Chapter 1969: Roast goose! Roast goose!

The roasted goose that just came out has a golden color with a bit of red, and the color is particularly bright, and the thick fragrance spreads out.
McGonagall roasted goose with one hand, nodded with satisfaction, the color and shape are perfect, the fragrance is authentic, and it is the best among roasted goose.
"This color, love love." Irina exclaimed.
"It looks better than the roast goose in the roast goose shop on the street." Amy nodded her head and stared at the roast goose in McGonagall's hand.
McGonagall smiled and took out the needles of the roast goose, and poured the marinade from the roast goose belly into a small bowl. This is the essence of the roast goose. The strong spice fragrance was emitted from here, and there were still Important role.
Compared with the roast duck's fine slice method, roast goose is much simpler. Take the fat fish, put the roast goose on a clean cutting board, chop it, chop it, cut it into even blocks, and then just put it on the plate.
At this time, the marinade just poured out is evenly poured on the cut roast goose, so that the marinade penetrates into the meat, and it is ready to serve.
Of course, eating roast goose, sour plum sauce dish is indispensable.
The plum sauce is provided by the system. McGonagall got four dipping dishes and left the kitchen with roasted goose. He greeted: "All the dishes are ready. Let's eat at the table."
"My chopsticks are ready." Amy sat on the chair, staring straight at the roast goose in McGonagall's hands.
"It can be eaten directly, or dipped in sour plum sauce. The taste is your own." McGonagall put the roast goose in the middle of the table and said with a smile.
"Good!" Amy nodded her head, held out a chopstick, picked up a duck leg and put it in McGonagall's bowl. "Adult father worked hard, and this duck leg rewards you."
"Reward me with the roast goose legs I made. Is this okay?" McGonagall looked at the duck legs in the bowl, but the smile on his face had exposed his heart, ‘It’s awesome! The baby girl knew he was distressed. ’
Thinking of this, he glanced at Irina somewhat proudly.
"Mother Mother is also working hard. This big duck leg is for you." Amy then pinned a larger leg to Irina than McGonagall.
"Uh..." McGonagall's smile suddenly froze.
"Thank you Xiaomi." Irina looked at McGonagall with a smile, squeezed the duck leg in sour plum sauce and dipped it in her mouth.
"Well……"
The sweet and sour taste of sour plum sauce made it run for a day, and the taste buds with almost no food were activated instantly.
The crispy scented goose skin, the tender and fatty goose meat, and the thick scent soaked in the goose bloom all in one bite.
Goose absorbs the marinade, tender and juicy, slightly chewed, the skin is separated, the charcoal incense in the meat bursts, the more chewy the more fragrant, dipped in sour plum sauce, it is more distinctive.
Irina seems to see a big fat goose with wings spread, see the vast sky, see...
After a long time, Irina opened her eyes, tried to breathe, looked at McGonagall, and said seriously: "In this life, you can't escape my palm."
"Even if you get me..."
"Your heart is also hers." Amy added for him.
"Positive solution." McGonagall nodded, and the corners of her raised lips were a little triumphant. Sure enough to conquer a woman, she could start by conquering her stomach.
Amy also pinned a duck leg to Annie. Then she picked up the last duck leg and put it in her sauce dish with plum sauce, then took a bite.
The clear blue eyes lighted up, the small mouth moved quickly, and soon swallowed the goose meat in the mouth, too late to speak, and bite a large piece of goose meat, the cheek bulging, chewing tasted, The face is full of happiness, and it seems to make people full of appetite, can't help wanting to swallow.
McGonagall thinks that Amy must have ordered the talent to eat, and always makes people hungry.
"It turns out that roast goose is really delicious. I like roasted goose." Amy only took the time to speak after half of the goose's legs, and he didn't forget to turn his head to look at the ugly duckling. "Ugly duckling, you have to eat more, fast Grow up soon."
The ugly duckling, who was intently dealing with a piece of goose meat, stopped and the goose meat in his mouth suddenly became unscented.
Annie ate the roast goose leg in a small bite. Seeing her small expression of excitement, she should like this roast goose too.
McGonagall was not in a hurry to eat goose legs, but instead put a piece of breast meat first, without dipping sour plum sauce, and fed it directly into his mouth.
The have skin, meat and bones. An excellent roast goose must have many excellent qualities.
The leather coat is crisp and fragrant, and the crispy water made of maltose makes it chew with a hint of sweetness.
The skin, meat, and bone seem to be tightly connected, and can be easily separated at the entrance.
The marinade has penetrated into the bones, chewing together with the bones of the belt, the more chewy the more fragrant, the plump and tender goose, the taste is just right, fat but not greasy.
"Yes, this is a perfect roast goose." McGonagall swallowed the goose meat in his mouth and nodded with satisfaction.
As a veteran eater, roast goose is a famous dish in Cantonese cuisine. He has tasted many famous craftsmanship and has made a lot of complaints, but he never brought roast goose made by the chef. Come for such a delicious experience.
"It's so good, I'm going to be fascinated by myself." McGonagall sighed, which was really embarrassing.
But after doing this step, he is also worthy of the roast goose recipe that gathered the masters' life-long learning.
The dinner ended happily, the two children took the ugly duckling upstairs to play, and McGonagall began to tidy up the dining table.
"How's the situation over the orcs?" Irina asked as she helped to clean up her chopsticks while looking at McGonagall.
"The Los Empire has produced dozens of horrendous cases of the Uba tribe in the orc clan. Many tribes were directly slaughtered and even the children were spared." McGonagall's expression was a little heavy.
"Andre, this old bastard, isn't he afraid to provoke the anger?!" Irina raised her eyebrows, angrily and puzzled.
"This matter really may not be the order given by Andre." McGonagall shook his head. "I found the existence of a strange black mist in a slaughtered tribe, and I saw this."
McGonagall took out a shadow stone and showed the orc corpse that had been drained to blood to Irina.
"this is?"
"I suspect that Joe Xiu, who betrayed his soul to the devil, carried the war against the orcs and elves with Andrei and ordered the slaughter of the orc tribe, and he improved his strength by absorbing the resentment and blood of these dead orcs. You have sensed the presence of black mist on him before, and by that time he should have been in contact with the old ruler." McGonagall said.
"If this is the case, we will find him as soon as possible and kill him." Irina's expression also became dignified. "Will he be in Luodu now?"