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

The werewolf looked at the women and said, "if only women can do it, I..."

"Please stop, stop!" MEG quickly raised his hand to stop it. It's a real werewolf.

Even if he really dares to wear women's clothes, he doesn't dare to use them. Isn't it smashing his own signboard!

It's not that he doesn't like the big man of women's clothes, but after all, not everyone can be as beautiful and natural as Sheryl.

The conversation between them also caused a burst of laughter from the onlookers. The people looked at McGonagall with admiration. The boss was really interesting.

McGonagall looked at the judges and said with a smile, "you have tasted the roast chicken of our two sides. Please tell me which one you think is better."

People's eyes also fell on several judges. Although the victory has long lost suspense, the final result has to be told from several judges who have tasted it in person.

The elf stood up and looked at McGonagall apologetically and said, "the roast chicken made by Mr. McGonagall is the most delicious roast chicken I've ever eaten. I'm sorry for my rude remarks before. With your superb cooking skills, it must be your strength to dominate the food list. I'll line up early tonight, and I'll try this delicious Jiaohua chicken again. "

"Welcome again." MEG nodded with a smile.

Conquering guests with delicious food is the most fulfilling feeling.

"Brother fubinen, you've done a good job, but let's be realistic. Boss Mai's roast chicken is more delicious." Ha Bang raised his hand to MEG.

HAGA gave the brothers an encouraging look, then raised his hand to MEG.

"Although boss Mai is not willing to accept me as an employee, there is no way to hide the delicious roast chicken. You are my favorite!" The werewolf looks at MEG affectionately.

McGonagall, with a chill in his heart, resisted the urge to kill the werewolf with a hammer and looked at the last lady.

"Mr. McGonagall, I'm hardworking and capable. I can learn anything quickly. Would you like to think about me?" The lady, with a professional smirk on her face, winked at McGonagall, all over with drama.

"I'm sorry, the restaurant doesn't need to recruit at the moment." McGonagall laughed helplessly. How could these people want to be waiters one by two? It's really puzzling.

"It's sad to be rejected, but I can't make a choice against my heart, so I chose Mr. McGonagall." The lady covered her heart and said with heartache on her face.

"Mr. McGonagall, you win this fight, we lose it." Fulbin stepped forward, looked at McGonagall and said, "if you have any orders, please ask our brothers to do it. It's a punishment for our recklessness."

"We just said we would have a roast chicken duel, but we didn't say there was any punishment." McGonagall shook his head with a smile. "What's more, I did something wrong that day. If it was me, I would not be able to swallow it. Today's duel is a fluke. Let's put an end to it. "

McGonagall's impression of the orc brothers was good, and he didn't plan to pit anything from them. After all, the duel was originally pit by the system, and both sides were innocent.

At the end of the duel, the Maimi restaurant was closed, and the onlookers also scattered.

However, the previously amazing Jiaohua chicken was deeply imprinted in people's minds. Many people have already made plans in their hearts. They must come to the queue earlier this evening and try what it is like. It's really as amazing as they say.

All the women are enjoying the Jiaohua chicken, which is also full of praise. There is no need to dip in any sauce or add side dishes. The roast chicken itself is an incomparable delicacy.

"You have a straightforward personality. I like it. In that case, I'll call you Eugene." Eugene said with a smile.

Seeing McGonagall's sincerity, fulbin thought about it, but he didn't insist any more. After hesitating for a while, he bravely said, "Mr. McGonagall, can you give us some advice on our roast chicken?"

Eugene, too, put away his smile and stood with his hands down to listen.

In today's duel, they lost with conviction.

Originally, I thought my roast chicken was the best in the world, but after seeing Meg's roast chicken, I realized that my roast chicken was still far behind.

Compared with MEG, they are just like children learning to walk.

"I'm afraid to tell you, but I've tasted your roast chicken. Maybe you can listen to some opinions." McGonagall saw that they were sincere in asking questions, but he didn't hide them. He thought and said, "first, since you want to do business in the city of chaos, you can't still keep the idea of making roast chicken in the tribe. It's a very effective way to make more guests accept your roast chicken and make it clean and good-looking."

"Deal with the chicken ahead of time, and then wrap it with leaves and yellow mud on top of the roast chicken?" Fubinen thought that in the market, most of their guests were demons and orcs, which was the biggest reason.

"You can say that." MEG nodded and took a look at their yellowish brown soil. "If we use purer and more viscous loess, we may have a better look, and it will be more evenly heated in the oven."

Fulbin and Eugene nodded.

"Second, besides being clean, the taste of roast chicken is also very important. Your bite force is stronger than that of human beings and elves. Therefore, the taste of roast chicken is a little bit more cotton wood, losing a lot of the delicious flavor of chicken itself, which is very unfriendly for human beings and elves. Reducing the roasting time appropriately can make the taste better and improve the quality of roast chicken."

"Thirdly, the characteristic spices can be retained, but the dosage can be reduced slightly, so that the flavor of chicken can reach a balance with spicy spices, thus becoming delicious. The separation of the two makes the taste less acceptable. "

McGonagall thought about it, nodded and said, "just these three points, a little stupid."

"I've been taught." Fulbin bowed deeply to Meg, his eyes full of gratitude.

McGonagall's words, let him as if in a daze general, found his many shortcomings, and know where to start.

McGonagall's unselfish teaching of these precious experiences made him deeply moved.

Eugene's reaction was slow. He bowed, got up, scratched his head and said, "you are really good at chicken making."

"I'm flattered. I'm flattered." McGonagall's face was smiling and his heart was full of MMP. He didn't dare to accept the praise

They have decided to close down for a few days to study how to make more delicious roast chicken.