Chapter 700: Don't make fish, you try to do it (second!)

"The matter of offering food to the king is like this!"
"Otherwise, how can you see the next meal and eat so many things, it must be very delicious!"
"He is said to have beaten the head chef of the Dukas restaurant in the city of chaos, and the strength is really great."
When Joe Xiu left, some of the repressed atmosphere in the restaurant was suddenly unblocked. Everyone thought that this would be a complicated judgment, and the chefs were even ready to come out and comment.
As a result, Qiao Xiu almost finished eating the three dishes, and directly decided to let McGonagall serve the king's birthday. There is no need to consult everyone's opinions at all, which is totally different from what everyone thinks.
"My father is very good!" Amy looked at McGonagamy with a look of respect.
"Let's go, let's eat too." McGonagall touched Amy's head with a smile, and the stone in his heart fell steadily. A three-fold amount of metamorphosis was a little deflated, and from Qiao Xiu. In terms of performance, it should have been clarified between him and Alex, and the whitewashing success, this trip to Luodu, the goal is also half.

Can you eat the food made by the father?
Amy asked.
"Of course, the yellow rice chicken rice is made in three parts, and you can also make a piece of steak for Amy." Meg smiled and nodded, holding Xiaomi's hand and walking toward the door.
"Great!" Amy cried happily.
"Hey~" The ugly duckling is a little anxious and seems to be hinting at what is crazy.
"There is also your share." McGonagall said with a smile.
"Ugly duckling, if you are fainted the next time you go, you will not give you something to eat." Amy was a little disgusted and pointed his finger at the head of the ugly duckling.
"喵~" The ugly duckling has some grievances and screams, as if to say that people are really dizzy.
"It’s really faint!" Amy added.
"Oh..." The ugly duckling looked down a little.
McGonagall looked at this scene with a smile. Although the ugly duckling had a pair of white wings on it, you can see its increasingly rounded figure. It doesn't look like it can fly.
It is still difficult for him to imagine that a round orange cat is flying with two small white wings. The picture is too beautiful to bear to look straight.
McGonagall took Amy out of the restaurant, and Matthew, who had a pale face, walked quickly to the table, grabbed the chopsticks used by the second emperor, and picked up a piece of fish and fed it into his mouth.
"Spicy and spicy!!!"
Just after the entrance to the fish, Matthew had only one word left in his mind. The strong spicy taste seemed to be released in the mouth after being concentrated, and it exploded instantly. The strong spicy taste even made him feel dizzy and suffocating. His face turned red and the rise of his head began with a white mist.
This is definitely not an ordinary pepper, because ordinary peppers can not be so spicy even if they put more, just a small bite wrapped in fish, it almost makes people suffocate.
Matthew doesn't understand that the reason why the second emperor is still full of praise is that he is the most delicious fish he has ever eaten.
At this time, the smell of a fish like bamboo shoots broke out, pierced from the red pepper sea, and burst into an unparalleled taste.
Matthew was born in a fishing village. At the age of 12, he learned the first fish at the old village chief. At the age of fifteen, he was brought to Luodu by a merchant. He was a ten-year apprentice at Mobo Fish Village near the Mosang River. From the old chef, I learned the whole fish banquet. The blue is blue. At the age of 26, I became the chef of Mobo Fish Village. I focused on the cooking of various fishes, making Mobo Fish Village the most famous in Luodu. The place to eat fish.
It can be said that he entered the chef's line from a fish, and he did it for 30 years. He only made fish from beginning to end.
He once believed that no one in this world knows more about fish than he does, and no one can make fish more delicious than him.
But now, Matthew's heart is shaken, this fish, biting the slightly crispy skin, but below is the fresh fish, the delicious flavor spreads in the mouth, even the strong spicy taste can not block the fish. The taste is more clear.
"Master, perhaps the taste you can't match in your life, that's it..." Matthew's chopsticks fell to the ground and burst into tears.
The restaurant was quiet, and the expressions on the faces of the people were a bit complicated. Although it was somewhat intriguing in the restaurant on weekdays, today, McGonagall’s exquisite cooking, every dish makes the second emperor’s high praise, if McGonagall Stay in the second emperor's house, think of your own prospects, how many people have a heart.
"Don't worry, I won't stay in the house. I just want to give the king a dish. After five days I will go back to the city of chaos. My restaurant is still there." McGonagall holds two jaundices. Chicken rice and two steaks came into the door, yo, and put things down, indicating that Amy was sitting opposite.
Everyone heard the words bright, although they were a little surprised, but they all breathed a sigh of relief. If he really stayed in the house, they might have to roll out and leave.
Matthew wiped a tear and walked to McGonagall's table in a few steps.
Meg looked at his face red, and there were two tear marks on his face. He stared at his Matthew and subconsciously pulled the yellow chicken rice in front of him to his side. Some vigilantly said: "Yellow chicken rice. Just two, no more."
"I have to eat it myself, this fat uncle, you still have to cook for yourself." Amy also extended her hand to protect her bowl, said a serious face.
"Under Matthew, I have just been offended. After I tasted the spicy grilled fish, I deeply felt the gap between myself and my husband. I was ashamed of what I said before. I hope that Mr. can forgive." Matthew is rushing to wheat. The grid was deeply bowed.
Maggie sighed and let go of the hand holding the bowl. It wasn’t just to grab it. He nodded slightly:
I know what can be changed, and I am very good.

Amy also put down the hand holding the bowl, pick up the small spoon and start eating the yellow chicken rice.
"Well?" Matthew couldn't understand Meg's words, but hesitated and said: "There is still something to ask, don't know how Mr. McGonagall made such a delicious fish? For thirty years, I have always been concentrating on making fish seriously, but I still can’t make amazing fish. Why is this?

"Thirty years, like a day, I only make fish, but I don’t think it’s enough to be amazing. Then you have failed in your life." McGonagall, this kind of persistence is really courageous, but if a chef’s dish is I can't even identify with myself, so how do you let the guests agree?
McGonagall for a while, seriously suggested: "Or, don't make fish, you try to do , maybe it will be a fire at once, making more money than making fish."