: 1918 To be a chef, but only interested

The city of chaos is a complex city, a city with a difference.
People who come here from all races, under a set of peculiar rules and guidance, build this city of freedom and equality together.
The Los Empire is still consolidating the centralized feudal dynasty. The forest of wind has discarded the soul of freedom, and it is more and more flexible like human beings. The goblin digs deep into the cave to prepare for the next ethnic war. The demon fought continuously to compete for the territory, but the dragon soared to the sky but had the most rigorous ethnic suppression.
The city of chaos is constantly opening up and constantly innovating. In the past 100 years, from a wasteland, a prison for war criminals, it has become such a prosperous city.
Shortly after dawn, Milo and Garland got up, carrying small bags, walking on the streets of the city of chaos on foot, watching the breakfast restaurants open on the roadside, and seeing the faces of those who got up early. The smile is overflowing.
This is an angry city.
Such anger is not common in Luo.
Those who live at the bottom and can hardly make any change no matter how hard they live, do not see the expectation and enthusiasm for life on their faces.
And in the city of chaos, you can see the smiles on people's faces everywhere.
Even if they only buy a copper coin and a sweet shortbread on the side of the road, they can also taste extra delicious.
Happiness is probably the most charming and attractive aspect of the city.
"I used to think that this city didn't even have delicious food, and people living here must be unhappy, but now it seems that this idea is too narrow." Milo smiled a little shamefully.
"Yeah, if you didn't come here in person, you really can't think of the city's happiness as strong." Garland nodded in agreement, "And, now there is a restaurant in the city that makes the world eaten and envious . "
"I am more curious about the breakfast at the Mai Mi restaurant." Milo smiled. Today may be a very commemorative day in his career. He will interview a restaurant owner for the first time behind the food. s story.
In the past, he always gave his bosses a dirty story with 10,000 words.
Milo, they came early enough, but I didn't expect that there were already scattered customers waiting in line at the door of Mai Mi Restaurant.
In addition, many cleaners are gathering in front of the restaurant, it seems that they are also waiting for meals.
"Will the price of breakfast at Mai Mi Restaurant be lowered?" Milo asked curiously to the guest standing in front.
"The price on the menu will not change. The owner Mai has prepared breakfast for the cleaners for some time, so that they can have a hot breakfast after a few hours of work." The guest seemed to see What Milo was thinking, explained with a smile.
"It turns out that boss Mai is really a good person." Milo nodded thoughtfully.
At the high unit price of the Maimi restaurant, preparing so many cleaners for breakfast every day, but it is not a small expenditure, it is even more difficult to do breakfast distribution before the start of business every day, no doubt to squeeze him Original break time.
Not long after the restaurant door opened, a female employee walked out with a large iron bucket in one hand, and began to distribute the porridge of preserved eggs and lean meat to the cleaners in an orderly manner.
The hot air wrapped in the aroma of preserved egg lean meat porridge, spreading in all directions.
"It's so fragrant." Milo rolled his throat and looked at the cleaners carrying a large bowl of lean porridge with preserved eggs, whispering, "Suddenly want to be a cleaner."
"It's just you, maybe no one wants you." Garland squinted him.
For breakfast, Milo ordered a bowl of lean egg porridge with preserved eggs, and followed the guests at the same table to order a set of soy milk fritters.
The preserved egg lean meat porridge refreshed the upper limit of his imagination of porridge. I do n’t know what kind of preserved egg was cooked with tender lean meat. It was so delicious. A bowl of preserved egg lean meat porridge is just like a belly. Warm up.
The combination of fritters and soy milk has subverted all his imagination of breakfast.
Crispy fritters, bite-filled and crispy, is better than all fried snacks, but also with a hint of sweetness, the more chewy the more delicious.
Drink another sweet and delicious soy milk, the taste is more delicate and supple than milk, after swallowing, the mouth is still full of fragrance.
Of course, this is not the ultimate way to eat.
Use a chopstick to pick up the fried dough sticks and dip them into the soy milk. Wait until the dough sticks are slightly softened, then immediately pick them up and bite in.
With a hint of tenacious fritters in the soft, the sweetness of soy milk stained, both the taste and the layering of the taste have increased countless times, and it has become a brand new cuisine.
"Being able to come up with such a wonderful match, Boss Mai is really a genius." After drinking the last drop of soy milk in the bowl, Milo put down his chopsticks and couldn't help but admire.
"I agree with this point very much." Garland also put down the bowl with some unwillingness.
"No wonder they didn't want to leave here, not because they didn't have pursuits and ideals, but because they didn't want to leave because they came. This is simply heaven." Milo looked at the direction of the kitchen, and McGonagall seemed to exude Mysterious brilliance.
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At the end of the morning business, Milo and Garland received McGonagall reception.
"Is this an interview?" McGonagall poured a cup of brewed tea to Milo and Garland, and said with a smile.
"Speaking of this, this is our first interview with the chef. If you have read our magazine, you should know that our style of dealing with food has always been a bit serious and critical." Garland also said with a smile .
"So, I should be honored."
"No, it's our pleasure to have an appointment with Mr. Mai to talk about the food behind. Today's breakfast, we are once again convinced by your superb cooking skills and novel and special ideas." Garan quickly said, he didn't want to give McGonagall left a proud impression.
McGonagall looked at Garland and said with a smile: "Before the interview begins, can I take the liberty to ask about the influence of your Shiquanshimei magazine? For example, the number of subscribers to the new magazine?"
Garland was a little surprised by McGonagall's question, but he smiled quickly: "Eating Whole Foods is a leader in the food magazine industry. After decades of development, it has become one of the most influential food magazines on the mainland of Nolan. There are tens of thousands of new publications issued each month, and radiation affects hundreds of thousands of people, which is approximately equal to 10,000 million. "
"Even Princess Windsor of the Los Empire, a loyal reader of our magazine, wrote me a letter." Myrow added with a smile.
"She seems to read all kinds of food magazines, and I will occasionally write to some foodies that she thinks may have a livelihood problem and encourage them to stick with it." McGonagall glanced at Milo and said lightly.
Milo: "..."
Garland's eyes flickered, trying not to laugh.
This is what Winnesa said personally. Over the years, she often does this kind of thing. I will even give these foodies a little money to help them spend some difficult days.
In a world where entertainment is scarce and information is inconvenient, a food magazine can do this to a great degree.
McGonagall knows that Garland ’s so-called Radiation Million is definitely a bit watery, but tens of thousands of magazine sales are solid, which means that as long as he is interviewed, this interview will appear in the new issue of readers who buy the magazine.
"What do you want to ask?" McGonagall poured herself a cup of tea, leaning back on the chair and sitting comfortably.
"Then we can start talking about Mr. McGonagall's cooking experience? Mr. McGonagall was so young that he had such an amazing cooking skills, and he has continuously created so many delicious foods. Start learning cooking? "Garland asked with a smile.
"No." McGonagall shook his head and said indifferently: "Being a chef is just a matter of interest. I haven't learned cooking skills from anyone, and there is no family history of the chef family. I thought it should be improved a few months ago. Let ’s look at the gastronomic level of this world, so we have this restaurant. "
Garland :? ? ?
Myro :? ? ?
The two looked at McGonagall's eyes, both with some inexplicable meaning.
Okay, big-breasted brother, it's forced to make people wonder how to answer the call.
I thought Boss Mai seemed to get along very well, and the interview should be conducted in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. Unexpectedly, this sitting, Boss Mai directly showed up.
McGonagall glanced at the expressions of the two, and was a little puzzled. Was it too simple?
Garland is a professional editor after all, and soon realized that McGee's way of speaking is more likely to detonate the topic, and he followed his words: "You said that you want to improve the level of food in this world, what does it mean? "
"Let more people eat real food, rather than just ordinary and ordinary food, make those fake foods impossible to escape, improve people's ability to appreciate food, and even allow every ordinary person to learn one. Two dishes that you can cook.
McGonagall smiled slightly.
This is my vision and what I call a higher level of food.

Milo opened his mouth slightly, watching McGonagall's eyes full of surprise and appreciation, which was not what he thought.
"This is really a great and beautiful vision." Garland heartily admired, as a foodie, he also looks forward to seeing such a grand scene.
"You created so many strange and delicious foods, where did your inspiration come from? You know that many of these foods are unheard of, and you can't even imagine that they can be cooked like this, such as wrapped in a mud shell The beggar chicken, such as tofu brain made of soybeans. "
McGonagall said with a smile: "I can only be counted as a trickster on the shoulders of wise ancestors, and life is the source of all inspiration. What you don't know is not non-existent, just yours Limited knowledge. "