McGonagall went into the kitchen, and the rice that had been placed in the rice cooker had just been cooked, so she took out a bowl and left it to dry for a while, and then used her credit line to buy the ingredients for one Yangzhou fried rice and start making a second Yangzhou fried rice.

McGonagall won't consider the purchase restriction now, and the task of 1,000 copies of Yangzhou fried rice is not a joke. But if the restaurant business is really hot in the future, in order to allow more people to eat food, the purchase restriction can be a rule of respect for customers.

As for the system's proposal, he is not stupid, this guy probably wants him to return to a semi-crippled state.

"The opinions put forward by this system are all to let the host go further on the road of the kitchen god." The voice of the system suddenly sounded.

McGonagall raised her eyebrows, but she didn't expect her thoughts to be interpreted by the system, but she was frank and asked, "System, then in order to let me go further on the road of the kitchen god, I will also give you a suggestion." ”

"Host, please." The system answers.

"I think you should cut the price of this ingredient in half." McGonagall said seriously.

"The ingredients provided by this system are all taken from ......," the system responded.

"I have the same attitude towards your advice." McGonagall didn't wait for the system to finish, and ended the conversation straightforwardly.

"......," an ellipsis crossed McGonagall's mind.

The corners of McGonagall's mouth curled slightly, and she began to quickly process the ingredients.

Jokes, he was famous for his poisonous tongue back then, and he never lost the tongue battle group spray, he didn't brush a single powder, and the scare system was not a piece of cake.

Mo Bai will be sitting and feeling the changes in his body, after eating a Yangzhou fried rice, the feeling of warmth in his body began to slowly fade, but the feeling of fatigue and receding did not disappear, but really existed, clenched his fist, and his state was similar to when he first got up this morning, full of energy.

"At this level, it should be worth half a bottle of intermediate recovery potion, and there is no feeling of overdrawing the body at all. A bottle of Intermediate Recovery Potion costs 20 gold coins, and I consume one bottle of Intermediate Potion a day, and two bowls of Yangzhou fried rice with better taste and efficacy are only 12 gold coins, so if you calculate it, it's a great deal. Mo Bai quickly calculated an account in his heart, and the conclusion he came to made his eyes light up.

The forging of each weapon requires more than 10,000 strokes of hammer weighing nearly 100 catties, and the high remuneration also corresponds to high-intensity labor and forging skills.

Mo Bai's body's recovery ability over the years has not been as good as when he was young, and every day in order to complete the workload, he needs to drink a bottle of disgusting-smelling intermediate recovery potion at noon.

However, the dependence on this thing is too strong, and he has already felt that his body is slowly corroded due to long-term use, and if this continues, he will maintain the accuracy of forging for five years at most.

The day he lost his accuracy was when the signboard he had set up for decades in this chaotic city collapsed.

Although the price of a weapon of at least 1,000 gold coins allowed him to save a lot of savings, he knew that for the thing he wanted to do, the money was far from enough, five years was too little, and he needed at least ten years of high-intensity forging every day.

This Yangzhou fried rice is like a light that suddenly appeared in the endless darkness for him, and he suddenly saw hope.

"Try another serving, if the recovery effect is really good, then you can eat it every day in the future!" Originally, I felt that the money was a little distressed, but compared with the potion that I wanted to vomit after taking a sip, this is delicious to the extreme, and the price is nearly half cheaper.

"Grandpa Dwarf, didn't you just say that you wouldn't fall in love with this taste?" Amy also finished her share of Yangzhou fried rice, licked her lips, looked at Mo Bai and said with a smile, her little face was full of innocence.

Mo Bai's old face was red when he was stared at by Amy, and he coughed dryly twice: "I was testing the boss just now to see if he has confidence in his cooking skills, but I didn't expect him to be so good at cooking, but he has no self-confidence, so I'm improving his self-confidence." ”

"Is that really the case?" Amy looked at Mo Bai with some suspicion.

"Of course it's true, I'm not the kind of person who dislikes it before I try it." Mo Bai nodded seriously, with a bit of pride in his tone.

"Then I'll take it for real." Amy glanced at Mo Bai a little helplessly, slipped off the chair, and entered the kitchen with the plate.

"I ...... I ......" Mo Bai felt as if he was being despised again, being looked at by a little girl with that helpless look, as if she had already seen through everything.

McGonagall listened to the conversation in the kitchen and was easily stunned by Amy, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

The little girl is very talented, she deserves to be my daughter, as long as this poisonous tongue attribute is developed casually, with her cute appearance, it can completely make people doubt that life is still angry, this feeling is simply not too cool.

"If you still want to eat, I'll make more of that one later, and I'll give you a small bowl." McGonagall smiled and took the plate and put it aside, looking at Amy.

"Father, you are so good to Xiaomi." Amy looked up at McGonagall, her little face full of adoration, her father had woken up yesterday as if he had become a different person, and it was so good that he had become.

Mo Bai looked at the father and daughter in the kitchen outside, stunned, and suddenly seemed to see a child standing in front of the stove looking up at the man with a heavy hammer full of adoration, I haven't seen him for so many years, and I don't know how he is doing, as if he owes him too much.

"Let's go sit outside, my father wants to fry rice for the guests first." McGonagall smiled and nodded.

"Okay." Amy responded obediently, happily walked out of the kitchen, climbed onto the high stool behind the counter, and looked at Mo Bai with her chin in her hands, "Grandpa dwarf, don't worry, your fried rice will be ready soon, wait a while." ”

"Hmm." Mo Bai came back to his senses, nodded in response, looked at Amy, and showed a rare smile.

"Guest, your fried rice." McGonagall put the fried rice in front of Mo Bai and smiled.

"Okay." Mo Bai nodded, looking at the fried rice that was not as exquisite as a work of art, with full of hope, he scooped a large spoonful with a spoon and fed it into his mouth, the taste was as intoxicating as before, and as the fried rice was swallowed, the warm feeling rose again, nourishing every flesh and blood in the body.

"And it worked! And it's even better than an intermediate recovery potion! Mo Bai's eyes were full of surprise.

I don't know if it's because he has already eaten one serving to relieve enough muscle fatigue, he feels that eating the second serving now is not only to relieve fatigue, but also to nourish those muscles that have been worn out for years. Although this nourishment was very weak, those places were painful when it was rainy days, but now he felt extremely comfortable, as if a pair of warm hands were gently pressing on him.

"Boss, please bring me another Yangzhou fried rice." Before the fried rice in front of him was finished, Mo Bai suddenly looked up at McGonagall and said, with a little respect in his eyes.