don't be afraid, you're so ugly, even if you're home alone, you'll be fine." Amy slipped under McGonagall and trotted over, saying as she spoke.

This comforts ...... It's really fresh and refined. McGonagall entered the door with a smile and put the goat's milk on the counter, the little towel in the basket had been messed up by the ugly duckling, and the two paws were on the edge of the basket, and she looked at Amy with tears in her eyes, like an abandoned child, not to mention how pitiful.

"Okay, okay, I'll take you with me next time, eh, I really can't help you." Amy sighed and reached out to touch the ugly duckling's head, and the ugly duckling immediately narrowed his eyes, showed an expression of enjoyment, and stopped barking.

McGonagall smiled, although Amy said that she was going to eat him when she grew up, but after getting along with him day and night, she would definitely have a good relationship with it.

He didn't want to preach Amy vigorously, if she could make herself feel the rarity and preciousness of friends and playmates, it would naturally be the best, just like black charcoal, she could turn enemies into friends.

Eating it is just a little obsession of snack goods with roast goose, how can it be so terrible.

I took the bottle from the cabinet into the kitchen, put the nipple and the straw inside into boiling water and boiled it for a while, sterilized it at high temperature, then poured the fresh goat's milk into the cleaned bottle, put it in warm water to warm it up, dripped it on the back of my hand and tried the temperature about the same, covered the remaining fresh goat's milk and put it in the refrigerator, and then took the bottle out of the house.

"Father, what is this?" Amy looked at the bottle in McGonagall's hand that was squatting beside her, and asked with some curiosity, "Goat's milk is in a transparent jar, and there is a soft thing on it, what is this for?"

"Meow~" The ugly duckling on the side also fell on the bottle, probably smelling the milk fragrance, and there were little stars in his eyes, stretching out his little tongue and licking it upward, looking hungry.

"It's a bottle, it's for babies and animals that drink milk, it's like this." McGonagall smiled and put the pacifier to the ugly duckling's mouth, and the temptation of the milky smell and the instinct to suck it made the little one quickly come over and suck it, making a smack sound, and the white goat's milk flowed down the side of her mouth and dripped onto the white hair on her chest, and it was delicious.

Goat's milk is relatively low in lactose, and the ugly duckling is equivalent to the size of a two-week-old milk cat, and it is wild, so it should be able to withstand goat's milk, right? McGonagall thought to herself, she really can't buy kitten milk powder from the system, the price is estimated to be a bit high.

"It's amazing, Father, can you let me feed it?" Amy's eyes lit up and she looked at McGonagall expectantly.

"Of course you can, but the ugly duckling can't bathe yet, and if it's dirty, it's troublesome, so you have to put a little scarf on it." McGonagall put the bottle in Amy's hand, got up and took a small scarf with a small flower pattern from the cupboard, and wanted to remove the bottle and tie it again, but the little thing seemed to see his intentions, and sucked on the pacifier tightly without letting go, so she had to let Amy raise the bottle and tie it up while letting it eat.

"Then feed the millet, it's enough to drink this bottle, I'll go prepare the ingredients for noon." McGonagall said as she looked at Amy, who was holding the bottle in both hands and carefully feeding the ugly duckling goat's milk.

"Okay, Millet will feed it well." Amy nodded, looked at the ugly duckling who was eating with relish, and muttered softly in a little puzzlement, "Is it really that delicious?" ”

The ugly duckling seemed to understand Amy's words, and nodded as he drank the milk.

Jiang Hong went into the kitchen to wash his hands, took out a few large pieces of meat from the refrigerator, cut them into large slices of uniform size, and then put them in a large vat to marinate.

The most important thing is bacon, the meat marinated last night is enough for today and tomorrow, and tomorrow morning will be the best time, so today we must first marinate the meat that needs to be used the day after tomorrow to ensure that the bacon achieves the best taste, and at the same time ensure that the taste of each meat bun is uniform and delicious.

When McGonagall marinated the meat, she went out of the kitchen to see how Amy was feeding, but as soon as she went out, she saw Amy sitting on the ground, holding a bottle in her hand and sucking it happily, and the ugly duckling on the side was lying on the edge of the basket, looking up at McGonagall, and then at Amy holding the bottle, and the tears of grievance were rolling in her eyes.

"Sure enough, it's not reliable to let a snack feed this kind of thing, and even the cat food is robbed......," McGonagall smiled helplessly, "Millet, why did you eat the ugly duckling's rice, so what does it eat." ”

"Because, I'm worried that it will eat too much, so I helped it eat a little." Amy took another sip, turned her head to look at the ugly duckling, and said, "You're right, ugly duckling." ”

"Meow~" The ugly duckling squealed a little reluctantly, looked at McGonagall pitifully, and shook his little tail.

"This master is really not majestic at all." McGonagall looked at the ugly duckling wagging its tail, and the fat cat of his family back then, when the meat was put to its mouth, it would barely taste it with a proud face.

"Does Millet like to drink goat's milk?" McGonagall asked, looking at Amy, who was drinking with relish as she held the bottle.

"Uh-huh, goat's milk is delicious." Amy nodded vigorously, and the pacifier in her mouth never came out.

"Okay, then I'll prepare one for you next time, make up some calcium, and grow taller." McGonagall smiled and nodded, Amy had rarely been able to drink goat's milk before, and she had been focusing on the things in the restaurant these days, but she had forgotten about them.

I bought another bottle from the system, but I can't help it, I can't let Amy and the ugly duckling share a bottle. I warmed half a bottle of goat's milk for the ugly duckling again, poured half a bottle for Amy, and watched the two little guys holding the bottle and sucking it, and my heart was also warm, and before I knew it, there was another little member in the family.

"The system has issued a new task: ask the host to sell 1,000 copies of bacon and pork buns within ten days, and after the task is completed, you can unlock a reward - a tofu brain recipe. 48/1000 is now complete" Just then, the voice of the system suddenly sounded in McGonagall's head.

"Another thousand! System, can your task be a little new, so that it won't be disliked? McGonagall pouted, in fact, he also heard the difference, the ingredients became the number of direct sales, it seems that after the last time he used crowdfunding to generalize the army, this system has also been mastered.

"The purpose of selling the rated number of dishes is to let the host improve the popularity of the restaurant as soon as possible, please stop the host's crooked path, and seriously learn to cook and run a restaurant is the right direction for the growth of a kitchen god." The system is serious and preachy.

"Okay, this task is not too difficult, but what I'm more curious about is whether that tofu brain is salty or sweet?" McGonagall asked very concernedly.