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

Leighton brought up two bowls of mutton, which was almost full. He looked at Amy and said with a smile, "the little girl is so cute."

"What a big bowl! Thank you, uncle Amy looked at the big bowl of mutton in front of her and agreed. She couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks. She looked at McGonagall and said, "father, I'll start eating first."

"Eat it." MEG nodded with a smile and picked up his chopsticks. He also wanted to taste the improved mutton stew, whether it really became a delicious food.

"Ouch." Amy put a piece of mutton into her mouth and chewed it. As soon as her eyes brightened, the speed of chewing speeded up. As she chewed, she could not help shaking from side to side.

McGonagall takes a look at Amy who has entered the tactical swing. It seems that the stewed mutton is very suitable for Amy's taste, and it is also a piece of mutton.

The shape of the mutton is quite casual. The adult has a big mouth of hob pieces. The color is red and bright, which makes people have a good appetite.

The aroma comes with the hot air. The previous strong mutton smell can be almost ignored, and replaced by the strong mutton smell. In addition, there are various spices, one of which attracted Meg's attention.

It was a kind of fragrance that he didn't know how to describe. It was a spice he had never seen before, but now it appeared in the stewed mutton, making the mutton taste special.

Last time, MEG was dissuaded by the strong smell of mutton, but now this mutton made him want to have a try.

Open your mouth and feed the whole piece of mutton to your mouth. With a slight bite, the delicious and rich gravy will overflow from the soft mutton.

Compared with the freshness of mutton soup, the gravy is more rich. The full meat fragrance splashes in the mouth, which makes the taste buds fall into the cheers.

Chewing the soft but not rotten mutton, the more delicious it is, MEG can feel the existence of those spices. Together, they build a delicious space full of layers, and the light special flavor is like a layer of fog, which makes people step into the delicious trap carelessly.

This stewed mutton may not be perfect, but in Meg's heart, it can definitely be put into the ranks of delicious, and it is a very unique kind.

Leighton and his son, Harrison and jergi all looked at McGonagall nervously and expectantly, just like the students waiting for the teacher to announce the test results. After all, McGonagall did not taste their improved mutton stew.

MEG swallowed the mutton in his mouth, then put a piece of it into his mouth and gave it a smile. He enjoyed the delicious food in his mouth.

"Can I have some rice?" McGonagall put down his chopsticks, looked up at Moore and said with a smile, "this delicious stewed mutton, if it doesn't match a bowl of white rice, seems to be missing something."

"Yes, just a moment, please!" As soon as Moore's eyes brightened, he quickly turned and walked towards the bucket.

Leighton's face also showed a smile, was recognized by McGonagall, a sense of relief, do not live up to the trust.

"Wow, boss Mai thinks highly of the stewed mutton." Harrison said with a smile.

"If we can stew mutton to the satisfaction of boss Mai, it seems that our mutton restaurant business will not be bad." Jergi also said with a happy smile.

"The smell of mutton is thoroughly removed. The proportion of spices is also very appropriate. The heat is just right. It's soft but not rotten. The more you chew, the more fragrant it is." McGonagall commented seriously and looked at Leighton with some curiosity: "but I venture to ask, there is a very special spice in the mutton. I don't know what it is? I never seem to have seen it

Leighton thought for a moment. With his eyes shining, he took out a half foot long black branch from the cabinet and said, "is that what you're talking about?"

MEG took the branch and sniffed, his eyes brightened, nodded and said, "yes, that's the fragrance."

"This is a kind of dwarf tree rich in the mountains near our tribe. I call it" Yan ". Herdsmen usually cut it as firewood. Once again, when I cooked mutton, I accidentally dropped a branch and found that it tasted very good, so I kept the habit of stewing mutton with Yan." Leighton said a little embarrassed.

"Your ability to name is really unusual." McGonagall looked at him with admiration, but he was really interested in the spice called Yan. There were many coincidences in the appearance of a spice. Before coming, perhaps no herdsman would think that the wood they used to burn every day could make mutton delicious, and the delicious food was gradually developed in such coincidences.

"Thanks to the great ancestors, thanks to the wise men who have the courage to try." McGonagall sighed in his heart, returned the spice to Leighton, and said with a smile, "very good. This spice will become the most unique symbol of your stewed mutton."

"Hey, hey." Leighton gave a simple and honest smile.

"Your rice." Moore quickly put a bowl of rice in front of MEG.

"Thank you." MEG nodded for me.

"See, father, you still want rice." Amy looked at MEG with a little pride and said.

"Yes, my millet has an extraordinary intuition in eating." MEG nodded with a smile, picked up his chopsticks, took a mouthful of rice, and then put a piece of mutton in his mouth.

Rice with delicious mutton stew, even MEG and Amy, who have already had lunch, still eat very fragrant.

Leighton also specially took a small bowl to serve a bowl of mutton for the ugly duckling to eat alone.

"Meow, meow," the ugly duckling cried happily while eating. This is the first time.

After all... It can only watch Amy's mood when going out.

Before long, the rice and mutton in their bowls almost reached the bottom at the same time.

"Burp ~"

They belched at the same time, then looked at each other and laughed.

"My father, we seem to have too much to eat." Amy winked at MEG.

"Because the mutton is so delicious." MEG nodded with a smile.

"Do you want another bowl?" Leiden rubbed his hands and asked, somewhat flattered.

"No, I can't eat any more." McGonagall waved his hand. If he didn't have lunch, he might consider another bowl, but now he's a little full.

"I'll keep my bowl and eat it next time." Amy said seriously.

"Good, good." Leighton nodded with a smile.

McGonagall took out eight silver coins from his purse and handed them to Leighton. He said, "thank you for your hospitality. The mutton stew is really delicious, and the business will be very prosperous in the future."

"I can't take the money. It's your restaurant, too." Leighton drew back his hand, looked at MEG, and said sincerely, "there's another thing I want to ask you. When I opened a restaurant for the first time, I suddenly faced so many guests. How can I make the guests as satisfied as possible?"

"Only by keeping the original intention can we always keep it." MEG looked at Leiden and said with a smile.