Chapter 1010: The host again fired the poison tongue on the chef

I went to the city west market for a morning, and at noon I was going to eat the yellow mud roast chicken made by two orc brothers. This kind of roast chicken with the same style as the chicken is a surprise to McGonagall. . Fiction.
However, it is also limited to practice.
"The fire is too bad, the chicken is dry and the wood is lost, the texture of the chicken itself is lost; the seasoning is too crude, and the spicy black-grey seasoning outside the chicken is what is the ghost thing? What is the operation of the chicken feathers? Although the loess knocked the chicken feathers off, it is quite clean, but this kind of dry cleaning method is really no problem?"
McGonagall silently spit in the heart, after reading the orc's practice, the heart has lost appetite for the roast chicken in his hand.
"What are you talking about!" Just then, the two orcs of the roast chicken looked angry at McGonagall.
The people around him also looked at McGonagall and looked at the lively expression with a bit of it.
McGonagall looked at the two or two-meter-high ornate orcs who snorted and shook their heads: "I didn't say anything?"
He just spit in his heart, can these two guys still read the mind? Meg was a little confused.
"Father, you said that their roast chicken is not good." Amy took a chicken leg and whispered.
"Well?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows. Did he really say it?

"Who are you? Is it to come to the scene of our brothers? This is my ancestral loess roast chicken method, the secret seasoning is even more unique. In our tribe, we are the most Ok, you have to give us a good apology today!" The orc of the left-headed head squeaked his fist and waited for McGonagall to drink.
"Ding!"
"This system detects that the host has again launched a poisonous tongue to the chef, triggering the hidden task: please make a perfect chicken in three days, the system will provide a recipe for the chicken and experience package, but this time will not provide the kitchen Trial field opportunity!"
"The mission is successful, the host will get a chance to enter the big turntable, and the opportunity to accumulate two big turntables can be designated to get a recipe. If the mission fails, the physical fitness point will be deducted 0.5 and the chef will apologize!"
Just then, the sound of the system sounded in the mind of McGonagall.
"The trough! System, you pit me!"
McGonagall raised his eyebrows. He understood it. Most of the time, the system deliberately expanded his thoughts. As a result, he just turned into a direct statement in his heart. This is equivalent to signing in front of others. !
Even if he was in the past, he rarely did things like face-to-face signboards. After all, if there was a conflict, those guys who cursed him every day, maybe rushed out of the kitchen with a knife, his tens of millions of blacks. Powder can't protect him.
So he usually goes back and sends a microblogging spit.
However, he did not panic too much. After all, the two orcs were only two levels of strength, but they were ordinary orcs, and Amy could play ten.
However, McGonagall is a civilized person after all. If the chickens are not doing well, it is not enough skill, and it is impossible to fight and kill because of such small things.
However, this chicken does not work well.
Since the system has been expanded, and the dog mission has been released, there is no need for Meg to hide. He took a step forward in front of Amy’s fireball and smiled and said: "I bought it. You roast chicken, naturally it is a guest, you roast chicken is not good to eat, it is not for you to have the final say, it is the customer tasted, have their own judgment. I said what I said, it is me to taste The feeling after your roast chicken."
"What you are doing is buying and selling, not the livelihood of the robbery, but also let others tell the truth?"
The onlookers nodded, although the words of McGonagall had passed, but what he said was not unreasonable. If it was decided by the seller, wouldn’t it be a joke?
The orc looked at McGon’s unhurried appearance, and the momentum was weak. It was a city of chaos after all. Unlike their tribes, they were dissatisfied and beaten, and naturally they were convinced.
However, their brothers lived on this loess roast chicken, so they were swear by the people, and they were naturally unhappy. If they didn't ask for a statement, let McGhee weakly recognize the mistake, and the reputation would not work.
On the side of the orc, he picked up his sleeves and walked out. He looked at McGonagall with a pair of bulls-eyes: "Bastard, you are deliberately pouring dirty water on us! In the city of chaos, you may find a second. Just a delicious roast chicken than we did? I think you are itchy and want to find a fight, it’s a man, you will come to me with a duel, seeing that I don’t tear you off this nonsense mouth!

"Eu Jin, don't be impulsive." The orc Fubin, who was on the side, reached out and stopped the orc. His brother's temper was a bit of a rush, and he was excited.
McGonagall didn't talk, and Amy on the side was looking at Eugene: "Fighting? Good, good! Father's adult hit you, it's a bit bully, it's better for us to fight, I I like to fight! As long as you don't say that I am bullying, I will do it."
Everyone looked at Amy, his eyes were bright, silver hair, big blue eyes, delicate face like a carved, wearing a rabbit hat on his head and holding a chicken leg in his hand. It looks so cute!
But the little guy hasn’t been as tall as the orc’s waist, and she has to fight for her father? And also said that the orcs should not think that she is bullying?
Although the tone is not small, but the look of the enlarged words is still cute and burst.
There is also a smile on Meg's mouth. Amy's words are not big words. The little guys now have five levels of strength. If they really fight, they are really a little bully.
Eugene stared at Amy for a moment, his mouth pumped and looked up at Meg. "Are you so embarrassed? Putting such a cute little guy out as a shield, what is it? Fight, I don't fight women and children!"
"It's quite principled." McGonagall was a little bit smirking, but the principle of the big brother was to leave a face for himself, or he would be hit by a four-year-old girl.
"I am here to play, not to fight, I am also a chef. I have not kept my mouth shut for a while. I am offended. But since I have already said it, I will not take it back. This is indeed what I have tasted. After the dish, if you feel uncomfortable, you can bring your things to me at the McMee Restaurant in Aden Square in three days.
McGonagall looked at Fu Bineng:
Chef, there is a chef’s way of confrontation, Then we will have a showdown of roast chicken." -
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