"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the announcement task of delivering a warm winter breakfast to the cleaners, and receive a reward: a recipe for porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork! On the road to becoming a chef, my heart has been improved and sharpened. At the same time, you will get a 'Good Guy Card', and collect five Good Guy Cards for a chance to make a wish. The voice of the system rang out.

"Wish-making opportunity? What's that? McGonagall was slightly stunned and asked with some curiosity.

"Wishing Opportunity: The host can make a wish to the system, and the system will fulfill it to the maximum extent possible."

"And how do you get the Good Guy Card?" McGonagall asked, the wishing opportunity sounding pretty good.

"As long as the host does good deeds, there is a certain chance to swipe the good guy card."

"That's really a good guy card...... "McGonagall pouted, it didn't sound very reliable, and he knows how many times he had to do a good deed to get five good guy cards.

Looking at the new golden recipe for preserved egg and lean porridge that appeared in his mind, this was probably the easiest task he had ever done, but the task had just begun, and the responsibility had just been taken up, providing a steaming breakfast for the cleaners every day, which was something that needed to be insisted on for a long time.

"You're welcome, starting tomorrow morning, please come to the door of Maimi's restaurant at half past six, and I will provide you with a breakfast for free." McGonagall smiled and said to the group.

The crowd praised McGonagall again.

"Mr. Sidka, could you please give me a list of all of you, and then let me get to know you, so I would like to make a simple acquaintance in order to prevent other people from mixing in and causing someone to not have breakfast." McGonagall said, looking at Sidka.

"Of course, Mr. McGonagall is very thoughtful." Sidka nodded, walked briskly to her desk, pulled a list from a mess of papers, handed it to McGonagall, and began to introduce her name to her.

"Okay, thanks." McGonagall put away the list, having memorized everyone's names so she didn't have to worry about other superfluous people getting in for a free breakfast.

"Well, I'll take my leave." McGonagall and Old Jack nodded slightly, and then took their leave, he had to go back and get some things ready.

"This boss McGonagall is such a nice guy."

"Yes, I've heard that the cheapest food in that restaurant starts at two hundred copper coins, and I've never eaten anything that expensive."

After McGonagall left, the cleaners were still talking, smiles of anticipation on their faces.

"Alright, let's go back and rest." Sidka said, and the crowd dispersed.

……

McGonagall returned to the dining room, and North Mia and the others were supposed to go to the ice cream parlor, leaving Anna crouched in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window with the ugly duckling, looking out a little distractedly.

McGonagall stood aside and watched for a moment, then walked over slowly, crouched down beside Anna, and whispered, "Anna, what are you thinking?" ”

"I wonder if Shellyl and Sister Aisha will meet on the battlefield......" Anna turned to look at McGonagall, her little face full of worry, "If they do, will one of them die?" ”

"No, it won't." McGonagall shook her head and smiled, "Neither Aisha nor Sherylle will hurt each other, even if they are really on opposite sides, after all, they are people who have fought side by side together." ”

Anna thought for a moment, a smile appeared on her face, and she nodded, "Well, they are all very kind elves, and they are also real elves. ”

"Okay, let's not sit here in a daze, I'll teach you how to make Yangzhou fried rice today, okay?" McGonagall put her large hand on Anna's head and smiled.

"Really?!" Anna's eyes lit up, she had been practicing knife skills these days, and she had never cooked.

"Of course it's true, Anna's knife skills have been practiced very well, and she is able to cut the ingredients into the size required for fried rice, so it's time to start learning real cooking." McGonagall nodded, then mentally purchased a set of pots and pans from the system for Anna.

The pot provided by the system is half smaller than a normal pot, and it looks a little mini, but it is still a big pot for Anna.

The spatula is also correspondingly smaller, and even Anna's small hands can easily hold it, and it is not laborious.

Anna brought a small bench herself, stepped on it just high enough to reach the height of the stove, and looked at McGonagall expectantly.

Every day she has to watch Uncle McGonagall make hundreds of Yangzhou fried rice, every step and detail has long been firmly imprinted in her heart, but there is no chance to do it, and now she can finally try this Yangzhou fried rice for herself.

"Yangzhou fried rice is a more complex dish, for the control of the heat, the control of the time to add various ingredients, there are very strict requirements, we now start with the preparation of the ingredients...... "McGonagall took out two ingredients from the refrigerator, one to Anna, one to hold herself, and began to teach carefully.

Anna stared intently, although she had seen the same steps tens of thousands of times, she still didn't want to miss any detail, and remembered every word McGonagall said.

A Yangzhou fried rice with full color and flavor was quickly out of the pot.

"Alright, Anna, you can start your first time in charge." McGonagall put the Yangzhou fried rice aside and said with a smile.

"Uh-huh." Anna nodded, glanced at McGonagall, then withdrew her gaze and stood in front of the cutting table with her eyes closed for a moment before reopening her eyes and picking up the Chinese kitchen knife.

The small hand grasped the thick Chinese kitchen knife, but there was no sense of bulkiness, the knife fell on the cutting board, making a rhythmic light sound, and the same ingredients were turned into the size of rice grains under the knife, and then Anna put it on the plate for later use.

Turn on the heat, pour the oil, pour the ingredients into the right oil temperature pot, stir-fry, turn the pot, everything is smooth, obviously it is the first time to take charge, but Anna's performance makes McGonagall a little surprised, which is not at all like a six or seven-year-old child can do it.

"This kid is really talented." McGonagall couldn't help but praise in her heart, and in time, she would definitely become a better chef than him.

Turning off the heat and taking out the pot, Anna's first Yangzhou fried rice was carefully brought over by her, placed next to McGonagall's, looked at McGonagall with some anticipation and said, "Uncle McGonagall, you can try it." ”

"A scorched Yangzhou fried rice."

Anna's fried rice, winter bamboo shoots and mushrooms turned brown, eggs were not able to wrap perfectly on the rice, many of them were damaged, the oil was too bright, and the amount of oil was a little too much.

"Okay, I'll try." McGonagall picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of Yangzhou fried rice into her mouth, the salty taste almost made him almost spit it out, there was no evenly fried salt, and the burnt taste was very obvious.