Chapter 1736: Keep your heart in mind

Leiden brought two bowls of lamb meat that were almost full, and looked at Amy with a smile. "The little girl is so cute."
"A big bowl! Thank you Uncle." Amy looked at the large bowl of mutton in front of her eyes, and promised. She could not wait to pick up the chopsticks and looked at McGonagall, "Master, let me start now Eat it. "
"Let's eat." McGonagall nodded and picked up his chopsticks. He also wanted to taste the improved stewed mutton, which really turned into a delicious food.
"Alas." Amy fed a piece of lamb to her mouth, chewed her little mouth, her eyes lighted, her chewing speed increased a lot, and she chewed, her body still couldn't help shaking slightly.
McGonagall glanced at Amy who entered the tactical swing. It seemed that the stewed lamb was very suitable for Amy's taste, and a piece of lamb was sandwiched.
The shape of the lamb is quite random. The hob block is about red and bright, which makes people appetite.
The scent came with the hot air, and the strong mutton scent before was almost negligible. It was replaced by a strong mutton scent. In addition, there were various scent of spices. One of the special scent caused wheat Grid attention.
It was a scent without knowing how to describe it. It was a spice he had never seen before, but now it appeared in this stewed mutton, making the mutton taste special.
The strong smell last time made McGonagall dismiss as soon as he entered, but now this piece of lamb makes him quite want to try it.
Open your mouth and feed the whole piece of lamb into your mouth. Gently bite, the rich and delicious gravy will overflow from the soft lamb.
Compared with the freshness of the mutton soup, this gravy is going to be richer, and the full flavour of the meat is splashing in the mouth, so that the taste buds are instantly caught in cheering joy.
Chewing carefully, the soft and not rotten mutton, the more chewing the more fragrant, McGonagall can feel the presence of those spices, they together set up a layered and delicious space, and the faint special fragrance is like a Layers of fog, people accidentally step into the delicious trap.
This lamb stew may not be perfect, but in the mind of McGonagall, it can definitely rank among the delicious, and it is a very unique kind.
Leiden and his sons, as well as Harrison and Jorge, looked at McGonagall nervously and expectantly, like students waiting for the teacher to announce the test results. After all, their improved stewed lamb had not been tasted by McGonagall.
Meg swallowed the lamb in his mouth, and then clamped a piece to feed into his mouth. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he calmly enjoyed the feeling of delicious release in his mouth.
"Can you add me a piece of rice?" McGonagall put down his chopsticks and looked up at Moore with a smile. "This delicious stewed lamb seems to be a little missing without a bowl of white rice."
"Okay, please wait a moment!" Moore's eyes lightened, and he turned quickly toward the bucket.
Leiden's face also showed a smile, which was recognized by McGonagall, and he felt relieved and upset.
"Wow, it seems that Mr. Mai has a high opinion of this stewed lamb." Harrison smiled.
"The lamb stew that can satisfy Mai's boss, it seems that our lamb shop business will not be bad." Jerji also smiled happily.
"The mutton smell is completely removed, and the mix of spices is very suitable. The heat is just right, soft and not rotten, and the more chewing, the more fragrant." McGonagall commented earnestly, and looked at Leiden with some curiosity. : "But take the liberty to ask, what is a very special spice added to this lamb? I don't seem to have seen it before."
Leiden thought for a moment, and when his eyes lit up, he took out a half-foot-long black tree branch from the cupboard on the side and said, "Did you mean this?"
McGonagall took the branch and sniffed, his eyes lit up, and he nodded, "Yes, that's the fragrance."
"This is a kind of dwarf tree that is abundant in the mountains near our tribe. I call it 'Yan'. Herders generally cut it for firewood. Once again, I accidentally dropped a branch when I cooked mutton and found that it tasted surprisingly good. , So I kept the habit of stewing mutton and Kayan. "Leiden said a little embarrassed.
"Your naming ability is really unusual." McGonagall glanced at him with admiration, but he was really interested in the spice called Yan, and the appearance of a spice often had many coincidences. Before, perhaps no herders would think that the wood they use to burn the fire every day can make the lamb delicious, and the food is developed in such a coincidence.
"Thanks for the great ancestors, and those wise men who have the courage to try." McGonagall said in his heart, returned the spice to Leiden, and smiled: "Very good, this spice will become the most unique sign of your stewed lamb. . "
"Hey." Leiden smiled broadly.
"Your rice." Moore quickly held a bowl of rice and laid it lightly in front of McGonagall.
"Thank you." McGonagall nodded for me.
"Look, sir, you still want rice." Amy tilted her head and looked at McGonagall a little smugly.
"Yes, my millet has extraordinary instincts in eating." McGonagall nodded with a smile, picked up chopsticks and pulled a bite of rice, then fed a piece of lamb to his mouth.
The rice is served with delicious stewed lamb, and even McGonagall and Amy, who have already had lunch, are still very delicious.
Leiden also deliberately gave the ugly duckling a bowl of lamb and let it eat alone.
"Meow meow ~" The ugly duckling yelled happily while eating, this is the first time for such treatment.
After all ... usually when you go out, you can only watch what Amy has left.
It didn't take long for the rice and lamb in the bowl of the two to reach the bottom almost simultaneously.
"Oh ~"
The two snorted at the same time, then laughed at each other.
"Master, we seem to be too full." Amy blinked at McGonagall.
"Because the lamb is so delicious." McGonagall nodded with a smile.
"Would you like another bowl?" Leiden rubbed his hands and asked a little flattered.
"No, I can't eat it anymore." McGonagall waved his hands quickly. If he didn't have lunch, he could consider another bowl, but now he does have a bit of support.
"My bowl is stored first, and I'll eat it next time," Amy said earnestly.
"Okay." Leiden nodded with a smile.
McGonagall found eight silver coins from the wallet and handed them to Leiden. "Thank you for your hospitality. Stewed mutton is really delicious. The business in the future will surely be very prosperous."
"I can't take this money. This is your restaurant, too." Leiden suddenly retracted his hand, looked at McGonagall, and said sincerely, "There is one more thing I want to ask you. I opened the restaurant for the first time. , Suddenly facing so many guests, how can I make the guests as satisfied as possible? "
"Keep your heart in mind, it's always possible." McGonagall smiled at Leiden.