Chapter 1041: Chicken, it’s still amazing.

The werewolf looked at the girls, and some tweaked: "If only women, I..."
"You please stop and stop!" McGonagall quickly raised his hand to stop, this is really a werewolf.
Even if he dares to wear women's clothes... then he doesn't dare to use it. Isn't this a signboard?
It’s not that he doesn’t look at women’s gimmicks, but after all, women’s dresses are as beautiful and natural as Shirley.
The dialogue between the two people also caused a burst of laughter from the audience. The people looked at Meg's eyes with appreciation. The boss is really interesting.
McGonagall looked at the judges and smiled and said: "You have tasted the roast chickens of both of us. Please tell me which roast chicken you think is better."
The eyes of the people also fell to several judges. Although the winners and losers have lost suspense early, the final result has to be said from the mouths of several judges who have personally tasted them.
The elf stood up and looked at Maggie apologetically: "The roast chicken that Mr. McGonagall made is the most delicious roast chicken I have ever eaten. I apologize for my previous words, with your superb cooking. Being able to dominate the food list is definitely a strength. I will line up early tonight, and I will try this delicious chicken again."
"Welcome to come again." Meg smiled and nodded.
Conquering guests with food is the most rewarding feeling.
"Fubin En brothers are also doing very well, but we have to be realistic, the roast chicken made by Mai Bo is really more delicious." Hazel raised his finger to McGonagall.
Hazel cast an encouraging look at the Fubin's brother, then raised his finger to McGonagall.
"Although the wheat boss is not willing to accept me as an employee, but the delicious taste of roast chicken is no way to cover up, you are my favorite!" The werewolf looked at Meg with a deep affection.
There was a chill in the heart of McGonagall, and he resisted the urge to kill the werewolf and looked at the last lady.
"Mr. McGonagall, I am hardworking and capable, and learning anything is fast. Do you want to think about me?" The lady took a professional smirk and blinked at McGonagall.
"Sorry, the restaurant doesn't need to recruit people at the moment." McGonagall smiled helplessly. These people, how do you want to be a waiter for both, are really confusing.
"Although it was sad to be rejected, I can't make a choice that violates my own heart. So, I chose Mr. McGonagall." The lady groaned and said with a sad heart.
"Mr. McGonagall, this matchup, you won, we lost." Fu Binen took the first two steps and looked at McGonagall: "If you have any instructions, let our brothers do it, it can be considered Disciplinary action against our recklessness."
"We just said that we want to have a roast chicken showdown, but we didn't say there was any punishment." McGonagall shook his head with a smile. "And, I did something wrong that day, I changed it to me, I can't swallow it." Tolerance. Today’s showdown, I’m lucky, this is the end of the matter.

McGonagall had a good impression of the orc brothers, and did not intend to dig something from them. After all, this matchup was originally entangled in the system, and both sides were innocent.
At the end of the confrontation, the Mai Mi restaurant has been closed down, and the crowds are also scattered.
However, the former stunned chickens were deeply imprinted in the minds of the people. Many people have made plans in their hearts. They must queue up earlier this evening and taste the chicken. What tastes, there is such a they say.
The girls are savouring the chickens on the side, and they are full of praise. They don’t need any dipping sauce, and they don’t need to add side dishes. The roast chicken itself is an unrivaled food.
"The character of your person is straightforward, I like it. If this is the case, I am even a friend of you." Eugene said with a smile.
Fu Bin En saw Meg's sincere feelings, thought about it, and then did not insist, hesitated for a while, but also braved the courage: "Mr. McGonagall, I wonder if I can give one or two to our roast chicken?"
Eugene also put away a smile and stood by and listened carefully.
Today's matchup, they lost is convinced.
I originally thought that the roast chicken I made was the best in the world, but after I saw the roast chicken of Meg, I realized that my roast chicken was still far away.
Compared with McGonagall, they are like children who are just beginning to learn to walk.
"I can't say it, but I have tasted the roast chicken you made. Some opinions may be heard." McGonagall saw the two people sincerely asking questions, and did not hide, thinking: "The first point, Since you want to do business in the city of chaos, you can't still keep the idea of ​​making roast chicken in the tribe. It is very effective to let more guests accept your roast chicken.

Handle the chicken in advance, then wrap the leaves around the roast chicken and wrap the yellow mud?
Fu Bin En thoughtfully, in the market, their guests are mostly demons and orcs, the biggest reason is This one.

You can say that.
McGonagall nodded and glanced at their yellow-brown soil.
If you use a purer, more viscous loess, you might look better and heat it in the oven. It is also more evenly heated."
Fu Binen and Eugene nod.
"The second point, in addition to being clean, the taste of roast chicken is also very important. Your bite force is stronger than humans and elves, so the taste of roast chicken is somewhat cotton, and many chickens are lost. This is very unfriendly for humans and elves, properly shortening the baking time, making the taste better, and improving the quality of the roast chicken."

The third point is that the distinctive spices can be preserved, but the amount of the chicken is slightly reduced, so that the flavor of the chicken can be balanced with the spice and become delicious. The separation of the two will make the taste unacceptable.

McGon thought about it and nodded. "Just these three points, a little ignorance."
"Teached." Fu Binen bowed deeply toward McGonagall, and his eyes were full of gratitude.
McGonagall said that he was like a slap in the face, found out his own shortcomings, and knew where to start.
And these precious experiences, McGonagall taught him unselfishly, and even moved him.
Eugene reacted slowly and took a slap. He also took a squat and got up and scratched his head: "Doing chicken, it is still very powerful."
"Over-the-counter, over-winning." Meg's face smiled, my heart mmp, this praise, he is really a bit afraid to pick up...
Fubin's brothers packed up their things and left. They have decided to go out of business for a few days and study how to make more delicious roast chicken.
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