Chapter 1529： No! To shut up! not me!

The oven door opened and the spicy and spicy scent overflowed with the kitchen.

"smell good!"

The eyes of the chefs in the kitchen suddenly brightened.

"Smell the spicy taste, but it is a scent that can't resist. I didn't expect a fish to be put into this square container for a while, and the scent turned out to be so full. What kind of artifact is this?!"

“Is this a grilled fish? But why not see the grill and charcoal fire? How did the fish be baked? And how did the flavor become so rich and delicious?”

"Hey."

The smell of the grilled fish drifted away, and suddenly caused a burst of sigh and amazement.

This scent is so unbearable that even old chefs who have been in the kitchen for decades can't resist it.

Of course, what surprised them even more was McGonagall's cooking method, and it completely subverted their scent of grilled fish, which is so aggressive.

"This scent..." Heyman was surprised, looking at McGonagall's back with a look of relief, and whispered in his heart: "Sure enough, it is a man who can win the best chef at the Los Angeles King's Palace feast. ""

"Put it over first." McGonagall took the grilled fish out of the oven and placed it on the prepared charcoal stove. The vegetarian dishes and hot pot powder were laid on the bottom and baked on the stove for a while. It can make the grilled fish more flavorful, and the vegetarian dish is the essential taste of grilled fish.

Looking at the grilled fish that was hot on the stove, many orc chefs on the scene had swallowed many salivas.

“It looks like grilled fish, but why do grilled fish have soup? Shouldn't the grilled fish be as dry as possible?” A chef whispered, his face was full of puzzles.

“Hey, this is an unprofessional grilled fish. The real grilled fish is to be bitten and crisp, full of coke, and the fish of this soup is not worthy of being called grilled fish.” A fat old man The chef grinned and dismissed him. He was the master of the big fish in the kitchen.

His words immediately caused the conformity and recognition of many orc chefs, which is not in line with their perception.

McGonagall went to the stove and fired, and began to fry the fish and eggplant.

This dish is the easiest thing to do in the dishes tonight. The spices are stir-fried in the wok, and the overflowing scent quickly pulls the chefs' eyes.

Cooking is not common in this world. Humans are used to stewing food, while orcs prefer to roast.

Cut the dish so delicate, and then put it into a strange iron pot to stir fry, many chefs on the scene are still seeing for the first time.

What made them even more stunned was that they couldn't tell what kind of spices Meg had put in the pot, and the musk was rich, but it did not lose the previous grilled fish.

The eggplant was fried in a pot. Not long after, the soft-fried eggplant was wrapped in a layer of red and bright juice, which was served on a plate and was full of color.

Handing the fish-flavored eggplant to Mia, McGonagall turned the fire in the high-pressure cooker off the side, decompressed with a key, and poured the braised pork in the pan into the black stone pot.

The rich musk overflows, the smell of pork is familiar to the orcs, but no one has ever made the smell of pork so tempting.

"My Scorpio... I don't know what he is doing, but I have never seen such a tempting food in my life." A younger chef swallowed and couldn't help but whisper.

"The scent is so tempting, the taste is definitely not bad. This is what Master taught me." A primary school student points his head to the road.

"No! Shut up! Not me!" A middle-aged chef behind him blushes.

Although I don't want to admit it, it is full of the scent of the No. 1 kitchen, and it has changed many of the lively orc chefs to change their views on McGonagall.

As a chef, it is natural to understand how difficult it is to have such a tempting scent. It is inevitable that there is no bad food in the food with such scent.

Everyone looked at McGonagall's eyes a bit complicated. A young chef with a lot of auras and names, a chef invited by the chieftain to host the dinner, was the man in front of him.

Even a regular dinner has made such a delicious and tempting food.

Remove the golden red chicken called the chicken in the oven and put it on the tray. Mia takes out the small hammer that he carries with him, and gently taps it in the center of the mud shell. The fine cracks are filled all over the moment. The eggshells, then spread out in the sound of a clear squeak, like a lotus flower, revealing the golden chicken that is roasted in it.

“The mud and chicken are perfectly separated, like an eggshell. I didn’t expect this world to have such a roast chicken method!”

"I didn't expect to roast chicken with yellow mud so delicious. I have to try it back."

“Every dish has a different scent, but it’s all equally enticing... is this guy too cute?”

The scent of the roast chicken spread and it caused another commotion.

The doubt has gradually disappeared, even if it is a veteran master, surrounded by such a seductive fragrance, there is really no arrogance to say anything provocative.

“Hyman’s supervisor has had dinner? Do you want to eat together?” Meg asked as Heman, standing and sneaking in the water, smiled.

"Today is too busy, I only found out that I haven't eaten late... Hey." Haiman grinned and smiled a little. "If you don't have dinner, you are hungry. If Mr. McGonagall and If the ladies don't mind, then I will have a thick face and eat a little."

"Uncle Sea Bass, you have to say it, say it is delicious, just eat it, don't eat too much, or we will have to go hungry." Amy looked at Heyman seriously. Said, the little face still has some concerns.

"I am Heyman, not a sea bream..." Heyman corrected some of his sorrows and sorrows. He had heard about the cute little ancestor who was harmless to humans and animals. The **** of fire and the baby apprentice of the Frost Lord, genius The magical girl, the honor of identity, is far above him.

Even the Fakkers are not willing to bear the anger of the two legendary magicians.

"Well, I will restrain." Heyman nodded seriously. He actually had dinner. He only blamed the scent for being too tempting, without leaving the Fak tribe to taste the cooking of McGonagall. It is too precious, even if it is only one bite for each dish, he does not want to miss this opportunity.

There is a set of tables and chairs in the corner of the No. 1 kitchen. Meg is too lazy to take the dishes to the restaurant to eat. Simply eat it in the kitchen.

The crowd sat around the table, and Heyman took a small stool and carefully sat down at the corner of the table.

"Open the meal." McGonagall picked up the bowl and took a sip of steamed white rice. He felt the softer rice in his mouth, the more chewy and sweet, and the mood was happy.

"This grilled fish..." Heyman picked up the chopsticks and stared at the grilled fish in the pot.

The eyes of the chefs have also fallen on Hayman's body, the color is already full, but this taste is how to look at how Hayman's tasting is.

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