Chapter 2151： Do you understand again?

McGonagall was very thankful that Irina would not be at home, otherwise the atmosphere would inevitably be a little embarrassing even if it didn't become a Shura field.

"Miss Hill, Miss Gloria, why are you here?" McGonagall gave the money to the coachman, then smiled at the two.

I have to say that these two are first-class existences, no matter their appearance or temperament.

Although it's a bit worse than Irina, it's true that each has its own charm.

"I heard that Mr. McGonagall is back today, so I came to visit. I just met Miss Gloria at the entrance of the restaurant and also came to find Mr. McGonagall, so they waited here together." Hill said with a smile.

"Mr. McGonagall, long time no see." Gloria said looking at McGonagall.

"I went to a military camp outside the city and brought some food to the regular customers. It's cold outside. If you have any words, go in and talk." McGonagall opened the door and let the two of them come in.

"You should have eaten, right?" McGonagall made a pot of hot tea, poured a cup for each of them, and asked with a smile.

Hill smiled and said, "I had a simple meal, but if Mr. McGonagall is willing to cook, my stomach is still willing to bear a little more pressure."

Before Gloria could speak, her belly groaned.

She blushed, and she asked the coachman to come to the Maimi restaurant directly after finishing her work. Before she had time to eat, she ate the morning meal today.

McGonagall smiled and took a menu from the side, placed it between the two, and said: "That's right, I haven't eaten yet. If you want to eat something, order it. I will treat you today."

"I'm joking, it's not a working day. How can I bother Mr. McGonagall cooking for us." Hill said with a smile.

McGonagall looked at Gloria, who was also about to refuse, smiled and shook his head: "No, you are worth it."

Hill contributed money and effort to build artillery, and built an artillery production line as quickly as possible, but it helped him a lot.

And Gloria made winter clothes for frontline fighters, which also had important strategic significance in the cold north.

These two points alone are worthy of McGonagall’s cooking dinner for them himself.

Seeing that McGonagall didn't seem to be joking, Hill thought for a while, and said, "Then I'm welcome, I want a steak."

Hearing the words, Gloria thought for a moment: "Then bother Mr. McGonagall to make me a Yangzhou fried rice."

What she missed the most was of course the tofu brain made by Mr. McGonagall.

But she also knows that tofu brains can't be made in a short while, so naturally they can't make such excessive demands.

"Okay, sit down for a while." McGonagall turned and went into the kitchen.

Hill and Gloria sat opposite each other, and the warm and comfortable environment in the dining room made the atmosphere less awkward.

"I heard that you are busy preparing for the soldiers to prepare cotton clothes? How are you preparing for this matter?" Hill asked first.

Gloria shook her head slightly, and said with a sad expression: "Currently, we are working overtime to make production, but the number of tailors is limited. With the current progress, it is difficult for all soldiers to wear new cotton clothes before the expedition."

She almost invited all the tailor masters in the City of Chaos, most of whom joined voluntarily, but the number is still limited.

When I came to Mai Mi Restaurant today, she also wanted to talk to Mr. McGonagall, and wanted to see if he had other options.

"The north is cold, and the climate is very different from our chaotic city. If the soldiers don't have winter clothes, they are easy to get frostbite." Hill frowned. She was busy with artillery recently, but did not realize the seriousness of this problem.

"Yes, I'm trying to deploy from other places, but the coalition forces come from all races, and winter clothes are very scarce, and it is difficult to make enough numbers in a short time." Gloria nodded.

In the kitchen, McGonagall frowned and thought.

Rough-skinned races such as orcs, demons, and trolls are fine, but a delicate body like humans, without winter clothes shelter, can cause countless frostbite in cold weather.

But preparations for combat have never been a matter of one or two days. The incident happened suddenly, and now the various races have no time to prepare a huge number of Yuhan winter clothes.

After all, no race has considered fighting on the Arctic Ice Sheet.

Hill thought, suddenly his eyes lit up and said, "I thought of a way."

"What?" Gloria looked at Hill expectantly.

"Tailor is a name with technical requirements, so the number of tailors in Chaos City is limited, but if you reduce the requirement to those who can sew cotton-padded clothes, the number will become very impressive." Hill smiled. "You may not know that in the City of Chaos, many people without money make their own cotton clothes in the winter."

"You mean... let the people in the City of Chaos sew winter clothes for the soldiers? Yes! This is really a good way!" Gloria's eyes lit up, she stood up and held it excitedly Hill's hand, "Thank you!"

"No...nothing." Hill was a little uncomfortable with Gloria's enthusiasm for a while.

Gloria retracted her hand and said with a slightly red face: "I'm sorry, I'm a little gaffe, but I should go to the city lord's mansion immediately and ask the lord to order the residents of Chaos City to sew winter clothes for the soldiers."

With that, she was leaving.

"Wait a minute." McGonagall came out of the kitchen with a Yangzhou fried rice, stretched out his hand and gently pressed Gloria's shoulder, smiled and said: "Even if you want to save the world, you have to fill your stomach first. , If you are exhausted, no one can do better than you."

"But..." Gloria, smelling the Yangzhou fried rice that exudes a tempting fragrance, her belly began to grumble, her intense hunger made her feel small stars in her eyes.

"Hurry up, I guess I'll have to work all night tonight." McGonagall pushed Gloria back to her seat and stuffed the spoon into her hand.

"Yeah." Gloria's eyes were fogged, and she took a spoon and took a spoonful of fried rice and fed it into her mouth.

A warm feeling filled my heart. The exhaustion of the past few days seemed to be swept away, and the whole person was filled with happiness.

Hill looked at McGonagall, and then at Gloria, showing a sort of expression like that.

"You understand again?" McGonagall swept Hill's expression from the corner of his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and turned into the kitchen. After a while, he came out with a half-ripe steak.

"Thank you, then I'm welcome." Hill nodded slightly, picked up the knife and fork, and ate it gracefully.

In fact, she didn't have time to eat dinner. The engineer put forward several ideas for the improvement of the artillery, so she wanted to let McGonagall help to see it. If the power can be increased a little, that would be great.

As for why you are looking for McGonagall.

Probably... this is unfounded superstition.