Chapter 2376： Sun Wukong is a girl?

McGonagall’s imitation of his colleagues has always been extremely tolerant, and this is also a very important step for him to slowly change the restaurant relationship in Nolan Mainland.

Recently, the blacksmith's shop in the City of Chaos has suddenly added many orders for hemispherical iron pans. The wok has become a kind of cooking utensils that many chefs learn to use, and even become one of the choices of some housewives.

Stir-frying has changed from a relatively niche cooking method to a home-cooked cooking method similar to stew. The disclosure of fish-flavored eggplant recipes is a very important catalyst.

Frying, grilling, cold dressing...Various cooking methods have been catalyzed by Mai Mi Restaurant and gradually gained more people’s understanding and love.

Of course, it can’t be said that McGonagall created these cooking methods.

But he played a promotional effect.

If the method of making delicious food is only in the hands of a small number of people, then the world is really boring.

Let more people learn more about cooking methods, and in different regions, there may be surprises and surprises.

If people living by the sea can only boil and steam seafood, wouldn’t it be a waste of barbecue and hot pot?

If the herders on the grassland can only cook and stew cattle and sheep, wouldn’t they miss the deliciousness of braised beef and dried beef?

McGonagall hopes that if one day someone travels from the earth to this world, when they wake up, they will not be choked on the spot by a bite of sweet shortbread, but will be amazed at how rich and varied the food in this world is. It's distinctive, but it feels a bit familiar.

However, there are some things that you can't bear.

"Where is the store called'Selling Rice Restaurant'?" McGonagall looked at Gina and asked.

Jina stretched out her hand and pointed out: “Just in front, a fairly large restaurant seems to have just opened in the past two days, and the decoration style is somewhat similar to our restaurant.”

"It's too much, this is forcibly touching the porcelain to rub the heat. If there is a problem with eating, we have to back the pot."

"We have to take care of it."

The girls are also a little angry.

"I'll check it out tomorrow." McGonagall smiled and nodded. He wanted to see who opened this cottage.

The restaurant was cleaned up, and the girls said goodbye to the dormitory.

Annie had gone upstairs to paint a long time ago, but Xiaoguai and Amy were playing peekaboo, sweating profusely, and not feeling a little sleepy.

The game of peekaboo is fun, but it’s a bit of a waste duck.

The ugly duckling, as the victim of this game, has been chasing two bear children for one night.

"Come, come, ugly duckling, come chase me!" Xiaoguai ran to the side of the pillar, poked out a little head, and made a face at the ugly duckling.

"I'm here, the ugly duckling is here to catch me." Amy didn't know when she climbed onto the beam of the room, and asked the ugly duckling.

The ugly duckling shook his head from side to side, wondering who to chase for a while.

The key is...these two masters, no one can provoke them, and no one can provoke them!

"Okay, my little princesses, the game is over, it's time to go upstairs to take a bath and sleep." McGonagall walked over with a smile, and rubbed the head of the ugly duckling, and then directed at Amy on the beam. Spread his hands and said: "Come on, Xiaomi, jump down, and father will follow you."

"Then I will jump."

Amy jumped down, was caught by McGonagall lightly, kissed her forehead, and put it on the ground.

"I also want to hug, I want to lift up, I want to kiss." Xiaoguai ran out from behind the pillar, jumped up and climbed up holding McGonagall's thigh.

"Okay, good, the little guy hugs and lifts it high." McGonagall picked up the little guy, lifted it over his head and gently tossed it, catching it and then tossing it up again.

Xiaoguai's silver bell-like laughter echoed in the restaurant.

"Okay, it's time to go upstairs to sleep." McGonagall kissed Xiaoguai and put her down.

The ugly duckling collapsed on the ground tired, looking at McGonagall gratefully.

"Let’s go, I’ll take you to take a bath." Jina smiled and walked forward, and dropped two colorful bubbles on the two little guys, like two air hoods. The little guy wrapped it in, then floated up and flew upstairs.

Insert an app: A perfect re-engraving of the old version of the book-chasing artifact, an app that can change the source.

"We actually sat in a bubble and started flying!"

"So fun!"

The two little guys floated away happily.

McGonagall looked at Gina's back upstairs, feeling a little bit in her heart. It was obvious that a month ago she was still a girl who likes to greet her with a warm hug. How come she feels a bit of an old mother now?

Going upstairs and taking a shower, changing into a bathrobe and coming out of the bathroom, McGonagall saw two little guys who had changed into pajamas waiting at the door.

"Why don't you lie down on the bed?" McGonagall asked with a smile.

"We have to listen to the story of Father Father before going to sleep."

"Well, Xiaoguai wants to listen to Sun Wukong beating the bone spirits three times."

The two little guys stared at McGonagall expectantly.

"I want to hear too." Annie poked her head out from behind the door, looking at McGonagall also expectantly.

"Do you mind if I listen in too?" Gina walked out slowly.

"Well, since you like to listen so much, today we are going to tell the story of the Monkey King who opened his head last time three hits of white bone spirits." McGonagall smiled and rubbed the soft hair of the two little guys and moved into the room. Go.

Ordinary fairy tales can no longer coax a few little guys, even Xiaoguai hates those princesses and princes that are too boring.

The day before yesterday, McGonagall told them about Journey to the West on a whim. He didn't expect the three little guys to listen to it with gusto, and even Jina became a loyal listener.

The charm of this monkey has crossed the world and race.

"Speaking of which, the three masters and apprentices went all the way west and came to this Baihuling..."

McGonagall talked about Monkey King’s Three Beats on the Bone Spirit this time, and heard the four of them applaud Monkey King’s alertness, and then clap their hands for Tang Seng’s stupidity.

The story is over, good guys, the four people have big eyes and small eyes, and there is no sleep at all, and the spirit is better.

"My father, the four of them came out of Baihuling with their masters and apprentices, and then what?" Amy asked.

"Foresee the funeral, please listen to tomorrow's decomposition, it is late tonight, it is time to sleep, or else I will be late for class tomorrow." McGonagall smiled and sold it. The story is too interesting and it is also a problem. It is easy for children to listen to it. Lost in sleep.

"Father, is Monkey King a sister or a brother?" Xiaoguai asked curiously.

"Brother of course." McGonagall laughed.

"You said she jumped out of a rock, so why can't she be my sister? Maybe she is called Sun Wukong?" Xiaoguai asked seriously.

"Uh...this..." Although McGonagall thought that Xiaoguai's statement was a bit absurd, but the little guy's thinking was so interesting and jumpy, and he didn't know how to refute it.

"If Sun Wukong is a master sister, then she and Tang Sanzang are p? So Tang Sanzang abused her thousands of times, and she still has the same heart? It seems to be sweeter." Anito thought.

"But if Monkey King is a man, wouldn't it be sweeter like this?" Ji Na thought?