Chapter 547: Is this really the taste of roast beef? (third more!)

"I am going to find some wild fruits." Evan lightly jumped out of the carriage and then swam away from the forest. He quickly disappeared into the sight of everyone. Obviously, he didn't want to eat what McGonagall did. He just made him inexplicable. Mind, subconsciously want to stay away from McGonagall.
McGonagall had no opinion on this. He didn't want to cook for them. It just means what he meant.
After the Bison was put out of blood, Ai Meg suddenly remembered one thing and looked at Sam Road on the side: "Sam, brother, you are familiar with this, can you give me a bamboo, I want to cut bamboo Sign the roast beef skewers."
"This is easy, I will go get it for you." Sam nodded and turned and climbed to the side of the mountain.
"Roasted beef skewers? McGonagall, this beef is going to be a big bite to eat. If you make a string, will it look too stingy?" Dennis said as he came forward, with a bit of worry.
"If you don't have enough, you can eat a few more bunches. This big buffalo must be enough." Meg said with a smile, the slaughter knife in his hand flexibly dismantled the buffalo skin, and the knife slipped over the beef. To the bovine bones, the movements are flowing and pleasing to the eye.
"A good knife worker, to practice such a knife, I am afraid that it is impossible to do without many years of hard work?" Xavier looked at Meg's skillful movement, could not help but admire in his heart, and Magna The expression of concentration is also a bit of a look for her. In his body, she seems to see the shadow of someone, constantly turning up the memory of her heart.
The mercenaries around are also a look of admiration. On strength, McGee may not be able to compare them, but this delicate and skilled knife is really technical, and the control of the knife is too strong.
"Father, can Xiaomi eat a lot of skewers?" Amy asked, looking up at Meg.
"Well, Xiaomi certainly wants to eat as much as he wants to eat." McGonagall looked at Amy and nodded.
After handling the beef, McGonagall estimated the food consumption of all the people. In addition to all the beef on the brain, he also cut two large pieces of beef tenderloin, cleaned with mountain springs, and then began to take various spices from the backpack. Spices and even a folding grill iron tray.
This is when Meg is on the road and bargaining with the system. Anything in the wild can be taken locally, but this grill must be exquisite, otherwise it is smoked and hot, and there are temperatures that are not well controlled. Great impact on the quality of the barbecue.
"Meg Brother, the other mercenaries out of the task are all lightly loaded, with all the life-saving things, you ... this is completely backed up in the kitchen." Dennis looked strangely looking at McGonagall Something in the land, could not help but spit.
"With children, there must be more things to be prepared." McGonagall said naturally, opened the kettle to Amy and poured a glass of water, then handed the spring water to the ugly duckling with a large size. The paper bag began to marinate the beef.
"Meg's little brother is really a good father. My little sister-in-law and the little girl are almost big. Every day I am going to follow me to the wilderness, but I didn't bring him out at once." Scott erected at McGonagall. A thumb, a little emotional.
"When he grows up, he will know that Scott is a good father." McGonagall stopped his movements and looked up at Scott and said with a smile. After all, no children are four-level magic. Teacher, don’t bring the child to the fire pit with the wilderness.
"Hope." Scott's face also showed a smile.
McGonagain began to prepare roast beef, and the mercenaries sat on the ground and chatted. They were surprised to see that Meg was sitting in a barbecue in a way they had never seen before. The process was complicated and they were usually outside. Mercenaries based on dry food feel a little unexplained.
After all, they usually roast their own meat, that is, just brush some oil, then put it directly on the fire to roast, and when it is ripe, sprinkle some salt, the taste is good, sometimes it is not bad, sometimes it will accidentally scorch, but for them The taste is not the most important. In the wilderness, safety and efficiency are the most important.
If you say that every time you want to eat like McGonagall, you don't have time to do the task, but it is rare to be able to enjoy the food cooked by professional chefs in the wilderness. It also makes everyone look forward to it.
Sam quickly came back with a big green bamboo. At the request of McGonagall, the bamboo was smashed into a bamboo stick, which was grilled with beef and purple glutinous rice. It became a charcoal fire and all of them were picked out in a stone-built oven and placed on a grill.
The mercenaries stopped talking and stared at McGonagall. It was like watching a cooking show like a wonderful performance. Every step was pleasing to the eye, although I couldn’t understand why simple barbecue needs to be subdivided into So many steps, but I can't help but look forward to what kind of delicious grilled beef skewers would be.
"The flowers are fancy, the beef skewers that come out of this are definitely not good." Eva sitting in the carriage looked at the back of McGonagall, took a bite of the whole grain cake in his hand, and then poured a large mouthful of water. I swallowed the hard cake and thought about it in my heart.
Evan took a few oranges in his hand and flew back. He fell back into the carriage and handed two oranges to Eva. He smiled and said, "Eva, eat, freshly picked oranges."
"Thank you, Master Avon." Eva's hands were covered with oranges and her hands were carefully held on her chest, as if she had gotten something very precious.
"You're welcome." Evan's eyes flashed a bit of disgust, but his face still smiled, watching McGon's brows surrounded by people, his eyes fell on his face looking forward to Xavier, his forehead has The blue veins faintly violently changed and clenched their fists.
Everything was ready, and McGonagall reached out to test the temperature and grabbed a beef skewer from the hand and placed it on the grill.
The beef is placed on a hot grill, giving a soft sound of '呲'. The red fire of the charcoal provides a raging heat. The beef covered with snowflake fat quickly changes color, and the snow becomes crystal clear. The flowers sprouted out, and the smell of beef began to float in the air, and it continued to become rich.
The mercenary’s eyes gradually brightened and they couldn’t help but sniff a few deep.
McGonagall skillfully flipped over 20 skewers of roast meat on the grill, and picked up the brush to apply a layer of butter to the beef surface when he was about seven mature.
This sauce is like a catalytic bomb, which makes the original beef flavor that has already been quite rich burst out. The smell of beef is mixed with the smell of spices.

Good fragrance!
Dennis looked at the beef skewers on the grill in an incredible way.
"The tempting scent, is this really the taste of roast beef?" Xavier sniffed deeply, his face showing a fascinating color.
"This taste...how is it possible!" Evan and Eva also looked at McGonagall at the same time, and they were unbelievable.