Chapter 1910: Online heavy punch

Milo now seriously doubts that Randy has become a gold medalist in this restaurant. From the moment they talked, they fell into his trap.
It can hit Garland's baldness points, strengthen the pain caused by baldness, and verify on-site that the use of group effects makes Garland lose his sense as an intellectual.
10,000 copper coins, which is already half a month's salary of Garland, even if the cost of dinner in Luodu will rarely break 10,000, but he has now ordered a Buddha jumping wall of 10,000 copper coins.
"In these years, you have become bald for the rising hairline, and you have eaten and used a lot of things. Baldness is not a disease, it is a disability, and there is no cure." Milo made his final attempt.
"Your point of view is quite interesting." Randy smiled. "But even with a disability, Mr. Mai can cure you with a bowl of soup."
Milo glanced at Randy and secretly met the master.
"Buy! If you can let your hair grow before you go back, let my mother-in-law see me who is 20 years younger. It must be very interesting to want to come." Garland decided to make a decision.
Milo didn't say more, Garland is after all the editor-in-chief of Shiquan Shimei, a proper middle class, what's wrong with contributing a little money for the hair?
If there is no effect, then they can have one more material, Randy's false propaganda can not escape.
"Shocked! Carnivorous foodie is actually selling anti-hair loss products to a restaurant!"
Such a title has already scheduled the first hot article of the new full-meal beauty magazine next month.
To be honest, from the line up to now, Milo is a bit disappointed.
He accumulated firepower all the way, but when he came to the Mai Mi restaurant, he found that he had no noise. !
As a master of finding faults, he has a pair of eyes that find a spot, and a mouth that can say the most heart-warming words in the simplest language.
But he encountered such a restaurant that made him noisy and vomiting, he couldn't say any harsh words, and even his tone became a little bit softer because of the environment and rules.
"These are all illusory things. They are mules and horses. They know it when they go to the dining table." Milo ordered, holding his chest with both hands and waiting for the meal to be served.
The dishes he ordered were very simple, with meat and vegetables. They were all dishes written by Randy and Derek in vegetarianism and carnivism.
Since it's here to find fault, as a professional, of course, you can't be fooled. This is not his style, precise sniping. The front side is just his characteristic.
Waiting for the free time to serve, Milo looked sideways in the direction of the kitchen, but his eyes widened a bit.
From his position, the interior of the kitchen can be clearly seen through the glass windows.
It is completely different from the kitchen he has seen in the past. It is clean and bright. The wide space is almost as big as a small half of the restaurant. What he can see is part of the operating table.
At this time, McGonagall was like a general who sat in the Chinese army. The pot on the stove was his capable officer, and the spatula in his hand was his command flag and weapon.
I saw him wandering among multiple pots and stoves, cooking several different kinds of food at the same time, and even having time to flip hundreds of kebabs on the side grill and brush them with oil and various sauces.
It ’s exaggerated. Do you understand?
Other chefs are equipped with several chefs, and there are a few chefs and apprentices waiting beside them. The heat is dry, and the efficiency is not necessarily high.
But McGondon took care of all the cooking-related tasks alone, including making pans and serving dishes, but it made people feel that he was at ease, the clouds were light and windy, and even people thought he could add two more pots.
As for efficiency.
Milo, who was sitting at the door of the kitchen, had seen a portion of the dish drifting past him, and then fell in front of the guests who had ordered.
"It seems that Miss Barbara is back and the space magician is serving, will you meet for the first time?" Randy smiled.
"This is the first time." Milo nodded, and he probably evaluated it in his heart. The speed of serving is incredible. For a medium-sized restaurant, such speed of serving requires a highly equipped kitchen.
And now there is only one person in this kitchen ... cooking leisurely.
"This boss ... is it a monster?" Milo swallowed, and this freehand operation has already compared chefs all over the world.
"In this way, Mr. Mai is actually restrained. He ran to the food conference two days ago and set up a stall. Thousands of people queued up. He did it alone. When I was standing in line, I felt like his hands were still scratched The dining efficiency is ten times that of the stall of a dozen people next door.
Randy turned his head to look at the direction of the kitchen and smiled.
"Is this too casual? I can't feel the soul." Garland spit out.
Randy smiled, "I think this is more soul than those boring cooks who repeat the same action. It is easy to express that it is absolute confidence in the cooking skills, and from the concentrated expression of Boss Mai, you can see him Enjoy and love what you do. "
Garland raised his eyebrows, and the one holding the pen was different. Some words made him unable to refute, and he only looked to Milo for help.
"Yeah, I haven't seen this attitude towards cooking for a long time." Milo nodded in agreement, looking at McGonagall's gaze.
Garland: "..."
They came here to find fault, to uncover the carnivorous and vegetarian scams, but now Milo looks a little out of shape?
Although he fought hard online, Wei Nuo offline is his usual style, but praise for this kind of thing rarely happens.
"Your dishes, please use slowly." A portion of the dish floated out of the kitchen, then fell lightly in front of them, and a crisp voice rang in their ears.
Although I have already seen this space magician's method of serving food, Milo and Garland are still a little surprised, thinking of the mysterious and rare space magician serving himself, there is an inexplicable feeling.
However, Milo's eyes were quickly attracted by the dishes in front of him.
In the long plate in front, there is a fish split in the middle, and the golden red soup is poured on the fish, crystal clear, and perfectly penetrates into the fish meat from the staggered knife edge.
The tempting fish aroma rose with the heat, making Milo's throat roll uncontrollably. The smell ... it was so tempting.
Garland's expression was similar, but he asked in a low voice: "We don't seem to have fish?"
"This is not fish, this is fish-flavored eggplant." Randy glanced and said with a smile.
"This is fish-flavored eggplant ?!" Both Milo and Garland were shocked. After a closer look, they realized that the plate was indeed not fish, but purple eggplant that had been cut into fish-like shapes. Flower knife, and then fried to golden color, it is the same as fish if you don't look carefully.
This kind of knife workmanship and craftsmanship made a common purple eggplant suddenly reborn.