Chapter 508： He is definitely not a chef (second!)

"The above command has not yet come down, but the news on Alone Island is more urgent. If it is Alex, once he realizes that we are looking for him, it may disappear again." The voice of Hughes Some are low, with a feeling of repression.

"But adults, the above said that Alex may be in the city of chaos, do we give up the city of chaos?" The black man hesitated, still asked.

"Our Black Hawk has been looking for a dozen days in this chaotic city. It has rummaged through the slums and possible places everywhere. It has not found a crippled little girl with a half-elf, a waste person, it is not so easy to hide. We have not found any clues in so many eyeliners in the city of chaos, indicating that he is not very likely to be here." Hughes shook his head slightly, and the light gray dead fish eyes glanced at the black man, cold and cold: " I handed him over and knew what kind of person he was. Even if he became a waste person, he would never give up the dignity of the knight, so he didn't have to waste time on some strange people and directions, just like he could never be a Like the chef, what we need to do is to find him in the shortest possible time. His disabled hands and feet are no way to recover even if he is a top ten magician."

"Yes." The black man changed his face and bowed his head.

"You bring a small team to stay in the city of chaos, and the rest of the people go to Alcatraz with me." Hughes's eyes swept over the people present, and the scars on the brows were particularly embarrassing on the pale face.

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"Good morning." The next day, the genius outside was just bright, and McGonagall woke up from the bed, walked gently to the bed and glanced at Amy, who was still asleep, with a smile on his face. Changed clothes and washed upstairs.

After the strengthening of the system, McGonagall's physical fitness has reached the level of the first-class knights, although the level is not high, but the physical quality is far more than ordinary people, almost comparable to previous boxing athletes, full of strength.

"Recovering from a waste person to this state, the system is still very reliable." Meg moved a lot of hands and feet, very satisfied with the power of the body feedback, the first thing he worried about was to live with a disabled body. Now this concern has been completely eliminated.

“System, can you give me a recipe for mooncakes?” McGonagall asked in his heart, while pushing the small room on the third floor, there was already a beer brewing machine inside, and the winemaking materials and barrels were also pressed. It was placed last night.

"No." The system responded very decisively.

"I will give money." McGonagall tried again.

"It still doesn't work. This is the bottom line of this system. Please do not use money to insult the system. This system also has a bottom line!" The system is strict.

McGonagall raised his eyebrows, and the recipe system did not give way. It should be related to its so-called three laws of the system.

"System, why didn't you post the task recently? Hurry and release a task for me! I don't do the task one day, I feel uncomfortable, and this task reward is not too advanced, as long as the moon cake is made." Gu Sisuo for a while, a serious way.

"There is no task release for this system." The system refused.

"Then think about it now, don't you have any conditions to trigger? Tell me, let me trigger you?" McGonagall didn't give up, continued.

"The host should not force the system to issue tasks. This is a serious violation. You will make the system very passive." The system solemnly protested.

"How much does it cost you to post a mission? 00 gold coins? 000 gold coins? 0000 gold coins?" McGonagall raised an eyebrow and asked.

"That... 0000 gold coins, this system..." The system was a little hesitant.

"This host refuses, 0000 gold coins? Potholes!" McGonagall rolled his eyes and decisively refused.

The "..." system floats over a line of ellipsis.

"It seems that the issue of mooncakes needs to be considered from a long time. Three days later, when the moon is the most round, it is necessary to get out the mooncakes. Otherwise, the Mid-Autumn Festival will be yellow." McGonagall weighed the amount of various materials. Pour into the brewing machine and think in my heart.

“The brewing time is one day. Although there is no kitchen space, it is completely black technology compared with the normal brewing method.” McGonagall clicks the button and the brewing is completed after twenty-four hours. He needs The first time to brew beer, one can produce three large barrels of beer at one time, the efficiency is extremely high.

Closing the door of the small room, McGonagall began to prepare the ingredients needed for the morning business, and waited until the time was up, and went upstairs to wake up Amy.

McGonagall just walked to the bed, Amy opened her eyes and looked at McGonagall and said: "Father, I dreamed about my mother last night, she was sitting under a big tree that would shine. The mother is really super beautiful, and very gentle, holding Xiaomi to Xiaomi singing."

"Yes, did she say anything to our millet?" McGonagall touched Amy's hair with a smile. It seems that the little guy should have been awake for a while, but only deliberately waited for him to wake her up.

"Yes, she said that she also wants to eat moon cakes. She lives on the moon and wants to eat the moon. Father, wait for us to make moon cakes, eat them for mothers?" Amy looked at McGregor seriously. Said.

"Well, let's wait for us to do it, eat it for her." McGonagall looked at Amy with some distress, and licked her hair and said, "Okay, let's get up first, go to class after dinner." ”

"Well!" Amy happily glared at McGonagall's neck and kissed his cheek.

After breakfast, McGonagall sent Amy to school. When he came back, Mia and Sally were already waiting at the restaurant door. Sally looked like a little bit of a mess, and she was a bit tired and didn't seem to rest well.

McGonagall looked at Sally and hesitated. He still didn't take the initiative. He didn't know what happened between Sally and Blour last night. But if she didn't say something, she didn't want to ask, everyone. Have their own secrets.

Yabei Mia apparently also worried about Sally, but still resisted not asking.

At the end of the busy morning, McGonagall flipped the sign at the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

Sally and Yabei Mia also quickly cleaned the restaurant and ended the morning work.

"That... boss, I have a question to ask if you can?" Sally looked at McGonagall and hesitated for a long time, still said.

"Well, you talk about it." McGonagall looked at Sally and nodded.