Chapter 1171: Crazy chopped fish head (first more for a monthly ticket!)

A bite of pepper into the stomach, Roma feels that the whole person is transparent, the hot tongue gradually recovers, the hot and sour taste is special.
McGonagall peeled the fiery red pepper with chopsticks, revealing the white tender fish head below, indicating that Rom said: "This is the fish head."
"Of course I know this is a fish head. I just just tasted it first." Rom calmly said, then held a piece of fish with a chopstick and fed it into his mouth.
The hot and sour taste of the pepper first bloomed. He had already eaten a piece of pepper, so he didn't feel awkward and unacceptable. The slightly weak taste made him more able to taste the taste.
Soft fish head meat, fat but not greasy, delicious and delicious.
Steamed unique cooking method, the fish head is firmly locked in the meat, and the hot and sour taste of the pepper has completely penetrated the whole fish head from top to bottom, and the delicious taste blooms from the inside out.
This is really delicious!
Rom felt that a fireball exploded in his mind and turned into a beautiful fireworks. The scalp was slightly numb, and it was very wonderful.
In the vagueness, he suddenly remembered something.
The day before yesterday, he made a temper for the two disciples for no reason, and then drank the water that had passed through.
At noon yesterday, he tried to fight the sword that had been put for more than a year. After a few hammers, he fell asleep with a hammer. After waking up, he forgot what he wanted to do, and then directed at the two apprentices. The temper.
......
One thing that he forgot was flashed in his mind.
The scalp was slightly numb, but he felt that his brain was getting clearer and clearer, as if a layer of fog was gradually being opened.
"Is that life is so bad?" Roma looked at the pictures with some frustration. He hadn't looked at his behavior for a long time. From the time he forgot about what happened yesterday, he began to become irritable. Suspicious, daily to drink, use anger to cover up his wolverine, maintain his identity as a forging master.
A sip of fish, he almost reviewed the life of the past month.
Can only be described as bad.
This is not the first time he has been strict with his words and deeds and his skills.
Roma’s mood is very complicated. He never thought that he would become such a person one day.
"But why do I suddenly think of these things?" Roma suddenly glanced, although these are things that happened to him, but two years ago, he has often forgotten what happened before, and just He recalled the things that he had forgotten in the past month.
"Don't..." Rom opened his eyes and looked at the head of the pepper in the big plate in front of him. He just had a bite of fish. Is it related to the fish head?
With a skeptical attitude, Roma picked up a piece of fish head and fed it into his mouth.
The smooth and delicious taste is still raging in the mouth, but Roma's attention is not here, the feeling of scalp tingling continues, more pictures appear in his mind, and the timeline is constantly moving backwards.
His eyes grew bigger and his coherent memories appeared again in his mind, and it was so clear.
The thing that has been lost for two years has come back at this moment, and this feeling has exceeded everything for him.
"This fish can make my mind clear and make the memory coherent." The fish swallowed, and Roma looked at the fish head with a look of surprise, and even the voice was a little trembling.
"There is still this effect?" McGonagall is also a little surprised. It seems that this fat-headed fish does not have a big head and a big head, but it is so excited to see Roma master. Has he been troubled by his mind before?
Rom carefully put a piece of fish in his mouth and carefully felt the raging feeling on the tip of his tongue, and then accepted the gift of memory.
The idea of ​​eating only one bite has been completely thrown into the back of his mind, whether it is the ultimate delicious taste of the fish head, or the magical discovery that memories are constantly backtracking, and he is all immersed in it.
"It looks like the grandfather likes it very much, then I have to taste it too." Amy held a small bowl and stretched her small hand and put a piece of fish from the plate into a small bowl, then took a bite and took a bite.
"Wow!" Amy’s eyes lit up, the hot and sour fish, soft, it was so delicious!
McGonagall saw the two people eating the joy, but also picked up a chopsticks and put a piece of fish into the mouth.
The hot and sour taste of the pepper is just right, it is not as hot as the spicy grilled fish, and it is not as sour and sour as the pickled fish. The right spicy taste makes the spicy taste of the fish head look gentle, but it is addictive. Charm.
The fish is soft and flexible, and the perfect fire makes the taste of the fish just right. It will be old for a long time and too tender for one point.
The fish swallowed and turned into a stream of heat to warm the body, while the scalp tingling sensation made the mind more awake.
"The fish head of this kind of pepper is qualified to be called the real fish head of the pepper." Meg's face showed a smile, not to mention the fat fish he had cut at night in the kitchen test yard.
When he was half eaten, Meg got up and threw the rice flour into the tumbling stockpot, then sat back and continued to eat.
The three of them ate quickly, and soon, a few fish bones and a plate of pepper were left.

Is it finished?
Rom stretched out his chopsticks and turned over in the pepper. He could not find the remaining fish, and some of them tried to recover the chopsticks.
"I feel like I can eat another fish." Amy put a piece of pepper in her mouth and licked her mouth, not feeling hot at all.
"Wait a minute, there is rice noodles." Meg got up and took three bowls of rice noodles, sprinkled with a little chopped green onion, and then used a spoon to pour a few spoonfuls of red soup from the chopped pepper fish back to the plate. On the rice noodles, handed a bowl to Roma.
Rom hesitated for a moment, reaching for the bowl, white rice noodles, pouring red soup, and a few green and green onions to scent it, the scent is coming.
"The soup of the fish head is also one of the essence of this dish." Meg said with a smile, snorting and eating a rice noodle, the smooth rice noodles were soaked in the soup of the pepper head, sour and delicious.
Rom looked at McGonagall, who was eating it, and also took a bite of rice noodles.
"Hey!" Rom’s eyes, which were not so much expected, were bright, the fish soup had no astringency, sour and delicious, with a smooth rice noodles, and it sucked into the mouth after a sip, one bite after another, delicious. Simply can not stop.

Why is it just plain noodles, it’s so delicious after pouring two spoonfuls of fish soup, this guy, is it a genius?
Roma put down his empty bowl and looked at McGonagall with amazement. The chef’s prejudice has completely disappeared.