Mag looked at the broken knife in his hand, and then at the proud-looking fat-headed fish. He was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but said in his mind: "System, have you practiced iron-headed skills like this bad fish?"
"Host, please be patient. This fat-headed fish is kept in the Kalasana Lake in the far north of Nolan Continent. It is frozen all year round and is extremely hypoxic underwater. In order to survive, these fat-headed fish bang their heads on the ice every day, knocking them out. After breaking through the ice, it obtains oxygen and evolves over tens of thousands of years, making its head extremely hard, so it is also known as the ice-breaking fish, and it is a third-level monster." The system introduced.
"Why bother with a problem that can be solved by just moving." Mag curled his lips, looked at the broken knife in his hand, and said: "Where's the knife from yesterday? It seems like this gold-rimmed kitchen knife needs to be eliminated. The one I used last night was quite handy, just give me one."
"Ding!"
"The chopped kitchen knife inspires a hidden mission: as a kitchen god, you must have a unique kitchen knife of your own. Please go to Eisen Iron Castle to find the best knife forger and create your own kitchen knife. !" The system's voice sounded.
"Is this okay?" Mag raised his eyebrows, then shook his head decisively and said: "System, I refuse this task! I am a chef, and it is 9012 years ago. Who wants to go to the dwarves to find a master to customize their kitchen knives? ?
As a professional assistant, is it worth asking Dad to go there personally for a problem that can be solved with money? Tell me, how much did that kitchen knife cost last night? "
"The kitchen knife that dad used before is called 'Polu'. It is a bone cutting knife specially designed by this system for the host. It is made of the highest grade titanium alloy..." The system's flattering voice stopped abruptly and he coughed twice. , said seriously again: "Host, please respect this system and don't use money to humiliate me. I am an upright and principled system. For this task, you must..."
"Twice." Mag said calmly.
"We have to kiss..."
"Three times." Mag continued calmly.
"You have to go in person..."
"Four times."
"You have to go in person...go...go..."
"Forget it if you don't want to sell it. I won't make any more of this dead fish." Mag threw it away casually, and the fat-headed fish drew a perfect parabola and fell back into the bathtub with an indifferent expression.
"Wait!" The system's voice suddenly raised a few points, and said with difficulty: "Host, you must go for this task! The time limit is three days, if the task fails: the host will be regarded as despising knives and lose all control of all knives in the kitchen. The right to use it! The mission is successful: the host will get a chance to briefly regain its peak strength!"
Mag, who was turning to leave, suddenly stopped and asked in his mind with some uncertainty: "System, do you mean to directly restore level ten like last time?"
"Yes, it will take ten minutes to restore the peak state this body has ever reached." The system said firmly.
"Isn't ten minutes too short? If this enemy had talked too much, I would have fainted in front of him before the fight started. You know, some villains talk too much nonsense." Mag's eyes lit up. He looked distressed again and said, "How about more?"
"Villains talk a lot. You can't blame them, otherwise all superhero stories will turn into tragedies." The system pondered for a while and said: "However, what the host said is not unreasonable, so this system will add another five minutes as appropriate."
"Fifteen minutes." McGonagall thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "Okay, I'll take over this task."
Looking at the three-day countdown in his mind, Mag began to make preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
When the porridge was almost ready, Anna came down from upstairs, walked into the kitchen, looked at Mag and said: "Uncle Mag, let me help you."
"Anna, don't get up so early in the future, and sleep more. It's the time to grow taller." Mag looked at Anna and said with a smile.
"It doesn't matter, I've slept enough, Uncle Mag got up earlier than me." Anna shook her head, opened the cupboard, carefully took out a pile of large bowls, and walked out of the kitchen.
Mag looked at Anna's little back. The little guy was good at everything, but he was too sensible. He was so sensible that it made people feel bad.
At half past six, Mag opened the door on time, took the big pot out, and then distributed preserved egg and lean meat porridge to the cleaners with Anna's help.
Seeing that everyone had almost eaten, Mag said loudly: "Let me tell you one thing. Today I have to go out for a trip, which may last two or three days, so in the next two days, everyone needs to bring their own breakfast. I want to tell everyone and hope that everyone will not forget it.”
"Mr. McGonagall, don't worry, we will solve it ourselves." Old Jack said with a smile, and most of the other cleaners also agreed.
"Didn't you say that we have something to eat every day? How come it's gone after only two days..." Elton muttered, taking a big mouthful of porridge, feeling a little dissatisfied.
This porridge is delicious and free. I usually go hungry every morning, but I stopped eating it after only two days.
He looked at Mag, rolled his eyes, stood up with a smile, looked at Mag and said: "Um...Mr. Mag, as soon as you go out, we won't have breakfast. How about this?" , I heard that your preserved egg and lean meat porridge sells for 200 copper coins a bowl. In the past two days, you can give us 400 copper coins each and let us have breakfast by ourselves. In this way, you pay for the same thing, and we can also have hot food. Breakfast, wouldn’t this problem be solved very well?”
Many cleaners raised their heads when they heard the four hundred copper coins. It was almost equal to their monthly salary. Although they felt that Elton's approach seemed a little wrong, but after thinking about it carefully, his words seemed to be nothing. No, that's four hundred copper coins. If you get it, you can buy a lot of meat.
Mag looked at Elton and suddenly smiled. This guy was more shameless than he thought.
"Elton, you are such a bad old man!" Old Jack suddenly stood up, pointed at Elton angrily and cursed angrily: "Mr. McGonagall kindly made us free breakfast, and he even got up early on his days off. Just to fulfill a promise. What do they want from you? Why do they want you to pee on your hands or not take a shower?
Now that someone has to go out for something, it's better for you. Who do you think you are? How dare you ask someone for 400 copper coins to have breakfast? If you're so capable, why don't you show your face?
You are shameless, but we still want shame. We cannot ask for this kind of request. Sitting with people like you, even drinking the bowl of porridge in my hand, I feel sorry for Mr. McGonagall. "
"Yes, Mr. McGonagall is a good man. Just go out and we will take care of breakfast ourselves." Many cleaners also echoed,
The cleaners who had been agitated before heard this all blushed and lowered their heads in shame.
"Damn old man, you ruined my good deeds again." Elton glanced at Old Jack with some evil intentions. Seeing that everyone was knocked back by a few words of Old Jack, and he became the target of public criticism, he looked at Mai with a smile. Ge said: "Well... I just said it casually as a joke. Don't mind, Boss Mai."
"It doesn't matter, starting from tomorrow, you won't come." Mag looked at Elton with a smile, "This is not a joke."
