Chapter 147： Grandpa, your family really can't compare (please subscribe! ask for a monthly ticket!)

"If the host needs it, the system can help to develop the latest self-destruct device, which can automatically identify the other party's intentions. If it recognizes abnormal eating intentions, it can destroy itself." The system's voice suddenly jumped out.

"How much is it?" McGonagall was a bit curious.

"The batch can be 10 gold coins." The system was silent for a while, said.

"Roll!" McGonagall rolled his eyes and stepped into the kitchen.

A meat folder, Laozi, only sells three gold coins!

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"Your Yangzhou fried rice." Yabei Mia put the first Yangzhou fried rice in front of Weisenio, smiling, this guest is a bit pitiful, in the morning at the door hungry to McGonagall, pale It looks like it is really starving.

"Thank you." Weisenio’s head did not lift his head and said that his eyes were completely attracted by the Yangzhou fried rice in front of him. Although he saw others eating in the morning, at that time, he didn’t wake up, so I didn't pay much attention to it, but now I look at such a colorful, delicious and tempting food in front of me. I haven't couldn't help but swallow.

Yabei Mia was carrying Yangzhou fried rice all the way. The seductive scent attracted a lot of attention. The restaurant owner who just happened to be at the door of the restaurant even stared at the fried rice in front of Weisenio, one by one. eye.

"What is this? Why do you want to cut all the ingredients so much that you don't have a bit of chewyness and can't eat anything?" Andrew frowned, his pork chops have always been famous for their large size. Aden Square, ranked 18th in the Aden Square food list, half of which is based on the weight of the weight, every time he looks at the guests holding the big pork chops happy, he has a kind of recognized Happy feeling.

“The scent of eggs and the taste of other ingredients are perfectly combined. It’s so tempting. Is this the size of the rice wrapped in the egg? But the rice is so small, how does he make each one evenly Wrapped in rice?" Bernice's eyes lit up, but also had a lot of doubts.

Her restaurant's dishes have a place on the Aden Square, and the signature dishes are ranked 13th on the food list. They are good at using the ingredients themselves. All of them know how to cut all the ingredients into rice. Knife.

“The ingredients are bright and bright, and they are all fine ingredients. But is he putting all these ingredients together and frying them? Adding oil and seasonings? Is the food made by such cooking methods really good? Every guest The tastes are different, so that the behavior of determining the taste of the food without asking for advice will not disappoint the guests?" Miles frowned.

The restaurant that his family likes most is to be able to make foods that suit them according to their tastes. Although for this reason the restaurant does not have any representative food, it also has a group of regular customers and good business.

However, although there are doubts in the hearts of the people, this will be silent and not talking. It is a bad behavior to comment on the dishes in other people's restaurants. It can be regarded as a slap in the face. As a chef, this is still very important.

"Well?" Seems to feel the bet from the side beside, Wissenho suddenly looked up and looked at the uncles who had been inspected, and reached out and moved the fried rice to his body. Some helpless. : "Uncle, big sister... Can you not stare at me like this, so I will panic."

"Don't panic, let's see, we won't grab it." Andrew said with a smirk, a fat man trembled and deterred.

"Then you are free." Wissenho regained his gaze. This one can hold down the adult man of a grown-up pig. He didn't comfort him at all, but his stomach is now screaming, but he still can't hold back. The spoon, a spoonful of Yangzhou fried rice was fed into the mouth.

"Delicious!"

Wissenho’s eyes suddenly brightened, feeling the spread of delicious food in his mouth, and the taste of various ingredients mixed together was so special and delicious, which made him a little intoxicated.

After swallowing, it is turned into a warm current and slides down the throat. The depleted cells seem to be slowly waking up, like the spring rain, the land that has been dry for a long time, gentle and comfortable, and the fatigue in the body suddenly disappears. The pale face was renewed with a trace of blood, and even the strength of the hand recovered.

"It's really effective! Even faster than those remedies, and the taste is so delicious, it's no wonder that my wife won't stop in the morning!" Visenho's eyes are wide, full of surprises in front of him. Yangzhou fried rice, another spoonful of feeding into the mouth, chewing cheerfully, a spoonful of a spoonful, can not stop, completely devoted to the fried rice in front of him, his face full of happy smile, completely ignored The people on the side of the crowd.

"Hey."

From the beginning to the end, everyone who had been staring at Visenio couldn’t help but swallow.

“Is it so delicious?”

Everyone in the heart drifted through this idea at the same time, but looking at the Yangzhou fried rice that has been reduced under the spoon of Weisenio, some people can't move their eyes. Those who haven't eaten can only make up the taste in the brain. The more hungry.

As the dishes came up, the air began to wander with the flavour of the meat and the fried rice of Yangzhou, and the guests waiting in line to order the meal began to have some commotion.

However, the half-dragon waiter ordered food and served in the order of entering the restaurant from start to finish. No one even made a mistake, and the face always had a smile that made people feel comfortable. There was nothing to say to the waiting guests. of.

"What is this again?" The gaze of the visiting group was to look at the meat folder that had just been picked up by the guests at the table next to it.

"Isn't there a piece of meat sandwiched between two cakes? Or is it smashed, is it so delicious?" Andrew is even more puzzled. If Yangzhou fried rice can be said to be delicate, then the mix of meat and meat should not be tasted. Will it be weird?

"This meat is very special. Have you ever done this kind of meat?" Bernice couldn't help but whispered, the fragrance was more impactful than the previous Yangzhou fried rice, and it suddenly evoked appetite.

As a guest, this may just be thinking about eating as soon as possible, but as a restaurant owner and chef, what I care about is how the meat of this appetite is actually made.

"The taste of fried pork chops is not like this." Andrew shook his head.

"No, it’s not baked." The old lady behind shook her head.

"It’s not even boiled." Miles also frowned.

“How do you feel that this boss is cooking in a completely different way of cooking? Are these all innovative?” Uncle Bald couldn’t help but spit.

“Oh, innovation? In the past few years, the restaurant has wanted to play more innovative chefs. In the end, the restaurant has been closed down. I think this boss is just playing, now these guests feel novelty to join, and then some days. It is estimated that no one wants to eat." Bishop sneered coldly and looked a little disdainful.

The guest sitting next to him heard the conversation of everyone, looked up and saw the sharp, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and snorted: "Grandpa, you are saying this, Mai Bo, this meat clip is delicious, I haven’t eaten the little onion cake in your house. It’s really no match with this one.”