The system sounds: This system only provides restaurant decoration, and does not include areas outside the restaurant.
Mag habitually touched her chin with her right hand, looking at the dilapidated stairs and the dark second floor, thinking of the bed covered with a little straw just now. She couldn't live in it tonight. She couldn't let her baby girl suffer anymore. Today The quality of life must be improved later.
And he didn't feel too much hostility from this system. The so-called punishment should be more to supervise his efforts to learn cooking and achieve the mission of God of Cooking as soon as possible.
If that's the case... Mag rolled his eyes and said in an indifferent tone: "System, I think your statement is wrong. I am providing this entire small building as a restaurant site. Of course you have to be right. I cannot accept the opening of a restaurant with inconsistent styles. Moreover, if the second floor is not decorated and reinforced, if a brick falls and kills the customer, it will be a big trouble. If it does not kill the customer, it will be even more trouble. Well, maybe I’ll be beaten to death by someone who can’t even hit me with a drill, so why should I learn to cook or become a chef? You can figure it out yourself.”
The system fell into silence, as if thinking. After a while, the system's voice sounded again: "In view of the high danger level of the building, the system has analyzed and decided to rebuild the small building and carry out decoration. Please confirm the decoration style."
Mag was secretly happy. As expected, things like the system can still be negotiated and used. It would be boring to be led by it. However, on the surface, he still behaved quite calmly.
The decoration style of the restaurant has been decided, and the decoration style of the second floor is similar to his previous home. Low-key, luxurious and comfortable are indispensable. There are three rooms on the second floor, a toilet and a bathroom, for Ai Mi's room chose a soft pink decoration style, so she confirmed it directly with the system.
The system's voice sounded: "The reconstruction and decoration will take thirty seconds. Please leave the room. The countdown starts in one minute..."
Thirty seconds is enough! Mag was stunned for a moment, but when he heard the sixty-second countdown, he quickly and slowly moved towards the door. He crossed the threshold with some difficulty and turned around to close the door. It was already dark outside.
"Father, are you here to pick up Amy?" Amy's soft voice sounded from behind.
Mag turned around and saw that Amy was holding two tawny pancakes in each hand, looking up at him, her long eyelashes fluttering, and her little face was full of joy and excitement. Her father had never gone out to pick it up before. I have passed her, but today it seems that I went downstairs to pick her up at the door.
"Yes, I'm here to pick up Xiaomi, and I'm going to do a magic trick for Xiaomi." Mag smiled and knelt down, took Amy into his arms, and hugged her gently.
"Magic?" Amy looked up at Mag with some doubts, and quickly said with bright eyes: "Is it magic? Can father change many delicious things?"
"Well, yes, father is going to build a beautiful big house and a beautiful restaurant for Xiaomi. From now on, he will cook you lots of delicious food every day." Mag said softly, and he was indeed a foodie.
"Really?" Amy opened her mouth slightly, as if she couldn't believe it.
"Close your eyes and count down to thirty times." Mag smiled and nodded.
"Thirty, twenty-nine..." Amy closed her eyes obediently and counted.
Mag looked at Amy with gentle eyes, listening to her soft voice counting down. The ground shook slightly, and there were occasional sounds of things falling to the ground behind her, but she didn't look back.
The countdown to thirty beats passed in the blink of an eye.
Amy opened her eyes, her little face full of expectant expression.
"Next, let's take a look at our new home." Mag took the two shortbread cookies from Amy's hand, held her little hand and stood up. She also turned around and looked in the direction of the small building with some anticipation.
A beam of warm light shone from the doorway and happened to fall on the two figures, one large and one small, standing at the door.
"Wow~~" Amy's mouth opened wide. She looked at the suddenly changed appearance. The splendid palace-like house under the light was stunned for a while, and then she turned to look at Mag who was standing aside and shouted happily: "Father, did you really conjure this up? A house as beautiful as the Crystal Palace! There are also luminous stones! Father is so amazing!"
"Well, this will be our home from now on, and it will also be a restaurant." Mag smiled and nodded. As expected, the feeling of being worshiped by his little girl was more satisfying than anything else.
It is still a two-story building, but it has now transformed from a crumbling two-story wooden house into a European-style two-story villa. On the side facing the square, there are floor-to-ceiling windows, and you can see the European-style crystal chandeliers shining from the outside. The restaurant is comfortable and stylish.
However, because the previous shaking seemed to cause some small commotion, Mag took Amy's hand and pushed the door in while saying: "Let's go home first, and father will tell you about those things later."
"Well, father is the most powerful!" Amy rubbed her head against Mag's hand and happily jumped in the door.
Mag turned off the light outside the door. Just as the two of them entered, a bearded dwarf staggered out of the house next to him. He looked around drunkenly and muttered: "Which idiot troll came here again?" Come dance! Damn you guys, don’t let me sleep..." After saying that, he walked back again and slammed the door with a clang.
"Father...is this really our home?" Amy stopped at the door, looking at the splendid restaurant and looking up at Mag, still a little unbelievable.
She had never seen such a beautiful house, with flat and smooth floors, beautiful crystal-like chandeliers, neatly arranged brand-new tables and chairs, and an exquisite cutlery box on the table. And inside was a room bigger than hers. There was a taller long counter, and there was a room inside the counter, but she couldn't see anything inside.
"Of course." Mag nodded with a smile and waved his hand: "This is our new home. We can open a restaurant on the first floor, and the second floor is where we live..."
"Great!" Before Mag could finish her words, Amy had already ran out, ran around the restaurant with open hands, then sat down at a table in the back and waved to Mag: "Father, let's sit here and eat shortbread cookies. Xiaomi is hungry."
"Okay." Mag smiled, and as expected, eating was the most important thing.
"The task of owning a restaurant is completed. Because the host requires additional repairs to the area outside the restaurant, the reward for this task is offset. The system releases a new task: Learn the first dish - Yangzhou fried rice. The task lasts three days. When the host is ready, you can click to enter There is a trial in the God of Cooking training ground. The reward for this task is physical fitness +0.5, and the penalty for failure is physical fitness -0.5." The system's voice sounded again.
Mag stopped for a moment, and a door suddenly appeared in his mind. On the door were four shining golden words: Yangzhou Fried Rice, which should be the so-called training ground for the God of Cooking.
Of course, what Mag is more concerned about is the success reward mentioned by the system. The most urgent thing for him to improve now is his body. Now, let alone cooking, he can't even hold a kitchen knife steadily. He didn't expect that the system would give it to him so quickly. He arranged a reward for the task of strengthening his body, and he suddenly felt a little excited.
Although I don’t know how far this physical quality +0.5 can reach, the system should not cheat him. Isn’t it just Yangzhou fried rice? How difficult can a bowl of fried rice be?
When he was in Yangzhou, he tried several authentic Yangzhou fried rice, but they all seemed to be a bit miserable. But to be honest, the fried rice tasted very good, but he didn't find any fault with it at first. It was an uncomfortable problem. It was said that a time-honored brand was closed for a period of time after he reviewed it. However, this kind of thing happened too many times, and he didn't pay much attention to it.
"Father?" Amy looked at Mag who was stunned with some confusion.
"Here it comes!" Mag quickly suppressed the urge to open the door, sat down opposite Amy, handed one of the cakes in his hand to Amy, and said with a smile: "Here, taste it first. It’s our Xiaomi’s favorite sweet biscuits.”
Mag took a closer look at the sweet biscuit. It was about the size of an adult's palm and one centimeter thick. It should be made by wrapping corn, mung beans, potatoes... a bunch of messy whole grains in flour and baking it in a charcoal oven. In the hand it looks like a rough tile.
"Yeah." Amy held the cake in front of her with both hands, opened her small mouth and took a bite of the cherry. It made a crisp sound, and then chewed it happily, just like a little hamster, eating very much. It's sweet and looks very cute.
"Is it so delicious?" Mag was a little doubtful, but seeing Amy eating was really appetizing. She couldn't help but pick up the cake and took a bite, chewed a few times, and then stunned.
"Is this a baked tile? Did you bite off my teeth or the cake? After biting it into pieces, you cut your mouth and stuffed your throat when you wanted to swallow it. You can use this to poison, right? How many can you sell in a day? Hundreds! The food culture of this world is probably a bit deserted! No, it's stuck in the throat!" Mag glared, threw the shortbread in his hand on the table, and ran towards the kitchen sink with his throat covered.
