Chapter 1760: Father, don't we have a meeting?

Frost dragons spit flames, the abyss demons rolled all over, the forest trolls plucked the grass from their heads, the dwarf jumped and hit the giant's knee ...
The chaotic and noisy sounds sounded in the restaurant one after another. Representatives of various ethnic groups representing the face of various ethnic groups, in the face of that bitterness, finally lost, and did not protect their faces.
"Yeah ... this taste is so abnormal!"
Some representatives of Wolverine finally returned to their seats, and all looked at the kitchen in a bad way.
"This ... isn't it ... poisoned in the dish ?!" Destroyer Westin opened his swollen lips, annoyed a little.
Representatives of other ethnic groups also wrote annoyance. The shelf that was lifted in the morning would be considered to be smashed.
"Uncle Duckbill, don't talk nonsense. Your father will not poison the dish. Obviously it is a pervert you ordered, but it is not perverted. How can you blame others." Lie behind the counter and laughed for a while Amy said earnestly.
"Duck ... Uncle Duckbill?" Westin glared, looking back at Irina, his anger gradually rising.
"Her master is Krasu and Julian." A tribe next to him whispered.
Westin's anger gradually dropped again, trying to squeeze out a little smile: "It doesn't matter, this nickname is good ..."
"Everyone, Mr. Mai is the best chef in the city of chaos and a very professional chef. I can guarantee that there is no problem with the food." Michael stood up, with a bit of helplessness in his smile: "Just everyone It's really courageous. You should be able to see the true essence of deliciousness after the initial discomfort in the hot hotpot early in the morning. I give up now, and I think you will regret it. "
It was Michael's endorsement and the city of chaos as a guarantee that the representatives stopped.
In fact, no one thinks that the city of chaos will do anything in the food, but after being baptized with pervertedness, they feel a little bit distracted.
"That duck intestine seems to be pretty good to eat ... not even such a heavy spicy taste can hide its original taste, and the crispy texture is even more wonderful, making people want another one." Dwarf representative 咂After pouting, he said something inexhaustibly, and picked up two duck intestines and put them in the pot.
"Well, although it's a bit spicy, the texture of Maodu is really good. The thin layer is exceptionally crispy and a bit special." The Goblin representative nodded and poured the whole dish of Maodu directly into the pot. With one chopstick in one hand, with the amazing hand speed, more than a dozen pieces of hairy belly had a one-second dwell time, repeated seven times, and then one piece was provoked into the mouth and chewed with satisfaction. .
"The chopsticks ..." The forest troll carefully pinched the chopsticks that were not as long as his fingers with two stout fingers, tried for a while, and set the chopsticks aside. I didn't know where to get a thin wooden sign. Put on the meat pieces and vegetarian dishes with a wooden sign, and then put the whole piece into the pot, wait for a while, grab a bamboo stick and eat, the pleasure is no better than a person eating with chopsticks difference.
"Is this ... the founder of Strings?" McGonagall was amazed at this scene in the kitchen: talents!
As Michael said, after experiencing the initial discomfort, representatives of all ethnic groups gradually found the fun of shabu-shabu and were completely conquered by the deliciousness of the hotpot.
Just simply cut the ingredients, put them into the pot according to the instructions on the guide, and when they are removed, it becomes a gourmet, as if magical.
"Hmm ..."
Qiao Xiu ate bitter mushrooms one by one, his eyebrows gradually picking up. As Winissa said, as long as you don't stop biting and biting, the throat will not have time to respond to the spicy taste. It's really addictive.
The grievances of the representatives of various ethnic groups have disappeared, and they have gradually sunk into the harmonious atmosphere of shabu-shabu, and even exchanged their favorite ingredients.
Naturally, beer is indispensable for hot pot.
Representatives of various ethnic groups who have been dominated by spicy taste for a long time, finally remembered that they could order some drinks, and beer became the first choice.
A large foamy iced beer, when you sip it into your throat, immediately suppresses the hot feeling. The refreshing feeling is like a pot of ice water poured on a hot summer day.
"Cool!" Franklin sipped a large glass of beer and turned to look at Abeia Mia. "Little girl, give me a large barrel of this bar directly, it's too much to drink a small glass with a small glass."
"This ..." Abeia Mia's gaze turned towards the kitchen, but a large barrel of beer cost a lot of money.
Meg nodded slightly towards Mia.
"Okay, please wait a moment." Abeia Mia nodded slightly and turned to walk towards the kitchen.
"You, Master, give me a barrel, too. This wine is really good." Louis followed.
"I want a bucket too," Douglas said, flushed.
Immediately following the forest trolls, the orc representatives all expressed their desire for beer in large barrels.
Although McGonagall didn't think it was good to drink too much alcohol in the early morning, but since even the abnormal hot pot was served, there was no reason not to drink, so all the requirements of everyone were met.
"Do you want to add more money?" Michael whispered as he looked at the representatives of the various ethnic groups holding the wooden barrels and mumbling, and Dicks beside him.
"Mr. Mai didn't say, we didn't dare to ask." Dix shook his head, looked at the representatives of various ethnic groups with a little worry, and said in a small voice: "Now I am a little worried about whether the representatives will be drunk, this is just Breakfast only ... "
"Relax, you can't get drunk." Michael shook his head indifferently.
Good wine and good food entertained, the atmosphere in the restaurant was gradually harmonious, and the atmosphere that had been soaring at the entrance of the restaurant was not to be eliminated.
At the end of the one-hour meal time, the dining carts around the representatives of all ethnic groups have basically been emptied, and many people are full of food.
"The meal is over. I wish you a smooth meeting."
McGonagall smiled and said to everyone that the hot pot was withdrawn and one person went to a cup of warm water. McGonagall led the Maimi Restaurant Sky Mission to officially leave the restaurant, which was reserved for the venue.
"Master, don't we have a meeting?" Amy followed McGonagall, asking curiously.
"Yes, we don't need to have a meeting. This is their business." McGonagall smiled and shook his head, tossed the ugly duckling into the cart basket and stepped on the bicycle. "Let's go, I'll send you to Daphne to play. Today my father has many things. Be busy and may not have time to play with you. "
"Oh!" Amy nodded curtly and climbed into the back seat of the bicycle.
In the restaurant, the aroma of the hot pot gradually dissipated, and the representatives sat contentedly on the chairs, enjoying the coziness and laziness after sweating.
At this time, Michael stood up and looked at the representatives present with a smile: "Dear everyone, we have eaten breakfast, and we should talk about business."