Chapter 881： I don't think so, the bean sprouts sister is too flat.

The opening hours of the evening soon arrived, and McGonagall probably finalized a recipe for fish-flavored eggplant, but the specific amount of ingredients and spices needed to be tested.

Without the master's experience and accurate recipes, it is a new challenge for McGonagall. It is not just patience. The understanding of cooking needs to be fully applied during this time. It is possible to make a copy of himself. Satisfied fish fragrant eggplant.

Putting the pen and paper, McGon walked toward the kitchen door. Felice had not taken the grilled beef skewers out for him to try. He was also curious about the progress.

"It seems that the amazing talent has not been played on the skewer." McGonagall stood at the door and looked at the face of Feili, who was standing nervously on the grill.

Her smooth forehead was covered with fine little sweat beads, her eyes fixed on the skewer of beef on the grill, and the hand holding the beef skewers was a bit stiff, like holding a thing that would explode at any time.

On the plate at her hand, there are piles of hills and pieces of failure. Some of them are black and charcoal, some are even blown, and some are half-boiled. No one can see it. Don't say you can eat.

McGonagall glanced at the kebab that was again burnt in Felice's hand and walked into the kitchen. He looked at the somewhat frustrated Felice and said: "I was really comparable to me."

Felice, who was somewhat frustrated, turned back and looked at McGonagall in an incredible way. "Are you like this at the beginning?"

"I wasn't a genius chef, but it was a little better than others. I was a little more diligent." McGonagall nodded with a smile and silently said: "Of course, the previous point is more important."

Felice has regained confidence in her eyes.

McGonagall poured the fried beef skewers that Felice failed into the kitchen waste bin. He simply cleaned up the stove and smiled. "Today's practice is over, and the day after tomorrow, when you officially go to work, you You will be responsible for all the ingredients you need to apply to the knife. You can practice in the restaurant. If you have something to do this night, you can go first. If you have nothing, you can stay in the restaurant."

"If I can, I still want to see you cooking." Felice looked at McGonagall brightly. If the person who worshipped her before only had the Princess of the Princess, then there is one more.

"With you, I will arrange your residence at night." McGonagall nodded slightly, and it was a good thing for Felice to learn. He hoped that she would grow up to be a chef who can be a good person as soon as possible, so that he could be gradually liberated.

As for the residence, McGonagall has already thought about expanding Mia’s dormitory where she lives now into a four-bedroom room. There is a large empty space next to it. When I built the dormitory for Mia, he let the system reserve two. Position, after the room is done, just open a door, it does not affect the pattern.

"Right, what style does your room like?" McGonagall suddenly looked up and asked Felice, who was helping to clean up.

"Hmm?" Felice was a little embarrassed.

"That is... I am going to arrange a dormitory for you. What kind of decoration or color does your room like?" McGonagall explained that after the last incident, he had decided not to guess the woman's mind.

Felice was warm, except for the Princess, she never asked what she wanted, and no one would consider what she liked. McGonagall not only taught her to cook, but also considered her so carefully, looking at that piece. With a gentle smile on the face, the heart beats and whispers: "I... I... I like plain, not too gorgeous, simple."

After that, Felice sneaked a glimpse of McGonagall, and some worried: "This way, is it too demanding..."

"This is not equal to no requirement." McGonagall shook his head with a smile, the little girl was still too embarrassed, but the element is simple, it seems that she still retains many of the elves' nature.

"system……"

McGonagall and the system bargained for a while, and finally added a dormitory, package repair and all furniture to Felice for 30,000 yuan.

"Father, adults, the children have to open a parent meeting, do you want to go?" Amy went home from school and said as soon as she entered the door.

"Parents will?" McGonagall looked at Amy, who was carrying a small bag, and Krassu and Julian came to the restaurant every day. It was equivalent to a home visit every day, and they had a student at Amy. can you?

"Well, just when Daphne came to school and came to me to play, the parents of the children will go, you will definitely go?" Amy pointed at her small head, and her blue eyes fluttered and looked at it. McGonagall is full of expectations.

It turned out to be a unified student union of the students of the Chaos Academy. Meg was somewhat clear, but looking at Amy’s anticipation, she was a little anxious. Amy is now learning magic every day with Krassu and Julian, in the chaotic school. There was no follow-up study, and Krassu did not inform at all.

Looking at Amy’s expectation, McGonagall refused to accept it and smiled and touched Amy’s head: “Amy’s first parent meeting, of course, my father is going.”

"Great!" Amy jumped up happily and swayed with McGonagall's arm. "Father, you are so good!"

Felice stood at the door of the kitchen and looked at the scene. His face was full of smiles. This pair of fathers and daughters seemed to have such love, envy and warmth.

"But Daphne said that this time the parents said that they want their father and mother to be there..." Amy's voice gradually became smaller and she looked carefully at McGonagall.

"This is the case..." McGonagall was also indulging, and suddenly his eyes lit up. "Is it better to find someone to replace?"

The eyes of the two men looked at Felice and revealed the color of thought.

Feilis, who was still a bit worried, snorted, and a heart jumped like a deer. Although she had promised to help the boss bring her children before, she did not say that she pretended to be a mother. ?

However... Looking at the delicate and lovely Amy and the mature and gentle Meg, the heart of Felice is soft again. It is not easy for a man to bring his own child. If the parents will not go to the mother, it must be Will it be said by others? In this case... then I will reluctantly agree.

"I don't think so, the bean sprouts sister is too flat." Amy shook her head.

"Well, and it's too small, it looks like a child." McGonagall nodded in agreement.

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