Chapter 1064： Please host to explore on your own

Just after the European emperor, Meg suddenly opened his eyes and looked back at Hill, who did not know when he was standing behind him. He also found himself as too immersed in the lottery and relaxed his vigilance against the surrounding situation.

"Just had a fun dream." McGonagall took it with a smile and stood up and looked at Hill. "I don't know what Miss Hill is coming from?"

"If I say that I want to have a cup of tea with Mr. McGonagall, I wonder if Mr. McGonagall will promise?" Hill smiled at McGonagall.

"Miss Hill is already standing here. Can I still refuse?" McGonagall asked with a smile and gestured to the seat. "Today's sunshine is just right. It's better to basking in the sun and drinking tea."

"Alright." Hill nodded and walked straight to the table to sit down.

Meg entered the house and took a set of tea sets. He cooked the teapot on a small stove and sprinkled some black tea. The tea scented out from the mouth of the pot and gently sniffed it, making people feel calm and comfortable.

The winter morning is sunny.

The two sat opposite each other, cooking a cup of black tea in the middle, and did not speak.

Hill stared at McGonagall for a long time. He just watched the teapot calmly, not even looking at her.

She has seen many men, and often does not look at her, but those men are just to hide their panic, so deliberately turned their eyes to other places, flashing eyes quickly exposed their ideas.

But McGonagall is different. His eyes are calm and focused. It seems that there is something better than her on the purple gold teapot. Even watching her is superfluous.

Such a man, she has never met.

"This guy, do I really don't have a teapot to look good?" Hill was inexplicably convinced. Although she didn't care about the man's gaze, she was used to the feeling of being watched. Now she is ignored or inexplicably not. Comfortable.

"System, what is the effect of this Buddha jump wall?"

"Please host to explore on your own."

"System, this high-end dish is so powerful, will there be any side effects? What if people eat bad?"

"Please ask the host to explore on your own, and consider dispensing the medicine... dishes."

"What do you want?"

McGonagall couldn't help but squint in his heart. When asked, he didn't answer. What is the use of this system?

"This tea is very fragrant." Hill smiled and broke the silence. She didn't have the leisure time to sit in the morning sun.

"Well, it's a good tea." McGonagall ended his conversation with the system. Naturally, after taking over Hill, he brought up a teapot and poured a cup of it, a clear and colorful tea soup with a strong tea fragrance.

This is the Dahongpao of Wuyishan that he bought from the system. Naturally, it is a good tea. The amount is not much. If Hill did not ask for it, he would not be allowed to give it to others.

Hill took over the white porcelain tea bowl, and the tea was pleasant, so she couldn't help but shine.

Her grandfather, in addition to good red wine, is also good at tea. In recent years, she has been fishing for tea when she has nothing to do, and she will accompany her to have tea when she is free, so she knows a little about tea.

Her grandfather's favorite is the Asham black tea from the Assam Valley, which is not easy to buy because of the small amount of production.

In the past few years, because I couldn't buy black tea once, he bought all the Asham Valley all in one breath and built a tea base. It was produced and sold for himself. He only gave him a little friend. .

The black tea brewed by Mr. McGonagall is more concentrated than the Asham black tea.

Pick up the tea bowl and blow it gently, then carefully take a sip.

"This taste!"

Hill's eyes are bright, the aroma is rich, and the taste is sweet and mellow. After swallowing, the fragrant aroma reverberates between the lips and teeth, which makes people feel refreshed.

"Good tea."

Even Hill, which has tasted many good teas, can't help but praise it.

Even her grandfather's favorite Asham black tea is obviously a lot worse than it is.

"Grandfather will love this tea." Hill thought in his heart.

"Miss Hill is so busy, shouldn't it be more than coming to me to drink tea?" McGonagall took a sip of tea, put down the tea, and looked at Hill and asked with a smile.

Hill is a strong woman. She doesn't usually come to the restaurant to eat. It usually only appears when there is something.

“The improvement of the steam locomotive has been completed, but this time, the chief engineer of Blair led the R&D team to try to add a magic array to the steam locomotive to increase the speed of the steam locomotive. Recently, there has been a breakthrough, but in practice. I have encountered some problems that cannot be solved. I hope I can get some help from Mr. McGonagall." Hill looked at McGonagall.

"Magic version of the train?" McGonagall was surprised by more.

Hill said with a bit of regret: "These things are not in the scope of our cooperation. It is a little embarrassing to trouble Mr. McGonagall."

"I don't know much about magic. I might not be able to help, but I am very interested in this magical version of the train. It may not be enough in the morning. I can go for a lunch break." McGonaga nodded, and Did not refuse, and did not say anything too full.

He does have some curious about what kind of transformation will happen when technology encounters magic.

Magic modified train?

Can the speed be close to the high-speed rail?

"Okay, someone will pick you up at noon today." Hill smiled and took out a piece of paper in front of McGonagall.

"this is?"

"This is a letter of appointment. I want to hire you as the general counsel of the steam locomotive project. If there is any need for you in the future, I will feel less sorry for it." Hill Road.

McGonagall glanced at the seven-figure annual salary and pushed the letter of appointment back to Hill. He smiled and shook his head. "If you sign this word, I will be a little more sorry when I refuse."

“Mr. McGonagall thinks that the salary is too low?”

"No, I just don't like being restrained." McGonagall shook his head. "The steam locomotive project, if I have time, I am willing to participate if I can do it. After all, I am also a shareholder, but the premise is that I have air."

Hill stared at McGonagall for a moment, put away the letter of appointment, and smiled and said: "There is Mr. Laumag."

Hill quietly finished the black tea in the tea pot and put down the tea pot. Some curiously asked: "I don't know what kind of tea is this? How much is there in Mr. McGonagall, I don't know if I can sell me some, my grandfather likes to drink tea at home. I definitely like this good tea."

"A little wild tea, there is not much left, can not cut love." Meg decisively refused to shake his head, the system also sold him less than a pound of black tea, drinking too little, how could sell.

However, according to the system, this is because of the first year of transplant cultivation, and the output should be improved.