Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

"Bro fubinen of roast chicken? What are you doing here? "

Ha bang and ha GA were surprised to see fulbin and Yuri.

After a murmur of Orcish conversation, the two sides sort of figured out the situation.

It turns out that fubinen and Yuri belong to the HAGA tribe. They are familiar with habang. Unexpectedly, they happened to meet here.

"You're going to challenge boss Mai? Courage is commendable. " Ha Bang opened his mouth and didn't know what to praise the two little brothers.

Although their roast chicken is really the best in the tribe, it's better to compare their cooking skills with boss Mai. Isn't that a cruel thing to do?

McGonagall was a bit surprised.

"Mr. habang, he said that our roast chicken was not as good as he did. Our brother was not convinced, so he planned to have a contest with him!" Yuri nodded, his eyes full of desire.

"Boss Mai, this is the little brother of our tribe. He hasn't seen much of the world, but since he wants to compare with you, you're welcome. Aren't you two judges short? Our brothers haven't had lunch yet, so why don't we be judges? It's hard to say what's nice, but you can tell if it's delicious. " Ha Bang looked at MEG and said.

"Well, that's settled." McGonagall nodded. Although the relationship is a little complicated, there is no problem with HA Bang's words. The challenge arena has been set up. It is obviously impossible not to fight.

McGonagall turned to enter, and soon Mia and others helped carry a small oven and kitchen utensils out of the door, also putting on a posture at the door of the restaurant.

When everything was ready, McGonagall looked at fulbin and Eugene, who had already set up their posture, and said, "let's go."“ Good Eugene nodded and took out a live chicken from the cloth bag. With a twist of his neck, the chicken immediately disappeared. Then he began to bleed and cut his stomach. After a simple treatment, he stuffed a packet of spices into the chicken's stomach. Instead of removing the hair, he directly wrapped it with a layer of mud, and then wrapped it with a thick layer of clay outside. He put it into a simple oven and began to bake.

The whole process is full of a simple and rough taste, because the action is skilled, but also let the onlookers look at it with new eyes.

On the other hand, McGonagall was a little slow.

Sanhuang chicken had just been washed, and then it was coated with a layer of spices and seasonings, and filled with a lot of spices. Then it wrapped the chicken with a light green lotus leaf, tied tightly with cotton thread, and then wrapped a layer of yellow mud outside the lotus leaf.

The yellow mud looks much cleaner and more delicate than the yellow brown mud of ORC brothers. It is evenly spread on the lotus leaf, and looks like an oval egg with smooth surface.

"It looks very similar, but the owner of Maimi restaurant looks much more comfortable. I dare not eat chicken without hair."

"Yes, it's wrapped in mud. It looks scary. Is the mud really clean?"

"The yellow mud of the restaurant owner looks very advanced. My father makes pottery bowls, and the mud he uses is not as good as this."

The onlookers murmured that although the practices were similar, they could see the production process on both sides and gradually had expectations in their hearts.

"Brother, how did he pluck the chicken feathers? And wrap the chicken in leaves? The roast chicken made in this way has no soul. " Eugene whispered to fulbin.

"But listen to the guests, they seem to prefer roast chicken like this." Fulbin shook his head, thinking in his eyes.

"It shouldn't be..." Eugene also heard the whispers of the guests, feeling a little incredible.

Everyone in the Maimi restaurant was watching, quietly cheering MEG on.

"Chicken... Eggs!"

Gina looks at the chicken put into the oven by McGonagall. Her eyes are bright. This is the hope of landist. It turns out that this is not a natural egg, but made by Mr. McGonagall.

"The roast chicken wrapped in yellow mud is totally different from the roast duck. The boss is really breaking through himself every time. It's really amazing!" Mia looked at MEG admiringly.

"Good... Delicious!" Gina gave a thumbs up as the only person who had tasted Jiaohua chicken.

McGonagall put the roast chicken into the oven, and the two sides were so quiet, waiting for the roast chicken to come out.

The bustle here also attracted a lot of onlookers. As soon as the news of the contest between the restaurant owners and people spread, many restaurant owners came to see if the boss of the restaurant really has the ability to dominate the food list.

Jiaohua chicken is still roasting in the oven, and the onlookers have surrounded it for three layers.

In order to improve the efficiency of roast chicken, fulbin en and his colleagues have just changed a magic oven. Although the temperature is difficult to control, the efficiency of roast chicken is much higher. When the firepower reaches the maximum, a roast chicken can be baked in 20 minutes.

"All right, out of the oven!"

Fubinen pinched the time, turned off the heating of the furnace, unscrewed the cover of the furnace, and a stream of hot gas came to his face.

Eugene took an iron stick and put it into the stove. A roast chicken was put out of the stove like this. The smell of the roast chicken poured out from the crevasse, making the eyes of the people around him shine.

Around the front are all the guests who haven't had lunch yet. When they are flushed by the fragrance, their stomachs start to grunt. Looking at the brown earth bag, they are hungry.

"This method of roast chicken is really strange. I don't know which restaurant these two chefs belong to. You can try it when you have time."

Many guests are also a bright eye, has discussed ready to have time to taste fresh.

"Waiting for you?" Fulbin asked, looking at MEG.

"No, the roast chicken just out of the oven is the most delicious. Mine will have to wait a little longer." MEG shook his head. He didn't want to take advantage of it.

Just out of the oven and cold roast chicken are two kinds of food.

"Good." Fulbin nodded, took a sharp piece of wood from the side, stabbed it in the place where the Eugene iron stick had been, and then picked it out. A layer of mud shell peeled off with chicken feathers, and the smell of roast chicken suddenly overflowed.

Eugene handed over a plate, and fulbin put the roasted chicken whose mud shell was perfectly removed on the plate. The red roasted chicken was a little shriveled, and there was not a feather left. The smell of roasted chicken was very strong, which made many people stand on tiptoe and look around.

"How fragrant! I didn't expect that the chicken would still have such a delicious smell. "

"I regret that I didn't stand up to be a judge just now!"

"On today's list, it seems that there is no roast chicken on the list, right? Can the boss cook roast chicken? "

The guests murmured, looking at the roast chicken in front of fulbin and swallowing.

Fubinen took out a knife, scratched the roast chicken a few times, put the chicken on different plates, and then served it to the five judges who were already seated.

"Please taste it."

There was a confident smile on fulbin's face.

Roast chicken. He grew up.