Chapter 1038： Will this boss do roast chicken?

"Fubin brothers roast chicken? Why are you here?"

Hazel and Harvey heard some surprises and looked back. Seeing Fu Bin and Yuri are a bit surprised.

After some conversations with the orc language, the two sides figured out the situation.

It turned out that this Fu Bin En and Yuri are the haggs of their tribes, and they are quite familiar with them. I didn't expect to meet them here.

"You have to challenge the boss of Mai? Courage is commendable." Ha has opened his mouth and has no idea what to say about these two little brothers.

Although their roast chickens are indeed the best in the tribe, but they are more culinary than the wheat boss, isn't this looking for abuse?

McGonagall is also somewhat surprised.

"Hello, he said that our roast chicken is not as good as he did, our brother is not convinced, so I plan to have a roast chicken showdown with him!" Yuri nodded his head, his eyes full of victory and defeat.

"Mae boss, this is the little brother of our tribe, I have never seen anything in the world, but since he wants to compare with you, then you are not polite, are you not two judges? Our brothers just have not had lunch yet. Or let us be a judge? If you can't say good things, but you can't eat them, you still know them." Had looked at McGonagall.

"Okay, then let's fix it." McGonagall nodded. Although the relationship was complicated, Harlan's words were no problem. The downfalls have already been set up. It is obviously impossible to fight.

McGonagall turned into the door, and soon Mia and others helped carry a small oven and kitchen utensils to go out, and also set aside the door at the restaurant.

Everything is ready, McGonagall looks at Fubin and Eugene, who are also already in the open position: "Get started. Good." Eugene nodded, took a live chicken from the bag, twisted his neck, and the chicken immediately No movement, then began to bleed, open the belly, after simple treatment, put a packet of spices into the chicken belly, without removing the hair, directly wrapped in a layer of mud, and then wrapped a thick layer of clay on the outside, put Start roasting in the simple oven.

The whole process reveals a simple and rough taste. Because of the skillful movement, it also makes the onlookers look a bit stunned.

On the other hand, there is something wrong with McGonagall.

The three yellow chickens have just been washed, washed with a layer of spices and spices, and filled with a lot of spices in the stomach. This is wrapped with a green lotus leaf and wrapped with cotton. Then, wrap a layer of yellow mud outside the lotus leaf.

This yellow mud looks cleaner and more delicate than the yellow brown mud of the orc brothers. It is evenly applied to the outside of the lotus leaf. It looks like an oval large egg with a smooth surface.

“The approach looks very similar, but the owner of the Mimi restaurant seems to be a lot more comfortable. I don’t have to go to the chicken. I can’t eat it.”

"Yeah, wrapped in mud directly, it looks a little scary. Is this mud really clean?"

“The yellow mud of the restaurant owner looks very advanced. My dad is a pottery bowl. The mud he uses is not as good as this.”

The onlookers whispered, although the practice was similar, they could look at the production process on both sides, and the mind had gradually expected.

"Brother, how did he pull out the chicken feathers? Also wrap the chicken with the leaves? The roast chicken that comes out of this way has no soul." Eugene whispered and Fubin.

"But you can listen to what the guests said. They seem to prefer the roast chicken like this." Fu Binen shook his head and thought about it.

"No, ah..." Eugene also heard the whispers of the guests, and it felt incredible.

Everyone in the Mimi restaurant looked at it and whispered to McGonagall.

"Chicken... eggs!"

Gina looked at the chicken that was placed in the oven by Meg, and her eyes sparkled. This is Landist's hope. It turned out that this is not a natural egg, but Mr. McGonagall made it.

"The roast chicken wrapped in yellow mud is completely different from the roast duck. The boss is really breaking through himself every time. It is really amazing!" Mia looked at McGonagamy with a look of respect.

"Okay... delicious!" Gina erected a thumb as the only person who had tasted the chicken at the scene.

McGonagall put the roast chicken in the oven, and both sides waited quietly, waiting for the roast chicken to come out.

The excitement here is also attracting a lot of pedestrians. The Mai Mi restaurant has just made a big splash on the food list. The news of the restaurant owner’s confrontation has spread, and many restaurant owners have come. I want to see this wheat. The owner of the rice restaurant is really capable of this list.

The beggar chicken is still roasting in the oven, and the onlookers have surrounded the three floors.

In order to improve the efficiency of roast chicken, Fu Bin En also just changed a magic oven, although the fire is difficult to control some, but the baking efficiency is indeed much higher, the firepower is opened to the maximum, can be baked in twenty minutes roast chicken.

"Okay, it's out!"

Fu Binen took the time to shut down the heating of the stove, unscrew the furnace cover, and a hot air came over.

Eugene took an iron sign to the stove, and a roast chicken was smashed out of the oven. The smell of the roast chicken rushed out of the crack, making the eyes of the people around.

Surrounded by the guests who had not eaten at noon, they were rushed by the scent, and they screamed one by one. They looked at the group of brown-colored earthen bags, which was a little hungry.

"This method of roasting chicken is really strange. I don't know which restaurant these two chefs are. I have time to try it."

Many of the guests are also bright-eyed, and have already agreed to have time to try them.

"Would you like to be with you?" Fu Binen asked as he looked at McGonagall.

"No, the roast chicken that was just baked is the most delicious, and I have to wait a little longer." McGonagall shook his head, which he didn't want to take.

Freshly baked chicken and cold-roasted chicken are simply two kinds of food.

"Okay." Fu Binen nodded, took a sharp piece of wood from the side, pierced it in the place where the previous Eugene iron was tied, and then picked it out, and a layer of mud shell peeled off with chicken feathers. The scent of the roast chicken suddenly overflowed.

Eugene handed a plate, Fu Binen put the roast chicken with the perfect removal of the mud shell on the plate, the red-red roast chicken was dry, and the chicken feathers were not left. The smell of the roast chicken alone was quite rich. Let many people pick up their toes and look at them.

"It's so sweet! I didn't expect the chicken to roast such a scent."

"I have some regrets that I just didn't stand up as a judge!"

"On today's list, there is no such thing as a roast chicken on the list. Is this boss going to make roast chicken?"

The guests whispered and watched the roast chicken in front of Fu Binen swallowing.

Fu Binen took a knife, made a few strokes on the roast chicken, put the chicken in different dishes, and then gave the five judges who had already been seated.

"Please taste."

Fu Binen’s face showed a smile of confidence.

Roast chicken, but he has grown big since childhood.