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

All of a sudden, the chirping voice disappeared, and the door of the McMillan restaurant was quiet. Just now, they were wisely talking about the unfair competition system. The melon eaters who might cheat in the McMillan restaurant closed their mouths one by one, feeling that their faces were hot.

Candice was stunned. McGonagall's words were like a loud slap on her face, which made no secret of mocking her intelligence. Her anger suddenly burned.

But as he said, since this is a duel between the first and second place, if he can find a better cook than Sith to replace him, Sith is still not the first.

As long as the two sides agree on the rules of the duel, it will be established, and McGonagall has not left any handle in this respect.

Candice was angry, but he couldn't come out. His wrinkled face was red with anger. He looked at the wine jar and sneered, "I've been cooking for 40 years, and I've never heard of any soup that needs to be cooked for more than five hours. Even the tendons of Warcraft don't take long to cook."

McGonagall said with a smile: "it doesn't matter. Maybe you can't understand what kind of soup takes more than five hours to cook, and you've never tried to cook bones over low heat for several hours to get the delicious soup. But if a chef laughs at other cooks' cooking methods with his own experience, he can't be knowledgeable and authoritative. There are so many you haven't heard of. "

"You..." Candice trembled with anger. As an old chef, those chefs usually respect her very much. Just now, she was sincere enough to agree to be the referee of the duel. Unexpectedly, she was ridiculed by a young generation.

"The duel time has come. Considering that boss Sith's time will be tight, we'd better start the duel first." McGonagall ignored Candice and turned to Robert.

"OK, the duel begins." Robert nodded, ending the inexplicable quarrel.

"Calm down, Mrs. Candice. Let's focus on the duel first." Robert turned to Candice, who was sitting next to him, and said softly.

"Well, this kind of guy without manners can't make any delicious food." Candice snorted coldly. She had made plans in her heart. No matter what soup MEG made, she would definitely vote for Sith.

After returning to the city of chaos, the only meal she went out to eat was the river fresh soup from the Sith restaurant, which really brought her a big surprise. Even in lodu, soup alone was enough to rank in the top ten.

"The boss... Is a bit fierce. The style of the poisonous tongue is sharp enough, but it doesn't lose the gentlemanly elegance. It kills people in the invisible, and it's not worth choking." Randy looked at McGonagall in amazement. It was a genius.

He hasn't handed in his carnivorous column this month. After staying at home for a month, he didn't find any thoughts after scratching his hair. Today, when he promised boss Sith to be a judge, he also wanted to go out to find some inspiration. At the same time, he planned to brush the meat list on the food list. Only today did he know that the food list has changed.

"Is this guy going to take my job?" Feipeter looked at McGonagall's eyes a little more to examine and sense of crisis, so sharp against people, let him have a kind of encounter fellow feeling.

"Boss Mai is really boss Mai. The food is delicious and the words are good."

"Ha ha ha, I've become a little fan of boss Mai."

McGonagall tore Candace, let the familiar customers of McMillan restaurant collective hi up, confidence is also full.

"This guy, even the judges are against him. It seems that we will win today." There is no need to worry. Candace has already belonged to the Sith restaurant.

Sith took a deep look at MEG, but his mood became more dignified. He drew back his eyes, took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, took a pair of scissors, began to deal with the fish and shrimp that were still alive, and began to formally cook the river fresh soup.

Seeing that Candice had no words, McGonagall closed his eyes again. After a while, he opened his eyes again, turned to the women and said, "are you hungry? Let's eat first

"Well?" All the women were stunned.

"Eat!" Amy, who is teasing the duckling with Anna, stands up and lights her cerebellar pouch and says, "I, father, I want to have dinner."

"Anyway, there is still half an hour left. Let's have dinner first, and we will start business again later. It's not good to work hungry." MEG nodded, got up and went to the store.

All the women followed into the restaurant.

"Isn't that... Pretty?"

Everyone was stunned when they looked at the Maimi restaurant where they suddenly left for dinner.

"Arrogance! It's arrogant Candice said in a cold voice, putting the judges aside. She had never heard of the contestant who went to dinner by herself!

"Yes, it's so hateful not to bring us..." Peter stretched his head and yelled at McGonagall's back: "boss McGonagall, take me one."

"Business hours haven't arrived yet. Please line up." McGonagall's calm voice came, and the door closed slowly, leaving a crowd of amazing eyes.

The dishes had been prepared before. Mia and others came into the kitchen to serve them. Then they sat down and began to eat.

"Boss, isn't that good? Will they vote for that person because of this? " Mia said with some worry.

"It doesn't matter. The duel is a small matter. It doesn't have to affect our normal dining and business." MEG put a piece of fish in Amy's bowl and went on eating.

This kind of challenge may be more and more in the future, but MEG has decided to refuse this meaningless duel. Instead of wasting time and energy on this kind of thing, it's better to play more with Amy.

Outside the restaurant, hundreds of people watched a strange cooking duel.

On one side, in front of a professional stove, boss Sith's well-known fish killing and shrimp line, and flowing cooks, a pot of gradually fragrant River fresh soup, attracted the audience to marvel.

On the other side, there is a stove standing alone, on which stands a brown wine jar, without any viewing experience.

"What is this doing? A person's cooking performance? " An unidentified passer-by poked his head in and looked at it for a while. He asked strangely.

"Probably." A passer-by who had been watching for a long time nodded, but still didn't understand the enigmatic duel. Many people even thought that the owner of Maimi restaurant had given up the duel.

As time went on, Sith lifted the lid of the soup pot, and the rich and delicious flavor suddenly spread out. The boiling milky white soup, sprinkled with a handful of green scallions, turned off the fire, and bowls of steaming River fresh soup were sent to the five judges.

"It smells good!"

People's eyes were attracted to the bowls of river fresh soup.

"Ding Ling!"

At this time, the bell on the door of the dining room made a crisp sound. The door opened outwards, and MEG came out with a calm face.