Chapter 2, A Little Dream and Goal

The space on the first floor is quite large; removing the half wall in the middle would create nearly 80 square meters of space. The floor is cluttered with some wooden boards and other miscellaneous items, and there is a dimly lit, rudimentary kitchen at the back

Feeling the warm touch on his face, Mag returned to his senses, tried to calm his emotions, and forced a smile. After a moment of recollection, he took out the last two copper coins from his pocket and placed them in Amy's hand, saying, "Xiaomi, go buy two crispy sweet cakes. We won't be cooking tonight."

Owning a restaurant? Magellan was taken aback for a moment, but upon hearing the subsequent words from the system, he was filled with joy, suddenly realizing that this system might not be so unreliable after all

McG looked at Amy disappearing at the door, feeling inexplicably heartbroken. The sweet and crispy cake was a coarse grain cake that cost one copper coin each. However, in the past two years, the father and daughter had barely managed to get by relying on the odd jobs that McG Alex took on at the guild. It was only during festivals that McG would buy one for Amy to eat.

Such a space is surprisingly left vacant and not rented out, even if one were to die of poverty, one cannot blame fate... Magge shook his head, but as the saying goes, "Those who plant trees benefit those who come after." At least the conditions for the first task have been met, and he directly said in his heart: "Provide a piece of land for a restaurant"

However, the system made a nonsensical remark and then disappeared somewhere

Is that true! Xiaomi loves to eat sweet and crispy cookies the most! Amy's face immediately revealed a look of surprise, her small hands clutching two copper coins. She crawled over from the bed, kissed Maige's face, and then jumped down from the bed with her short legs, put on her shoes, and ran out the door.

Due to malnutrition and prolonged sun exposure, the skin has a slight yellowish tint. His appearance is somewhat similar to that of his previous life, about seventy to eighty percent alike, except for the long, curly brown hair that falls behind his head and the full beard on his face, giving him a somewhat unkempt look

Magge's eyes lit up as she looked at a restaurant with a touch of classical European style. The overall color scheme of the restaurant leaned towards brown, adorned with some exquisite patterns, and featuring European-style lamps hanging from the ceiling. The tables were the simplest brown wooden rectangular tables for four, accompanied by matching wooden chairs without armrests. In front of the counter, there was also a single long table against the counter, which could easily accommodate sixteen tables, indicating that it could seat many people.

After careful analysis, Maige believes that one cannot rigidly define a specific characteristic style; otherwise, if an antique Chinese restaurant were to serve a plate of steak arranged with knives and forks, it would certainly have drawn his severe criticism in the past

Simple and comfortable, and able to accommodate more guests is the best; he is already looking forward to the scene of the entire restaurant being filled with customers

Chef? Are you kidding me! Mag has a bit of a desire to curse.

The system's voice sounded, and at the same time, a series of 3D images suddenly appeared in Mag's mind, featuring Chinese classical style, pastoral style, Western restaurant style, and so on. In any case, any style available on the market could be found among them, leaving Mag somewhat dazzled.

This is truly a waste of a good foundation, McG couldn't help but comment, it would scare the little children when going out, having such an adorable little girl at home and not knowing to tidy herself up a bit.

Mag stood up with both hands supporting himself on the bed, dragging his straw sandals along the ground as he walked to a worn copper mirror on the wall, examining his appearance.

Since it was the resentment of those chefs that brought me here, I must have learned their dishes, primarily from Chinese restaurants. However, I have also been to quite a few Western restaurants and various trendy eateries, though I do not know how many more will emerge in the future. McG did not rush to make a selection

The nobles stomped their feet in a long line, the elves disregarded decorum as they skewered meat, the dragons sat around the hot pot holding slotted spoons, and the demons enjoyed adorable dumplings. McGonagall imagined this scene and instantly found it even more amusing

"System, is there a reward for improving the body after completing the task?" Mag asked in his mind, instinctively clenching his fist

The little one has endured quite a bit of hardship following you; let me make it up to him from now on! McGonagall clenched her fist, yet felt a sense of powerlessness.

If there isn't any now, does that mean there might be some in the future? McG's eyes suddenly lit up. If he had to continue living in this body, he wasn't sure how long he could hold on. However, if the system could restore his body, even if he couldn't reach the level of the First Knight, being able to live a normal life would be sufficient.

Brother, I was just casually commenting a few things. Although my wording was a bit sharp and my remarks were somewhat harsh, I closed down a few dozen restaurants...! ... But do you really have to go out of your way to create a system to force me to become a chef! ! !

Moreover, although this location is somewhat off the beaten path, the first floor is still suitable for a storefront. There have been previous inquiries for rental, but they were all rejected by the previous stubborn owner. Otherwise, it would not have come to the point where even a copper coin's worth of sweet and crispy cake has become a luxury.

After experiencing that incident, he almost gave up on himself; if it were not for Amy's presence, he might have chosen to end his glorious life on that night three years ago

Although the past was somewhat dismal, the most reliable aspect was probably that upon arriving in the chaotic city, the first thing he did was purchase this two-story small building. Despite being an old two-story structure located in the far corner of Aden Square, the entire building belonged to him

At that time, reviewing food and restaurants was his most engaging activity, to the point of being somewhat nitpicky and addicted to sharp criticism. However, it was merely a momentary indulgence, and upon revisiting those reviews later, he could only feel a deeper sense of emptiness

Amy is also very well-behaved and understanding; although she wants to eat, she never takes the initiative to ask for it

The current situation at home can only be described as bare walls; there is only a bed in the room, and the only small blanket on the bed is the one Amy uses when she sleeps

But now things are different; he has a lovely daughter. Living at the bottom of society, whether it is to recover his health or to provide a better life for his daughter, learning to cook and then opening a restaurant is a task that requires long-term effort

The sudden clarity of dreams and goals made Mag feel as if his heart had suddenly begun to race

Maggie slowly descended the stairs while leaning against the wall, the wooden floor creaking due to its age, and several steps of the staircase were even damaged, resembling a dilapidated building

The system issued its first task: to own a restaurant of one's own. The host only needs to provide the land for the restaurant, and the system will carry out the overall decoration of the restaurant according to the style chosen by the host. The task is time-limited to three days, and upon completion, there will be rewards; failure will result in penalties. At that moment, the system's neutral voice sounded again.

The long counter leads to a semi-open kitchen, where transparent glass allows a view from the kitchen to the outside, yet the height of the glass effectively obstructs any prying eyes from seeing the stove.

This is it

There is none at the moment

Perfect! Magge nodded in satisfaction, just about to make a decision, when he hesitated and asked: "System, does the restaurant renovation include the second floor?"

The overall style is ancient and grand, capable of accommodating any cuisine; even sitting down to enjoy skewers and engage in casual conversation feels entirely appropriate

Do not speak of any culinary gods; when the last two copper coins are spent, even having a meal tomorrow becomes a problem. It seems that the key to solving the issue still lies with the system.

Thinking about being supervised by a system to learn how to cook in the future, Maige felt somewhat overwhelmed. It would be one thing if it were just about making some everyday edible dishes, but they were talking about becoming a master chef!

"Father, is there anywhere else you feel unwell?" Amy reached out to touch Mag's face and asked with a hint of concern. She felt that her father seemed a bit different today compared to before, but she couldn't quite pinpoint what was different.

In his past life, he possessed wealth, women, and power... everything that others strive for their entire lives yet cannot attain. He was born standing at a height that others could only dream of. Therefore, for a long period after turning thirty, he began to contemplate life, seeking to understand what he truly desired, yet he could not find a clear goal

The system has detected that the property rights of this house belong to the host, and the geographical location meets the conditions for opening a restaurant. The task is complete. Please choose the restaurant decoration style.

The broken hands and feet rendered him powerless, and McG felt as if he were a useless person, finding it even difficult to clench his fist

After finally making it down the stairs, Maige was panting heavily. His physical condition was truly poor. In the past, he could tear apart orcs with his bare hands, yet now he needed to stop and rest after just a few steps. Maige suddenly understood why he had chosen to give up on himself; if it were him, he probably would not have the courage to continue living.