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

"I'll look for some wild fruits." Evan skilfully jumped out of the carriage, and then swept away towards the mountains and woods. He soon disappeared in the sight of the public. Obviously, he didn't want to eat what McGonagall made. At that moment, he felt palpitating and subconsciously wanted to stay away from McGonagall.

McGonagall didn't have a problem with it. He didn't want to cook for them, but now it's just what he wanted.

After bleeding the bison, aimag suddenly remembered something. He looked at Sam and said, "brother Sam, you are familiar with this area. Can you get me a bamboo tree? I'll cut it into bamboo sticks and use it to roast beef kebabs."

"It's easy. I'll get it for you." Sam nodded, turned and climbed to the side of the mountain.

"Roast beef kebab? Brother McGonagall, this beef needs to be eaten in a big mouthful. If it's made into a string, will it seem too stingy? " Dennis came up and said, a little worried.

"If one string is not enough, eat more. Such a big bison must be enough." McGonagall said with a smile. The butcher's knife in his hand skips and disassembles the buffalo flexibly. The blade glides over the beef, but it doesn't touch the bone of the beef. It's a pleasant move.

"It's a very powerful knife craftsman. I'm afraid it's impossible to train such a knife craftsman without years of hard work?" Shevel looked at McGonagall's skillful movements and couldn't help exclaiming. McGonagall's attentive expression also made her feel a little distracted. In his body, she seemed to see someone's shadow, constantly turning up her deep memory.

The mercenaries around them also expressed admiration. In terms of strength, McGonagall may not be as good as them, but this delicate and skilled swordsman is really skillful, and his control over swords is too strong.

"My father, can Xiaomi also eat many bunches?" Amy asked, looking up at MEG expectantly.

"Well, Xiaomi can eat as much as he wants." McGonagall looked at Amy and nodded.

After processing the beef, MEG estimated the amount of people's food. Besides all the beef, he cut two large pieces of sirloin, cleaned it with mountain spring, and then took all kinds of seasonings and spices from his backpack, even a folding grill plate.

McGonagall bargained with the system when he was on the road to buy it. In the field, you can get anything from local sources, but you must pay attention to the grill plate, otherwise it's smoky and hot, and it's hard to control the temperature, which will greatly affect the quality of the barbecue.

"Brother McGonagall, the other mercenaries come out to do the task with light clothes. They are carrying life-saving things with them. You... Come out of the kitchen on your back." Denis make complaints about Meg's place, and cannot help but Tucao.

"With children, there must be more to be prepared." Meg said with a natural expression. He opened the kettle and poured Amy a glass of water. Then he took some spring water to the ugly duckling and began to marinate the beef in a large paper bag.

"Brother McGonagall is really a good father. My little boy is about the same age as my little girl. He's going to follow me to the wilderness every day, but I haven't brought him out once." Scott gave McGonagall a thumbs up look of emotion.

"When he grows up, he will know that brother Scott is a good father." McGonagall stopped, looked up at Scott and said with a smile, after all, no one's children are all level Four magicians. Take them to the wilderness, don't you take them to the fire pit.

"I hope so." There was a smile on Scott's face, too.

McGonagall began to prepare roast beef step by step. The mercenaries sat on the ground chatting and were surprised to see McGonagall sitting and preparing roast beef in a way they had never seen before. The complexity of the process made these mercenaries, who usually served dry food outside, feel a little confused.

After all, they usually barbecue by themselves, that is, they brush some oil casually, then directly put it on the fire to roast, and sprinkle some salt when it's almost cooked. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's accidentally scorched, but for them, the taste is not the most important. In the wilderness, safety and efficiency are the key.

If you have to be as fastidious as Meg every time, you will have no time to do the task. However, it is rare to enjoy the food cooked by a professional chef in the wilderness, which also makes people look forward to it.

Sam soon came back with a big green bamboo. At Meg's request, the bamboo was cut into bamboo sticks, with pickled beef and mink. The wood was burned to charcoal. All the sticks were picked out and put into a stone oven and put on the grill.

The mercenaries stopped talking and stared at McGonagall. It was like watching a wonderful performance when he was cooking. Every step was pleasing to the eye. Although they could not understand why a simple barbecue needs to be subdivided into so many steps, they could not help but look forward to the delicacy of the roast beef kebab.

"It's flowery. The beef kebab made in this way is definitely not delicious." Sitting in the carriage, EVA took a look at Meg's back, took a bite of the coarse grain cake in her hand, and then took a big mouthful of water to swallow the hard dry cake, thinking firmly in her heart.

Evan flew back with a few oranges in his hand and landed on the carriage again. He handed two oranges to EVA and said with a smile, "EVA, eat, fresh oranges."

"Thank you, master Evan." EVA's surprise hands took the orange, holding it carefully in front of her chest, as if she had got a very precious thing.

"You're welcome." Evan's eyes flashed a trace of disgust, but he still kept a smile on his face. He looked at McGonagall, who was surrounded by the crowd, frowning slightly, and his eyes fell on shiver, who was looking forward to him. His forehead was blue, and he clenched his fist.

When everything was ready, MEG reached out to test the temperature, grabbed a bunch of Beef Kebabs from his hand and put them on the grill.

When the beef is put on the hot grill, it makes a "Yi" sound. The red charcoal fire provides the heat. The beef covered with snowflake like fat quickly changes color. The snowflakes become crystal clear, and the oily flowers come out. There is a faint smell of beef floating in the air, and it is becoming rich.

The mercenary's eyes gradually brightened, and they couldn't help sniffing deeply.

McGonagall skillfully turned over more than 20 strings of barbecued meat on the grill at the same time, and when it was about seven years old, he picked up the brush to brush the sauce on the surface of the beef.

The sauce is like a catalytic bomb, which makes the already strong flavor of beef break out in an instant. The flavor of beef mixed with spice diffuses around.

"How fragrant Dennis looked at the beef kebab on the grill with an incredible look on his face.

"It's so tempting. Is this really the flavor of roast beef?" Shiver took a deep sniff, and his face was intoxicated.

"The smell... How could it be!" Evan and EVA also looked at McGonagall's hand at the same time, looking unbelievable.