Chapter 155: The little guy in the Grey Temple (the monthly ticket plus 6/12, please complete!)

The restaurant was suddenly quiet, and everyone looked at the serious McGonagall, and his eyes gradually lit up.
The simple and practical word of
chef
is the core and most important existence of the restaurant.
However, most restaurant owners like to be called bosses, not chefs, and some even forget their identity as chefs, and more to chase the respect and enjoyment of some other people.
But to make such delicious and magical food, McGon, who runs such a restaurant with a high-profile and hot business, criticized himself as a chef when he was praised and praised by his peers.
This modest attitude made the visiting group somewhat shameful, and also let the guests vote for approval.
"Probably only in this way, remembering your identity and knowing what you should do, you can make such a refreshing food." Myers applauded and looked at McGonagall, and also said in his heart that he was awesome.
Andrew and others looked thoughtfully at the face, nodded at McGonagall and walked outside the restaurant.
"I just changed the lines of Xingye. How do I feel that I have received a lot of worship values ​​and inspired others?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows and felt the words of encouragement and appreciation. He smiled and did not squint. Walking towards the kitchen, my heart is a bit cool.
The people who visited the group did not ask for recipes, did not ask for cooking methods, and even did not ask any spices that did not taste what it was. The professionalism of the first wave of visiting groups was good.
However, if you come to the chef, after eating two dishes, people who are good at thinking should have income, and maybe get some inspiration in cooking.
Of course, what they can learn, this is not what McGee needs to worry about. After all, he is not a dream instructor. It is his job to cook the restaurant guests, and he will continue to fry the rice.
"With the attitude of Mai Bo, I am looking forward to the tofu brain at night."
"Me too, but really, the tofu brain at night, are you going to eat salty or sweet?"
At the table next to the door, Andrias and Mo Xiuji whispered.
"It's still used to say, of course it's sweet!" Andrias took it for granted, paused and asked, "What about you?"
"Salty." Mo Xiuji said a little complicated, and both of them fell into silence.
"Nothing, brother, we still can't make a fight for this thing, you eat your salty at night, I eat my sweet, go back and drink together." Andelias expression is also slightly awkward, after all, Krassu in the morning And Julian had just hit a salty or sweet tofu brain, which kicked off the sweet and salty battle, which might happen after the tofu brain officially began to sell this evening.
However, the two of them are small and the taste is different. It is not acceptable for a bowl of small tofu brain.
......
On the square of Aden, Krassu squatted with a tall man's wand and walked slowly toward the exit. With Bradley, who had checked out the restaurant behind, he walked a few steps to keep up, and his expression was a little nervous and restrained, in three steps. With a few respects respected: "Crazu adults."
"Well?" Krassu stopped, and some doubts turned around and looked at Bradley, who was half-white in his hair. His eyes swept over the gray-white sword and shield badge on his chest and nodded: " It turned out to be the little guy in the Grey Temple, what did you do with me?"
Bradley stunned. He is also a person in his 70s. He usually screams at the Grey Temple and talks to him. He is suddenly called a little guy, and he is a little unresponsive.
However, after thinking about it, Krassu is more than 120 years old. When he is still playing mud, there are legends of ice and fire disputes on the mainland. In his youth, he listened to their legends and learned magic.
Even when his master was young, he was a fanatic of Krassu. Unfortunately, the melee magic talent was too bad. When he was stunned by a lonely knight in his youth, he turned into a remote magic, but the melee heart. It has never been extinguished, and it has also had some impact on Bradley.
Of course, Brandley is still learning remote magic. The melee magic is only a few magicians in the Master Tower of Luodu. The masters of the genius Krassu have never received an apprentice.
In other words, the daughter of the Mai Mi restaurant owner is the only lucky person who has received the Celasu in this hundred years. This is a thing that can shake the magician world.
After all, Krassu's physical condition has not been good for many years. Many magicians are worried that melee magic will be developed by Krassu after the peak, and it will fall like a meteor and cannot be passed down.
Moreover, Julian, the Lord of Fire, actually accepted the apprentice at the same time, and received the same apprentice, a half-elf girl. The news spread and the whole continent is estimated to vibrate.
The geniuses who worshiped the famous teachers are estimated to be nervous. The ice fire battle lasted for nearly a hundred years. In the end, they did not divide, but they received a half-elf apprentice. No one knows what they will teach. The little devil came out.
The ultimate in ice and fire magic, melee and far attack coexist. After a decade or two, this Nolan continent is estimated to have no place where she can't go.
The thoughts just flashed past, Bradley was already fascinated, and there was no expression on Krassu’s face, but he felt a strong gas field, and the expression looked more respectful to Krassu Road:
Carat Hello, Su Daren, I am Bradley of the Grey Temple. I am taking the liberty to stop you. On behalf of the Grey Temple, I would like to welcome you to the city of chaos. It is our negligence. I hope that you No blame."
"No problem, I came to the city of chaos and did not say hello to the Grey Temple. In the morning, I also played with the old man of Julian, and made you feel embarrassed?" Krassu looked at Bradley, his eyes were slightly Condensed, "And, little guy, have you been here in the morning? Is it time to go back and report to me later?"
Bradley’s heart was a little surprised. I didn’t expect Krassu to notice him in the morning. In front of Amy and in front of others, Krassu seemed to be two people. The flame of the of fire was really awkward and he shook his head. Dao: "The dispute between the Krassu and Julian adults is a major event in the magician world. As long as it does not destroy Aden Square and hurt people, the Grey Temple and the City of Chaos will only be honored. Come next morning. Responsibilities, now on behalf of the Grey Temple officially greet you to the city of chaos, if you have any needs can tell me, from now on, I am your messenger in the city of chaos."