Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

When going upstairs, Mag heard two rustling sounds from the egg wrapped in the small blanket. He glanced back, and there was a smile on his face. He wondered if he was frightened by what Amy just said.

After a good night's sleep, Mag was woken up by the alarm clock tucked under the pillow at five o'clock the next morning. He turned off the alarm clock as quickly as possible, got up softly, changed his clothes, washed and went downstairs, and went into the kitchen to make braised pork. .

Braised pork needs to be marinated for two hours, so it is necessary to get up early, and although Mag's dough kneading skills have improved, it takes a long time to knead two large portions of soft dough.

He practiced countless times in the God of Cooking Proving Ground until he made a bacon with bacon sauce that satisfied him, the most picky one in his previous life. Mag was very serious.

The pork belly that has been marinated for a night is still almost in time, but in addition to eating it by himself and Amy this morning, he is only going to make a few for Mo Bai and the others to try.

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

Keeping the taste of dishes stable is one of the basic requirements of Michelin restaurants, and now it is also a requirement of Mag for his own restaurant.

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

Mag, who was wearing an apron, had a serious expression on his face. He neatly picked up the large piece of marinated pork belly in the pot, and made it in strict accordance with the best steps and time he summed up yesterday, as well as the amount of various seasonings and spices. Then, turn off the low heat and cook, and then start to knead the dough to make the dough.

Kneading dough is indeed a laborious task. Fortunately, in the proving ground, Mag slowly figured out a method that saves a little effort and can knead the dough well. However, he kneaded for an hour after two intervals of dough.

After making the raw dough and putting it aside, Mag was in no hurry to bake it. He glanced at his watch, it was already seven-five.

The braised pork would have to cook for another fifteen minutes, and Amy, who usually woke up by this time, hadn't woken up yet, so he had to wash his hands and take off his apron to go upstairs.

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

However, her slightly trembling long eyelashes and the corners of her mouth that were almost unable to hold back a smile showed that things were not that simple.

"Huh? It seems that there is still a little fairy who hasn't woken up. How can I wake her up?" Mag stood beside the bed and said with a smile, looking a little distressed.

Amy opened her eyes secretly and glanced at Mag, then closed it again, turned her face slightly and said, "Little Fairy said that she will wake up only if Father is kissed."

"Oh, so that's the case, then our little fairy wakes up." With the expression on his face, Mag walked over and leaned down and gently kissed Amy's cheek.

"Little Fairy is awake!" Amy opened her eyes at once, put her arms around Mag's neck, and stood up with a giggling giggling around his neck. Looking at him with anticipation, he asked, "Father, have you made a cake that is a hundred times better than sweet shortbread?"

"It's almost there, but it's the best when it's just out of the oven. Millet changed clothes, washed and went downstairs, and it's almost done." Mag smiled and nodded, feeling full of happiness in the morning, took a look The little black dress on the side said in his heart, "System, I want to buy a little purple dress, the cute one, and pay cash."

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

"Just the one with ten gold coins." Mag glanced at the dress that was studded with amethyst and priced at five hundred gold coins. He really couldn't appreciate this style, so he asked for a dress with a coin on the chest. A small purple skirt embroidered with gold and red bauhinia flowers, with a layer of tulle on the outside of the skirt.

"Okay, Xiaomi will change clothes now." Amy's eyes lit up,

He nodded again and again.

"I've prepared new clothes for Xiaomi, let's see if you like it or not." After listening to the system confirming that the clothes were in place, Mag walked to the closet with a smile, looked back at Amy and said.

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

Mag opened the wardrobe, took out the little skirt hanging inside, walked to the bed, put it in front of him and smiled, "Do you like it or not."

"It's so beautiful, and it's purple. Xiaomi likes it very much." Amy looked at the little skirt, her eyes were full of surprises, she happily jumped on the bed a few times, tiptoed to kiss Mag's face, nodded and said : "Father, Xiaomi loves you."

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

There are some beautiful lines on the upper body, the golden red bauhinia flower on the chest makes people feel bright, and the hem of the pleated skirt has a layer of purple yarn.

Amy turned around on the bed, looked down at the purple tulle floating, full of surprise, and stopped after playing for a while.

Mag looked at Amy who was put on a small skirt and looked cute like a little angel. He smiled and reached out and touched Amy's head, "Let's go, put on your shoes, and then go wash up, father will come downstairs and make a cake for you."

"Okay." Amy nodded obediently, went down from the small stairs and put on white shoes to wash.

Mag secretly glanced at Amy who was squeezing toothpaste by himself. It seemed that he didn't have to worry about the daily washing problems in the future, so he went downstairs.

Turn off the fire of the braised pork at the right time, and put the prepared dough embryos on the preheated oven. Mag thought about it for a while, and placed sixteen pieces just to fill the entire oven at intervals.

After a while, Amy, who had washed up, came down from the upstairs and stood at the door of the kitchen and looked in. She had already smelled the rich and attractive aroma of the braised pork. She sniffed hard and said curiously, "It smells so good, my father. , what is this? It tastes completely different from rainbow fried rice."

"Xiaomi sit down first, and you'll find out in a while." Mag turned back and said with a smile, making a fool of himself.

"Okay, then I'll go see the ugly duckling first." Amy nodded, turned and walked behind the counter to squat down, listened for a while, and patted the blanket again: "Ugly duckling, get up quickly, Come out today, or I'll bake and eat you right now."

"Shasha...Shasha..." A voice suddenly came from the originally quiet big egg, sounding a little anxious.

"Well, that's right, keep working hard." Amy nodded and encouraged.

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

In the kitchen, Mag shook his head with a smile. Although he thought his girl was cute, the little guy in the big egg was also a little pitiful.

The thin knife in his hand slid over the edge of the baked Baiji bun, took a piece of braised pork from the pot and chopped it up on the cutting board, stuffed it all into the open rou jia bun, and scooped a small spoonful of the wax. The sauce is poured on the meat, and an authentic bacon roux is completed.

"Xiaomi, the bacon roujiamo that is 100 times better than sweet shortbread is ready, come and try it." Mag walked out of the kitchen with the roujiamo in one hand and a plate in the other.