Chapter 1170: Please taste

The fat head fish struggled in the hands of McGonagall, and the iron-clad head ran wildly, trying to break free from McGonagall's hands.
But McGonagall's hands were like a pair of iron tongs, and they were forced to hold it. When they struggled, they picked up the black sword and raised their swords. The fat fish on the second body was split into two from the middle.
"This knife method." Originally for a forging weapon, a chef used to kill fish and some tangled Roma eyes brightened, clean and clean knife, the three-level big fish was cut into two halves, flat The incision, almost no difference between the two fish, the internal organs are evenly distributed on both sides, without any damage.
Even the masters of all ethnic groups who are outside the store on weekdays, let them shoot, I am afraid I can't do this.
The internal organs were removed, the long swords were turned over, and the fine scales flew down. In a blink of an eye, a whole fish had become a fish head that was evenly divided into two halves on the plate.
The fishtail was cut by McGonagall because the fat fish was very short and the meat was very fat, so there was still a piece of fish under the head of the fish. The utilization rate of the whole fish was very high.
"This is probably the fat head fish that was born for the head of the pepper?" McGonagall glanced at the small fish tail in his hand, put it on a bamboo strip, and put it directly on the fire. This is the ugly duckling. Dinner.
Remove the fish gills, draw a few flower knives on the fish, then add seasonings such as cooking wine, pepper, salt, etc., and then marinate them.
Remove the marinated peppers and that were purchased directly from the system from the bag, smash them on the chopping board that comes with them, then pour in a little cooking wine and put them in a small dish.
Ginger slices, cut green onions, spread on the bottom of the flat bowl, then place the marinated fish head on top and spread the bright red pepper on the fish head.
A steamer was placed on the fire, and the water in the pot was hit from a well not far away.
The fire quickly boiled the pot, and McGonagall put the fish plate in the steamer, covered the lid, and let the fish steam in the pot. Then just wait for the pot to wait.
Roma didn't know when he got to the fire, and he looked at McGonagall with some surprise.
He has never been a person who cooks himself. He is used to having a large piece of meat in the pub, and he has never been so serious and close to see others cooking.
Unlike his imaginary chef's cooking is rough and simple, McGonagall's focus on cooking is better than the excellent forgeman he's seen. He is calm and confident, and his movements are so flowing that he sees some of his own shadows.
His focus on the appearance, so that others can not help but shut up, for fear of disturbing his wonderful performance.
McGonagall turned over the fishtail and looked up. Some of the accidents, Roma came to the fire and smiled. "Mr. Roma, please wait a moment, it will take some time to get out of the pot."
"Yeah." Rom coughed a little to cover up his own sorrowful sorrow. Although he didn't think he would lose this gamble, it was up to him to judge whether the dish was suitable for him.
On the open space in front of the corner forging workshop, the old dwarf old man, the young chef, the young half-elf surrounded by the fire, waiting for the pot of the fish head.
The ugly duckling looked up at the fish tail with his head and eyes, subconsciously swallowed, and the smell of the grilled fish began to emanate, which made the cat addicted.
McGonagall picked up the bamboo stick and made a turn to confirm that the fish tail had been baked, and he was ready to pick it up and eat it for the ugly duckling.
"My father, let me try the taste for the ugly duckling." Amy came forward and looked at her face for love.
"Hey!" The ugly duckling quickly shook his head at McGonagall.
There was a smile on Meg's face. The little guy was really greedy. Even the ugly duckling's rations were not let go. Looking at the small fishtail in his hand, he took a small piece and handed it to Amy, then left the rest. They were all placed in front of the ugly duckling.
"喵呜~"
The ugly duckling gratefully yelled at McGonagall, picked up the fish tail and slammed the big tree next to it, sitting on the tree raft and eating his own dinner.
The bud rice put the fish in the mouth, chewed it, and the eyes screamed: "Although there is no salt, it is still delicious."
Then her eyes looked at the ugly duckling sitting on the tree raft.
Seems to feel Amy's gaze, the ugly duckling slowly turned around, with her against her, pretending not to see.
"Well, that's the dinner of the ugly duckling, let it be delicious, the road is not easy." McGonagall said with a smile, took a bag of rice flour from the bag and set it aside, watching the white misty steamer .
"Fat you." Amy looked at the ugly duckling and looked at the steamer.
Steam for about ten minutes, Maige took the steamer, took out the fish head, sprinkled with green chopped green onion, topped with a spoonful of oyster sauce, burned hot oil and poured it on top.
呲
The sound of the sound is loud, the hot pepper is covered with fish heads, the oil drops are jumping, and the hidden delicious taste is ignited at this moment.
The flaming red pepper is covered with white tender fish head meat, and the hot scent comes from the surface.
"Oh." Rom's throat rolled a little, and the fire shone on the wrinkled face, revealing a hint of surprise, with a shimmer in his eyes.
"What a wonderful fragrance, is this really the smell of fish? The warm feeling comes from the pavement, people want to avoid, but can't help but go forward, it's amazing..." Rom looked incredulously. With the head of the pepper, the heart has already had a stormy wave.
The stomach was called uncontrollably, leaving him with a red face.
McGonagall's mouth swelled in a curve, his stomach screamed, and everything was easy. He re-erected the pot on the fire and changed a pot of water.
"Master Roma, please sit here, there is only one fish to entertain tonight." McGonagall took the fish head and walked to the side of the simple table and chairs that the old people used to sunbathe, and put down the fish head to invite.
Amy is already trotting over, climbing up the chair and sitting down.
"Since I have promised to bet, then I will take a bite." Roma thought in his heart and walked toward the small table.
"Please taste." McGonagall handed a pair of chopsticks to Roma.
Rom took the chopsticks, glanced at the McGonagall, and then picked up a piece of pepper and fed it into his mouth.
"No..." McGonagall wants to stop it too late.
"Well!!!"
Roma's face suddenly rose red, the hot and sour taste broke out on the tip of the tongue, the whole tongue almost did not belong to him, the hot feeling spread from the tip of the tongue to the body, the cold around it suddenly disappeared, the fine sweat Appeared on the forehead.
"Call~"
Roma vomited and the pepper went down and it felt like the whole person was transparent.
"It should be right to eat fish." McGonagall had time to say the words behind.