Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

"Wait, what did you just say?" Mag froze for a moment and asked hesitantly.

"Congratulations to the host, three consecutive questions trigger a new mission! The host is asked to capture a wild turkey within 24 hours! Note that it is captured by yourself, not purchased! Reward for successful mission: a gold-edged kitchen knife! Unlock the yellow braised chicken Required ingredients and kitchen utensils. Mission failure penalty: -0.5 physical fitness points." The system repeated.

"Not this sentence, but the last sentence." Mag shook his head.

"No." The system repeated.

"No, okay, it seems that I had a good dream last night, let's do business today." Mag smiled and gently closed the refrigerator door, turned around and picked up a cup, poured a glass of water and took a sip. Suppression.

"Damn it! This system is so fucking convulsed early in the morning. I was so happy, but suddenly such an exciting task was thrown, and I didn't consider his feelings at all!" McGonagall was MMP in her heart. She didn't expect this system to be shameless. to this extent.

No wonder the system seemed a bit weird when I was in the proving ground yesterday. It turned out that it was different from usual. After the mission was successful yesterday, the system did not give him the permission to use the kitchen utensils and purchase the ingredients needed to unlock the braised chicken. , but deliberately dug a hole for him to step on today.

The flamingo is a first-level monster, and it still lives in the wild. Let alone whether Mag can beat a fighting chicken now, the time to complete the task within 24 hours is also a big pit. He just closed the door so casually today and ran to kill chickens?

No, it's to catch turkeys!

Anyway, he has already felt the raging anger of the diners. I wonder if some radicals can't resist throwing bricks at his glass? Losing some customers because of breaking promises is not worth the loss. Although the restaurant has no shortage of customers now, as a good boss based on Chen Xin, I still feel a little bit hard to get over this hurdle.

"The task has been released, and the 24-hour countdown has begun. Please complete the task as soon as possible!" The system's solemn voice sounded, and finally followed silently: "Also, please don't insult my IQ."

"System, what book have you read recently?" Mag asked suddenly.

"Actor's self-cultivation." The system answered seriously.

"You showman!" Mag said angrily, looking at the 24-hour countdown that had already started beating in his mind, he suddenly became anxious.

He wasn't very worried about not being able to beat the flamingo,

Anyway, his body has returned to normal now, and with a handy weapon, it shouldn't be a problem to face a flamingo.

It's nothing to be a pigeon guest for a day. If you get used to the pain of conscience, it won't hurt anymore.

But I promised Amy yesterday that I will cook him a delicious meal with a lot of meat for breakfast this morning, but now it is completely fried. It’s hard for a smart woman to cook without rice!

Thinking of Amy's resentful eyes for a while, Mag couldn't help pacing in the restaurant, and suddenly stood still: "System, do you sell braised chicken and rice?"

"This system has not built any food production line, and cannot provide any finished food." The system replied seriously.

"Then... why don't you go to Earth and order me a takeaway? Don't worry, I will definitely not give you less money for running errands." Mag still didn't want to give up.

"You can't afford the errand fee for a space-time teleportation." The system said calmly.

"How much?" Mag didn't give up.

"Fifty thousand gold coins." The system replied.

"Then let's talk about buying kitchen knives and kitchen utensils. Let's talk, how much does it cost?" Mag rolled his eyes. He couldn't get 50,000 gold coins if he killed him now.

"This...you can't afford it." The system has already begun to look like a villain.

"Forget it." McGra opened a chair and sat down, lost in thought.

The countdown in his mind was still beating. Hearing the tone of the system, krypton gold can solve the problem, the problem is that he has no money.

It's such a sad story...

In order to prove that selling vegetables is not easy to mess with, the system has already started trying to resist?

It seems that this flamingo must be caught, and this guest must also be dove, but Amy didn't want to be perfunctory. After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly asked: "System, those ingredients in the refrigerator I can buy and use whatever I want, right?"

"This system does not recommend that the host independently research the recipes. You are still in the rookie stage, and the dishes you make yourself are not worthy of the restaurant's grade. It may lower the restaurant's style, arouse the resentment of the guests, and..." the system objected.

"As long as it is worthy of my fatherly love for Amy." Mag put down the water glass in his hand, got up and walked towards the kitchen, saying while fastening his apron.

"A big prawn braised in oil, and a scrambled egg with green pepper. It's a pity that I don't know how to cook the braised pork, but a plate of braised pork should be good too." Mag whispered to himself, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Su..." The system still wanted to speak.

"System, no matter what nonsense, I will never upgrade to lv2 in my life." Mag said calmly while handling the marinated pork belly.

The system immediately fell silent.

I didn't cut much pork belly, because it only needed enough for two people to eat in the morning. Mag deliberately cut a little more lean meat, so as not to be too fat to eat.

Throw all the rest in the refrigerator, let the system take care of it, and make sure it can continue to be used tomorrow morning.

"It smells so good! Father, what delicious food are you making?" Amy came downstairs with the ugly duckling in her arms. She changed into a little mage's robe by herself, and her silver hair was loose and curled up. He was dumbfounded, looking at Mag who was stirring the pot full of surprise and curiosity and asked.

"You just sit down and wait for a while and you will know." Mag looked back at Amy and said with a smile.

"Okay." Amy nodded, sat back in her seat happily, and looked in the direction of the kitchen expectantly.

The prawns that have turned red in the pot exude an attractive aroma. The cooking method is similar to that of braised chicken, but the sugar is less, no side dishes are added, and only simple spices such as ginger, garlic, and chili are added. , Pour in soy sauce, cover the pot and simmer for a while, and put it neatly on the plate, and a plate of braised prawns with good color, fragrance and taste is completed.

After washing the pot, Mag made another scrambled egg with green peppers. The golden egg was paired with tender green peppers, and it looked very appetizing.

The stewed pork was also ready, cut it into thin strips, served with a small dish of hot and sour sauce, Mag came out of the kitchen with three dishes and two bowls of white rice.

"Wow, Father, what are these dishes? Did you come up with them last night?" Amy looked at the dishes on Mag's tray with eyes full of surprise and asked in surprise.