As he went upstairs, MEG heard two rustles of eggs wrapped in blankets. He looked back and had a smile on his face. I don't know if he was scared by Amy's words.

After a good night's sleep, McGonagall was woken up by the alarm clock under his pillow at five o'clock the next morning. He turned off the alarm clock as quickly as he could, got up quietly, changed his clothes, washed and went downstairs, and began to make stewed meat in the kitchen.

Marinated meat needs to be stewed for two hours, so we must get up early. Although Meg's dough kneading technology has improved, it also takes a long time to knead two large portions of soft dough.

McGonagall practiced countless times in the kitchen god's proving ground, until he made the most picky rougamo with wax sauce that satisfied him. McGonagall was very serious.

In fact, it's almost time to marinate the pork for one night, but this morning, apart from eating by himself and Amy, he only prepared to make a few for Mobai and them to try.

To really start selling on the menu, of course, all the conditions must be perfect.

Keeping the taste of the dishes stable is one of the basic requirements of Michelin restaurant, and now it is also Meg's requirement for his own restaurant.

Of course, money still needs to be collected, and it is one of the conditions for crowdfunding to let them taste new products in advance.

With a serious expression on his face, McGonagall tied up his apron. He picked up the large pieces of pork pickled in the pot and made them in strict accordance with the best steps and time he summed up yesterday, as well as the amount of various seasonings and spices. After turning down the heat and stewing, he began to knead the dough to make dough.

Kneading dough is really a work of strength. Fortunately, McGonagall slowly figured out a way to save a little effort and knead the dough well in the test field. However, he kneaded the two dough for an hour after two breaks.

Put the dough aside, MEG didn't rush to bake it. He looked at his watch and it was already 7:5.

The stewed meat would have to be cooked for another 15 minutes, but Amy, who had already got up at this meeting, had to wash his hands, untie his apron and go upstairs.

MEG enters the room, Amy's eyes closed, as if in sleep.

But her long quivering eyelashes and the corner of her mouth, which could hardly hold back her smile, showed that things were not so simple.

"Well? There seems to be a fairy who hasn't woken up. How can I wake her up? " McGonagall said, standing by the bed with a smile on his face.

Amy secretly opened a slit in her eyes, looked at MEG, then immediately closed her eyes and said, "the fairy said that she would not wake up until her father's kiss."

"Oh, so it is. Then our fairy will wake up." McGonagall, with that look on his face, went over and leaned down to give Amy a little kiss on the cheek.

"The fairy is awake!" Amy opened her eyes, put her hands around Meg's neck, and stood up with a giggle around his neck. When she stood up, she was full of joy and expectation. She looked at him and asked, "father, are you ready for a cake that is 100 times better than pretzels?"

"It's fast, but it's best if it's just out of the oven. Xiaomi changes his clothes, washes and goes downstairs. It's almost ready." McGonagall nodded with a smile, feeling that he had been happy all morning. He took a look at the little black skirt beside him and said in his heart, "system, I want to buy a little purple skirt, which is a little more lovely, and pay in cash."

This time, the system didn't even say a word, and McGonagall had a whole page of hundreds of small skirts in his mind, with prices ranging from 1 to 500 gold coins from top to bottom.

"The ten gold coin one." MEG took a look at the dress with Amethyst and five hundred gold coins. He couldn't really appreciate this style, so he asked for a small purple skirt with a gold and red Bauhinia embroidery on the chest, and there was a layer of tulle on the outside of the skirt.

"OK, Xiaomi will change his clothes now." Amy brightened her eyes and nodded.

"I've prepared new clothes for Xiaomi. Let's see if I like them." McGonagall listened to the system confirm the clothes in place, walked to the wardrobe with a smile, looked back at Amy and said.

"Really?" Amy's face was full of expectation.

MEG opened the closet, took out the little skirt that was hanging in it, went to the bed, put it in front of him, and said with a smile, "do you like it?"

"It's beautiful, and it's purple. Xiaomi likes it very much." Amy looked at the little skirt, eyes full of surprise, happy to jump on the bed a few times, tiptoe on Meg's face, nodded and said: "my father, Xiaomi love you."

"I love Xiaomi, too. Come on, let's try new clothes." McGonagall was also very happy and helped Amy change into new clothes.

There are some beautiful lines on the upper body. The golden red Bauhinia on the chest makes people feel bright in front of their eyes. There is a layer of purple gauze on the hem of the pleated skirt.

Amy turns around on the bed, looks down at the purple Tulle floating, full of surprise, and plays for a while before stopping.

McGonagall looked at Amy, who was like a little angel and put on a little skirt. With a smile, McGonagall reached out and touched Amy's head. "Come on, put on your shoes, and then go wash. My father will go downstairs to make cakes for you."

"All right." Amy nodded cleverly. She came down the stairs and put on her white shoes to wash.

MEG peeked at Amy, who was squeezing her own toothpaste. It seemed that she would never have to worry about her daily washing and gargling. Then she went downstairs.

Turn off the marinated meat fire at the right time and put the dough on the preheated oven. McGonagall thought for a moment. He put sixteen of them every other time, just to fill the whole oven.

After a while, Amy came down from the upstairs and stood at the kitchen door. Looking inside, she smelled the rich and attractive smell of stewed meat. She sniffed hard and said curiously, "it's delicious, father. What's this? It's totally different from rainbow fried rice. "

"Sit down first, Xiaomi, and you'll know later." McGonagall turned and said with a smile.

"Well, I'll see the ugly duckling first." Amy nodded, turned to the back of the counter and squatted down. After listening for a while, she patted the blanket again: "ugly duckling, get up quickly, come out today, or I'll roast you and eat you now."

"Shasha... Shasha..." there was a voice in the quiet egg, which sounded worried.

"Well, that's right. Keep trying." Amy nodded and encouraged.

Rustle sound more hasty, like fear that they do not show a positive point, will be roasted and eaten.

In the kitchen, MEG smiles and shakes his head. Although he thinks his girl is cute, the little guy in the big egg is also a little pitiful.

With a thin knife in his hand, he slipped over the edge of the roasted Baiji bun, took out a piece of marinated meat from the pot, chopped it on the cutting board, stuffed it all into the open rougamo, scooped out a small spoon of wax juice and poured it on the meat. An authentic rougamo with wax juice was finished.

"Millet, it's 100 times better than sweet crispy cake. The rougamo with wax sauce is ready. Come and have a taste." MEG came out of the kitchen with rougamo in one hand and a plate in the other.