Chapter 1777: It is indeed a man chosen by God!

The current predicament is no longer the stubbornness of the Nolan continent itself, so in the face of the new moon civilization, Michael and others decided to send them a request for assistance.
Kenneth was immersed in thinking when he heard the words. He did not doubt the authenticity of what Barbara and Michael said. For the people of the country of the moon, the existence of the devil existed a larger world before then and abroad. Just as amazing.
But now they are standing on the land of Nolan, and the setting of the devil seems to be less difficult to accept.
Moreover, there is a teleportation array between the kingdom of the moon and the land of Nolan, and there is a similar language that can communicate directly, indicating that there may have been some connection between the two before ancient times, or even the same root.
"Can you take us to look at the so-called Seal Array and the Devil?" Kenneth said without looking anxiously, watching Michael.
"Of course." Michael nodded, and Kenneth's caution was not difficult to understand.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Barba stretched her hands and prepared to get up to Kenneth, and quickly said, "Don't worry, the boss will be ready right away, and we won't be late before we eat."
"You, you know how to eat." Kenneth touched Barbara's head with a pamper, and shook his head: "Eating is not enough to fill your stomach. If the situation is really so serious, it is obviously ..."
"The kebabs are ready." At this moment, Abeia Miya walked out of the door with several kebabs piled up into a hill-like plate, and placed them one by one in front of the people of the kingdom of the moon.
The rich roasted mutton scent suddenly came to the surface. The roasted mutton was just off the grill, and the crystal clear fatty meat was still nourishing the oil. The surface was sprinkled with ripe sesame seeds and a handful of green onions.
"Mumbling."
Kenneth's throat rolled visibly, looking at a large plate of kebabs in front of him, and suddenly he couldn't help his eyes. At the halfway point, he couldn't help but stop, hesitated slightly, and then continued: You can set it aside. I haven't eaten with you for months. Father Emperor is not in a hurry. Let me accompany you for a meal first. "
Everyone in the country of the moon looked at Kenneth with appreciation, Her Majesty the King!
"Father Emperor, are you sincere?" Barbara raised an eyebrow, a little disbelieving.
"Of course." Kenny nodded steadily, but stared at the kebab.
"Well, for the sake of these kebabs, I pretended to believe." Barbara shrugged, picked up a skewer of kebabs, chewed a piece of meat cheerfully, just roast Good roast lamb is the most delicious.
Kenneth nodded slightly to Michael, and then politely picked up a shish kebab.
The roasted mutton in this world is quite special. I do n’t know if it is because of the lack of resources, the mutton was cut into small pieces and then skewered with bamboo sticks, not directly roasted and whole like the country of the moon.
But the flaws are not covered. He must admit that the rich mutton flavor is indeed more attractive than the roast lamb made by their royal chef, and there is no smell of mutton. This alone is enough to see that the chef ’s rank is better than theirs. The home chef is more powerful.
The food that makes Barbara so enamored is bound to be delicious.
With a mentality of trying, Kenneth bit a lamb into his mouth.
The mutton that was just off the grill was still a little hot, and the skin was slightly burnt, but the inside was exceptionally tender and bite open. The gravy suddenly splashed in the mouth. The spices attached to the surface of the mutton also burst into the mouth, and the onions With the sesame seeds bursting in the chewing room, the taste buds on the tip of the tongue fell into the carnival.
"What is this fairy taste !!! It tastes great too!"
Bit by bit, after eating three kebabs, Kenneth still felt like he couldn't stop.
His Royal Chef has completely disqualified himself from participating in this duel.
As the king of the kingdom of the moon, he had to admit that in the long years of reign, he had not tasted such delicious food, and he had none.
He glanced at Barbara, who was immersed in the skewers, and suddenly could understand why she stayed in this restaurant willingly. No other complicated reason was needed. This kebab had beaten countless reasons.
The other people in the country of the moon have also been conquered by kebabs, bite after bite, but it feels that this barbecue with bamboo skewers is convenient and delicious, so why should you eat barbecue?
"It seems that the taste of the kingdom of the moon is similar to that of the Nolan continent." McGonagall looked at the crowds who were addicted to it, his mouth slightly tilted, and his sense of achievement inevitably increased a bit.
The yakiniku of the moon country was served first, and the other guests who had not served it smelled the scent and watched the piles of hill-like kebabs decrease with the speed of the naked eye.
However, everyone ordered a lot of dishes, and I would be embarrassed to change them, so I could only watch them and wait for their own dishes to come up.
McGonagall's movements were quick, the skewers were on for a while, and Lancaster's ten begging chickens were also released.
The Dexter and Landist people looked at the roasted golden egg called Chinchilla from Gina, and they all became solemn and revered, and they worshiped at the calling chicken together. worship.
This is the sacred thing that rescued Landeste from the deep waters!
Gina held a small wooden hammer in her hand, and knocked open the mud shell wrapped solemnly.
With a few crisp sounds, the hardened clay shells were knocked open one by one, and the roasted golden and crispy callous fowl was exposed in front of everyone, and the rich roasted chicken flavor was released.
Jin Chanchan's mud crust is already very familiar to everyone, and this is the key to let the Landist people leave the sea.
But many roasted chickens in clay shells were the first time they saw them.
The strong scent came at such a close distance that it was hard to resist.
"Please use it slowly." Gina turned away with a smile.
"Get started," Dexter said. I didn't know where to take a small knife, and started to drop it. The beggar chicken on the plate was divided into dozens of pieces.
He reached out and picked up a chicken leg. The crispy chicken skin was bitten slightly away, and the crispy and tender chicken flesh melted in his mouth.
The fat and tenderness that belonged to chicken bloomed in an instant, and the taste buds on the tip of the tongue were disarmed, too late to chew, and have not yet established a foothold on the tip of the tongue, like a naughty chick, slipping into the throat.
Tender and slag-free, with a unique flavor, this unprepared taste makes even calmness like Dexter whine.
"It's so delicious, it really exists! Mr. McGonagall's cooking is simply a of fate, a man chosen by God!" Dexter was astonished, his words could not describe his emotions, only Can take a few more sips to show what I think.
The latest Moon State and Landist delegations were yelling on skewers and eating grilled chicken. Representatives of the various ethnic groups could not help themselves, and their eyes on the kitchen became unconscious.
This gathering of top powers turned out to be a chef like McGonagall, which made people feel a little magical.
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