Chapter 1607: Come to an eye-to-eye showdown!

At the end of the evening business, Dix was ordered to take the property minister Dominique to the investigation by the Grey Temple, and both the City House and the Grey Temple informed McGonagall about the investigation of the Marques family.
"Is the patriarch of the Marquis family still coming out?" McGonagall asked with a smile.
"The investigation is not over yet, and the results are still unclear, but as long as the Marques family is not directly involved in the illegal industry, bribing the city government officials and encroaching on the illegal industry is enough for him to stay in it for a while." Dix smiled.
"Just stay for a while, too cheap for him?"
"In the past few years, the Marquis family relied on Dominica, and all of them had to be spit out. I think it was enough for him to have a heartache for a while." Dix went on, and then took a ruling from his arms and handed it to Mai. Ge, "This is the official ruling of the hot pot restaurant. It has the seal of the master of the city. No one will come to the hot pot restaurant to promote sovereignty."
McGonagall’s ruling was roughly glanced at, and it did cover Michael’s seal of the city’s lord, and it was stated that the hot pot restaurant was officially owned by Rena. There was no doubt.
"Thank you for thanking the city owner for his fairness." McGonagall closed the ruling and watched Dix smile. "It’s also bothering you to run so late."
"It doesn't matter, this is a problem in our city's main government. The apology is us, then I will not bother the wheat boss to rest, and come back to breakfast tomorrow morning." Dix set a few words and left.
"Things have been solved. Those who are trying to compete for the ownership of the hot pot restaurant will all live in the VIP cell next door. With this ruling, there will be no mess in the hot pot restaurant." The ruling book entered the restaurant and looked at the good things that were packed with Mia and they left with a smile.

Really?!
Reina took the ruling with some surprises and carefully read it again. Surprisingly said:
Too good, so the hot pot restaurant can be opened as planned.

"Right, I haven't asked when you plan to open the business. On the opening day, the Mai Mi restaurant is closed for one day, everyone is going to join in." McGonagall asked curiously, these days, he was forgotten to ask this important thing. It is.
Rena slightly thought: "The decoration has been basically completed. Felix has also helped me to contact a group of excellent elves. I want to interview them tomorrow and choose the most suitable staff. The training period is Three days, I plan to officially start business five days later."
"It is very vigorous and vigorous." McGonagall nodded with a smile. Five days later, it was just the daily rest day of the Mai Mi restaurant. I wanted to come to Reina to take this into consideration.
"What is the name of Rina's hot pot restaurant?" Amy asked, holding the ugly duckling, and asked curiously.
"Yeah, what is the name?" Mia's eyes were also curious and fell to Reina.
"I want to name this hot pot restaurant as Mai Rui Hot Pot, because the hot pot is created by the boss, and the new hot pot restaurant is my inheritance and development of the hot pot." Rena squinted, "I really take the name... I thought about it for a long time, I only thought about this."
Megger heard a bright eye and smiled and said: "Mai Rui Hot Pot, I feel very good, there is a sub-brand of the Mai Mi restaurant, and the meaning is not bad."
"Yeah, I also feel very nice, and it sounds very kind. It is our own hot pot restaurant." Mia nodded.
"If the sister of Felice goes to the grill restaurant, can she call the Maisi skewer?" Amy asked with a smile.
"Well, this name can be reserved for backup." McGonagall nodded in anticipation, he was also named.
"That... then I will use this name." Reina thought that her name had to be spit, and I did not expect to be recognized by everyone.
When everyone left, Meg went upstairs to wash, and then told the two children about the little story before going to bed. After they fell asleep, I ignored Irina’s eyes and hinted back to my room, locked the door and went straight to bed. , took a few deep breaths and slammed the kitchen trial field.
"Let's have a match-up!"
When Meg's eyes flashed in front of him, he was on the whole wall of the eyeballs, and the big eyes that were piled together seemed to have some kind of evil light, which made people feel guilty.
"The trough! Is the system poisonous?!" McGonagall jumped back.
"If you want to roast the pig's eye, you must have a deep understanding and understanding of the pig's eye. The first step is to start from the naked eye! Please ask the host to find one from this million eyes. Hundreds of pig eyes that meet the baking conditions!" The sound of the system sounded, no feelings.
McGonagall's throat rolled a little, looking at the dense eyeball in front of him, feeling the scalp numb, and some headaches.
If you want to make a good roast pig's eye, you must eliminate the fear of the pig's eye. Even if you can't love it, you must at least be able to make a good feeling when you are baking, and avoid eyeball bursting due to operational errors.
Barbecue is the art of charcoal fire, want to roast the perfect pig's eye, the grasp of the fire, the understanding of each pig eye determines whether it can roast a satisfactory pig's eye.
Standing in front of the pig's eye wall, Meg took a few deep breaths and began to show the true pig's eye in the eyeballs.
There should be a mixture of bulls, sheep's eyes and other beasts. Meg can only rely on the experience in his mind to judge the real pig eyes.
This is a very detailed and long-term work. From the beginning, the nausea and scalp numb, McGonagall is numb to the 10,000 eyes.
In his eyes, these eyeballs, which originally exudes evil light, gradually become normal and ordinary ingredients of corn ham. His goal is to pick out the required ingredients from a pile of waste.
When this kind of psychology was formed, his efficiency was greatly improved.
Soon, one hundred and twenty pig eyes were selected from 10,000 eyeballs, which exceeded the task of the system.
"Ding!"
With a crisp sound, Meg's scene changed, he was already in the familiar kitchen.
On the wall next to it, there was also a 365-day countdown card.
"Baked pig's eyes... Fortunately, I haven't eaten this dark dish. Shouldn't it be too strict?" McGonagall took a pot of pig eyes from the refrigerator and snorted.
The eyeball excavated by the roots retains the muscle fibers and subcutaneous fat around the eyeball. The bamboo stick cannot penetrate directly from the middle of the eyeball, but passes through the muscles. Otherwise, the human body will not be able to go to the ceremonial sense. Explosion moment.