"Isn't the little one asleep?" McGonagall, who was holding the chicken leg and was about to eat, looked at the door in surprise, and Amy, who was wearing a bear pajamas, was standing at the kitchen door.

"Father, you are really too much, you actually secretly ate supper with Sister Jina behind my back, I must remember this matter, if there is something delicious, you don't call me ......" The more Amy spoke, the more aggrieved she became, she walked in and took the chicken leg from McGonagall's hand, and then put it in her mouth and took a bite.

"Hmm...... It's delicious! ”

Amy's eyes lit up suddenly, the grievance turned into a surprise, the sleepiness disappeared all at once, she chewed the chicken happily, her big blue eyes were shining, as if she was tasting the most delicious food in the world, bite after bite, and the food was delicious.

McGonagall looked at Amy with some doting, foodies really didn't miss a supper.

"System, has this call for the chicken been successful?" McGonagall asked inwardly.

"The color and flavor are complete, whether it is the control of the heat or the control of the seasoning, the host's part of the chicken has met your requirements for the chicken back then, congratulations to the host, the task was successful, and he won an advanced lottery for the god of cooking." Just then, the voice of the system sounded.

McGonagall looked at the golden lottery opportunity in her mind, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she did not enter the Chef God Proving Ground, and only spent three days of spare time, McGonagall successfully made a delicious called Chicken Chicken, which can be regarded as a milestone in his cooking skills.

The sense of urgency made him focus more on cooking, and the lower margin for error made him force himself to improve.

"Father, don't you love me?"

Amy chewed all the bones and looked at McGonagall with an aggrieved expression.

"How come, my father's favorite thing is millet." McGonagall quickly shook her head and reached out to touch Amy's head, did the little guy have some nightmare?

"That'...... Then you made such a delicious roast chicken, and you didn't tell me to get up and eat it. Amy was even more aggrieved, looked at Ji Na and said, "You must like Sister Ji Na more, so you just tell her to get up and eat." ”

Jina, who was chewing on the bones, looked at Amy with a puzzled expression, not knowing what she was talking about, and continued to grind her teeth silently with the bones.

McGonagall couldn't laugh or cry, but she didn't expect the little guy to be unhappy for this reason, and said with a smile: "This is a new product I have been researching these days, when we were in the market that day, didn't we tell those two orc uncles that we were going to have a roast chicken duel, and tomorrow is the date of the duel, so my father will stay up all night to roast chicken here." ”

"Sister Jina, like you, woke up by herself, and when she heard the sound and came downstairs, her father invited her to help try the new product, so instead of secretly eating supper with Amy on her back, we are going to make a delicious roast chicken for Millet, so that Millet can eat the most perfect delicacy."

"Really?" Amy was a little happier when she heard this.

"Of course it's true." McGonagall smiled and handed over a chicken wing.

Amy happily took the chicken wings and nodded as she ate, "I believe in my father." ”

McGonagall wiped a handful of sweat secretly, but fortunately the little guy only needed a chicken wing to soothe it, otherwise a man and a woman would eat chicken in the kitchen in the middle of the night, and say it...... It's really hard to explain.

Gina and Amy ate happily, and McGonagall picked up a chicken wing herself and tasted it.

The chicken wings are a little crispy, but the taste is much more delicate than the fried chicken, and the fragrance of the lotus leaves just right neutralizes the greasy feeling, making the roast chicken delicious and not greasy.

The crispy chicken skin, crispy muscles, and taste all bring a lot of finesse to McGonagall.

And the chicken bones that were crushed became more fragrant the more you chewed.

Before she knew it, one of the chicken wings was completely down, and McGonagall didn't even vomit a bone.

Raised in the Angolo Canyon, the holy land of the Demon Clan, the Sanhuang chicken grown from the seeds of the snack tree, the chicken is fat and tender, and the taste is good, and it may be because of the so-called magnetic field effect of the system, the chicken also contains rich nutrients, which has a very significant effect on dispelling dampness.

"This is the real chicken." McGonagall nodded in satisfaction, compared to the few times she ate the chicken, which was a weak chicken.

A roast chicken was quickly eaten by the three of them, and there was still a feeling of unfinished.

"I ...... Is it OK to eat this? Gina asked, hesitantly pointing to the clay shell.

"Can you eat this eggshell?" Amy asked curiously, picked up a piece of mud shell and put it in her mouth and bit it, then quickly took it out again, looked at the two imprints left on it, shook her head and said, "Sister Jina, this one can't bite." ”

"Gina, if you haven't eaten yet, I can make you something else." McGonagall also pointed to the refrigerator next to her, and Gina had almost choked to death from eating the crust.

"I want to eat this." Gina said firmly, pointing to the clay shell.

Seeing that Gina insisted, McGonagall hesitated for a while, but nodded and said, "Okay then, but you take small bites, don't choke anymore." ”

"Thank you, Mr. McGonagall!" Gina looked overjoyed, and asked McGonagall to give McGonagall an octopus hug.

But this time it was lightly avoided by McGonagall, the child was still present, how bad it was to hug and hug, this kind of thing, it had to be done in private.

Gina happily went upstairs with the clay shell, and McGonagall cleaned up the kitchen and left Amy upstairs to sleep.

"Meow~~"

The ugly duckling leaned on the edge of the bed, looking at the father and daughter who came in with some resentment.

"Ugly duckling, I'm thinking about your weight loss, this supper, don't think about it, you'll get fat if you eat it." Amy rubbed the fat face of the ugly duckling and said with a smile: "Only people like us who don't eat fat can eat supper boldly and boldly." ”

"Heart-piercing ......"

The ugly duckling leaned back unlovingly, with his feet facing the sky, not wanting to speak.

"Good night, Father."

Amy climbed into bed herself, kicked the ugly duckling lying on the cup to the end of the bed with a gentle kick, and then got into the bed herself, said a word to McGonagall, and immediately closed her eyes.

McGonagall lay on the bed, looking at the big wheel opportunity in her mind, hesitated for a moment, and decided to put this opportunity aside for the time being, and wait for the results of tomorrow's food rankings to come out.

He had prepared for the worst, and this opportunity was kept, at least as a bargaining chip.

……

"Did you hear that? The new food rankings will be announced today at 11 p.m.! ”

"I've heard that I also know that the Food Association has abandoned the previous voting ranking system, and instead cross-scored by a mysterious expert jury to come up with a list of rankings, which sounds quite reliable, maybe the day of finding food according to the rankings will come again."

"Not necessarily, the food rankings have disappointed me for some years, and I hope this time I won't change the soup or the medicine."

Early this morning, there were many people in the City of Chaos discussing the upcoming food rankings.

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