Chapter 1628: When you are young, you can’t meet too amazing chefs.

The Grand Emperor of Los Angeles led the team to visit the city of chaos and the city government hosted a grand farewell ceremony for them.
"Poor, this is the embarrassment that can be found in Luodu. It is not an easy task to enter the luxury and easy to enter." Abraham looked at the golden giant eagle in the carriage. Sigh a sigh.
When you are young, you can't meet too many amazing chefs when you are young, especially top chefs like Mai Boss. Otherwise, you may not be able to walk out of this city in this life.
Of course, a man like him who has already eaten in Nolan's mainland, it is no longer a good thing to meet a chef like Mai Bo at such a age.
He has walked through the path, and the bustling look has also been exhausted. In this life, I just want to find a chef who has a good hand, and live next door to him, and can eat delicious food every day.
"This world, it is best not to mess up, otherwise you can't even have a meal." Abraham regained his gaze, put down the curtain, and told the driver to return home.
As the king's most trusted brother, although he has not asked the state for many years, he still knows how deep his brother's obsession with the world is.
He can't stop these things from happening, and he can only meditate in his heart.
"But, still seriously consider whether it is a spicy spicy fish at noon today, or eat steak."
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"Darren, I saw, the grandfather said that the tall wall that could not be seen, there must be a city of chaos!" On the mountain road, a girl in a worn animal coat put down the rattan on her shoulder and looked back. The teenager sitting in the sleigh chair said happily.
The boy, known as Darren, seems to be only about ten years old. His face is tender and delicate, and he is somewhat similar to a girl. It’s just a pair of eyes with strange whites. It seems that he can’t see things, but he still surprises:
Really Can't you see the end of the city wall, it must be very spectacular?"
"Well, it's like standing up a mountain on the plains." Lucy nodded and seemed to feel that her description was not accurate enough, adding: "Like the Amalie Mountain in front of our village."
Darren tried to open his eyes, but soon he looked down a bit, whispered: "If you can see it with your own eyes."
Lucy looked at Darren with a distressed look, but her face quickly smiled and reached out and licked Darlen’s hair.
We brought the money from the folks this time, that is, to the city of chaos. If you cure your eyes, Grandpa said that there are the best doctors in the city of chaos, and you will be able to cure your eyes."
"Really?" Darren looked up, still a little hesitant.
"Of course it is true, Grandpa said that your eyes are the eyes of the eagle, just being blindfolded. As long as the doctor cured your eyes, you will be the best hunter in our village." Lucy affirmed.
"Then I must play a lot of prey, so that everyone in the village can eat meat." Darren's face also showed a smile.
"Let's go, let's go down the mountain. I will go to you to find a doctor for a while, and I will definitely cure your eyes." Lucy put the rattan back on her shoulder and bite her sleigh and walk towards the mountain. Every step, the little shoulders are shaking slightly.
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"Hey, wife, come over, I can see the words written on the books now!"
An old accountant looked at his account in a stunned look, and said with amazement and joy, he shouted at the inner room.
"I said that you are less likely to drink alcohol, you are confused, you are not jealous, of course you can see clearly." An old lady walked out of the room with a look of disgust.
"It's not that I can see it clearly. I mean, I can see it with the account book as I am now." Mr. Old Accountor shook his head and took the account book away from him. He looked at the old lady.
"You don't have to look at the bills before you look at the books every time. How can you see them now so far?" The old lady heard a strange look and reached out and took it from the old account. The book, with a finger to the word: "You give me a thought."
"On the 11th, a total of 41 gold bracelets were sold, 400,000 copper coins were sold, 25 gold necklaces were sold, and 256,000 copper coins were sold..." Mr. Old Accountant read.
"It’s really a bit wrong." The old lady took it back and looked at it.
"No, my old-fashioned presbyopia is so inexplicable." The old account room is also a bit embarrassing, but soon I slammed my head: "I know, it must be Mimi restaurant."
"Is that the restaurant that you followed them to drink and drink this evening?"
The old account shook his head and looked up and said: "That's not a fool, I want to say, it must be that the rum I have been drinking these days has cured my presbyopia, the fifteen years of old Sim's aging, natural It’s different!


Really?
The old lady is dubious, but the old man’s presbyopia has been around for a few years, and the two years have become more and more serious. He’s no longer going to take care of the gold shop’s account, just look at it every month, and now it’s not so hard to look at the book. It is.
"Yeah, it seems that I have to go to drink again tonight. Maybe I will go hunting again after a few more days. Even the flying eagle in the sky can see it clearly." The old account room laughed. In a good mood, it will not be long before he can read the bills. You can also go to the gold shop to see if the little guys have serious accounts.
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"Boss, my picture is good." Hannah took a stack of thick drawings and went downstairs, looking excited at McGonagall.
McGonagall looked at Hannah who had been eating and drinking in the study for a few days. A haircut was made into a chicken coop. A pair of dark circles was particularly eye-catching, but the eyes were very brightly staring at him. The capitalist’s heart was slightly uneasy and nodded. :"Let me see."
A thick stack of drawings, detailed to each part of the brewing machine, the structure is not complicated, McGonagall can easily understand.
After these days he severely corrected, the final drawing is perfect. Of course, this refers to the level of craftsmanship in this world, that is, the level that can be forged by the uncle next door.
McGonagall read all the drawings carefully and nodded. "I think I can try to make a prototype. After the real thing comes out, let's look for problems to improve."
"That is, I don't have to change the picture?" Hannah's eyes lit up and surprised.
"Yes."
"My Scorpio! I finally don't want to go through the night! Don't change the picture..."
Hannah fainted in the arms of McGonagall.
McGonagall: "..."
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