Chapter 1064 Ask the Host to Explore by Himself

McGonagall, who had been swayed just now, opened his eyes all of a sudden, and looked back at Hill who was standing behind him at some point. He also realized that he seemed to be too immersed in the lottery draw, and relaxed his vigilance about the surrounding situation.

"I just had an interesting dream." McGonagall took it with a smile, stood up and looked at Hill, "I don't know what happened to Miss Hill?"

"If I say I want to have a cup of tea with Mr. McGonagall, I wonder if Mr. McGonagall will agree?" Hill looked at Mag with a smile and said.

"Miss Hill is already standing here, can I still refuse?" Mag asked with a smile, gesturing to the seat beside her, "The sun is just right today, why don't you drink tea outside in the sun."

"Alright." Hill nodded, went straight to the table and sat down.

Mag went into the room and took a set of tea sets and came out. He boiled the purple clay pot on the small stove, and sprinkled some black tea. The fragrance of the tea floated out from the spout of the pot. Taking a sip gently made people feel peaceful and comfortable.

On a winter morning, the sun was shining brightly.

The two sat opposite each other, with a cup of black tea brewing between them, neither spoke.

Hill stared at Mag for a long time, but he just stared at the purple clay pot calmly, without even looking at her more.

She has seen many men, and they often don't look at her, but those men are just to hide their panic, so they deliberately turn their eyes to other places, and their flickering eyes quickly reveal their thoughts.

But Mag was different, his gaze was calm and focused, as if there was really something prettier than her on the small purple-gold teapot, and even looking at her was unnecessary.

She had never met such a man before.

"This guy, don't I really look better than a teapot?" Hill was inexplicably unconvinced. Although she didn't care about men's gazes, she was used to the feeling of being watched, and now she was inexplicably uncomfortable being ignored. Comfortable.

"System, what is the effect of this Buddha jumping over the wall?"

"Please host to explore on your own."

"System, the power of this high-end dish is so strong, will there be any side effects? What if it eats people up?"

"The host is asked to explore by himself, and to prepare the medicine... dishes."

"What's the use of you."

Mag couldn't help but rolled his eyes in his heart,

What's the use of this system if you don't answer three questions.

"This tea is very fragrant." Hill broke the silence with a smile. She didn't have the leisure time of Mag to sit here and bask in the sun all morning.

"Well, it's good tea." Mag ended the conversation with the system, naturally took Hill's words, lifted the teapot and poured her a cup, clear and beautiful tea soup, revealing a strong tea fragrance.

This is the Wuyishan Dahongpao he bought from the system. Naturally, it is good tea, and the quantity is not much. If Hill hadn't asked for it, he would not be willing to give it to others to drink.

Hill took the small white porcelain tea bowl, and the pleasant aroma of the tea made her eyes shine.

In addition to red wine, her grandfather is also good at tea. In recent years, he has been fishing and drinking tea when he has nothing to do, and she also drinks tea with him when he is free, so he has a little understanding of tea.

Her grandfather's favorite is the Assam black tea produced in the Goblin's Assam Valley. Because the production is very small, it is not easy to buy.

A few years ago, because he couldn’t buy black tea once, he bought the entire area of ​​Asham Valley in one go, and built a tea base, which is self-produced and sold, only for himself, and occasionally give some to his friends .

The black tea cooked by Mr. McGonagall has a stronger fragrance than Asham black tea.

He picked up the tea bowl and blew gently, then took a small sip carefully.

"This taste!"

Hill's eyes lit up, the fragrance is rich, the taste is sweet and mellow, and after swallowing, the timeless fragrance reverberates between the lips and teeth, refreshing one's spirits.

"Good tea."

Even Hill, who had tasted a lot of good tea, couldn't help but praise it.

Even her grandfather's favorite Assam black tea is obviously inferior to it.

"Grandpa will definitely like this tea." Hill thought firmly in his heart.

"Miss Hill is so busy, shouldn't she just come to see me for tea?" Mag took a sip of tea, put down the cup, looked at Hill and asked with a smile.

Hill is a strong woman, and she doesn't often come to the restaurant to eat, and usually only appears here when she has something to do.

"The improvement work of the steam locomotive has been completed, but during this time, Chief Engineer Blair led the research and development team to try to add a magic circle to the steam locomotive to increase the speed of the steam locomotive. Recently, there has been a breakthrough, but in actual use I have encountered some problems that cannot be solved, and I hope to get some help from Mr. McGonagall." Hill looked at McGonagall.

"Is it a modified version of the train?" Mag was a little more surprised when he heard that.

Hill said with a bit of apology: "These things are not within the scope of our cooperation, and I am really embarrassed to bother Mr. McGonagall for help."

"I don't know much about magic, so I may not be of much help, but I'm quite interested in this modified version of the train. I may not have enough time in the morning. I can go there during lunch break." Mag nodded, and said He didn't refuse, and he didn't talk too much.

He is indeed a little curious about what kind of changes will occur when technology meets magic.

A modified version of the train?

Can the speed be close to the high-speed rail by leaps and bounds?

"Okay, someone will pick you up at noon today." Hill showed a smile on his face, and then took out a piece of paper and put it in front of Mag.

"This is?"

"This is a letter of appointment. I want to hire you as the general consultant for this steam locomotive project, so that I will feel less sorry if I need you in the future." Hill said.

Mag glanced at the seven-figure annual salary, pushed the letter of appointment back to Hill, shook his head with a smile, and said, "If I sign this, I will be more sorry when I refuse in the future."

"Mr. McGonagall thinks the salary is too low?"

"No, I just don't like to be constrained." Mag shook his head, "The steam locomotive project, if I am free, I am happy to participate in things within my capacity, after all, I am also one of the shareholders, but the premise is that I have null."

Hill stared at Mag for a while, put away the letter of appointment, and said with a smile, "Then there is Mr. McGonagall."

Hill calmly drank the black tea in the cup, put down the cup, and asked curiously: "I wonder what kind of tea it is? How much tea is there in Mr. McGonagall's hand? I wonder if you can sell me some. My grandfather likes to drink tea." , I must like this kind of good tea."

"It's just a little wild tea, there's not much left, so we can't give it away." Mag decisively shook his head and refused, and the system also sold his black tea, which was less than a catty, and it was too little for him to drink, so how could he sell it.

However, according to the system, this is because of the first year of transplantation and cultivation, and the production should increase in the future.