Chapter 725: Funny soul with a beard

Half an hour.
McGonagall sat on the side with Amy and the ugly duckling, and seemed to have forgotten to gamble about it.
Irina sat on the side of her face and looked at Meg, who smirked Amy.
This man seems completely different from the man she impressed. On his body, there seem to be countless secrets she did not know. In the past three years, what happened to him, they have never experienced together. In the three years, how has he changed?
The most important thing is that the food he made can really eat?
One problem appeared in Irina's heart. Looking at Meg, my heart was full of curiosity.
If Alex was the original, it would definitely not tell the interesting story. It would definitely not make a face to make her daughter laugh, and would not cook.
This feeling is wonderful, obviously the most intimate person, but now it is like watching a stranger.
Re-recognizing him seems to be a very interesting process.
Their family of three is not anxious, and the ants on the hot pot who are standing on the side of Cindy are not just being warned by McGonagall. He can’t help but remind him that they are still betting on it. This will give up the game without starting!
McGonagall's knife made him quite amazed. He could cut thousands of beef, which is true.
But watching him mix the beef into a pot with a bunch of messy spices, and let him some do not understand, the beef is wrapped in so many spices, can you eat it? Isn't the meat flavor of beef itself gone?
Looking at the notice posted on the small car, I feel more worried.
Beef on the sale of it will be considered, and even limit purchase, one can only buy one!
This is not enough for the teeth?
The passers-by who were originally watching the lively have already gone a lot. Some of the guests who saw the curious and inquired before, were also dismissed by McGonagall, who was not ready to open.
Who is the idle egg that is opening in this roast beef?
The only thing that can attract the attention of passers-by is Amy and Irina, who are sitting in the seats behind the stalls.
This gambling spread in many stalls in the food street, but there is not much to support McGonagall. On the contrary, there are many merchants who have broken the rules and worry that it will affect everyone to set up stalls here.
After cooking in the Carre rotisserie, Eccle listened to the waiter's report and sneered: "Oh, let me install it for me. I can't pack you for five."
"Chief chef, take me a slap." The fat chef with a rolling pin in his hand followed.
"Well, I will go out with me if I have any resentment in my heart, and I will be comfortable until I am comfortable." Aikey waved his hand and attracted the chefs for a while.
Cindy looked around and glanced at the watch worn by McGonagall. Some of them were surprised that McGonagall could wear such a small and delicate magic clock. At the same time, the eyes were bright, and they came together and whispered. Road: "The wheat boss, you help me see what time is it?"
"It’s twelve o’clock, it’s been marinated for half an hour, and it’s almost the same.
McGonagall looked at the watch and got up and walked toward the booth. He wanted to laugh. He wouldn’t know the idea of ​​the boss. The half-hour pickling time is actually too short, but if you don't start doing it now, it's too late.
"Refueling!" Cindy encouraged two big fists to encourage him.
"Cindy boss, this kind of action is not for you." McGonagall looked at Cindy and said something complicated.
"Father and adults cheer! Come on!" Amy held two small fists, and shouted milk.
"Look, this is the standard version." McGonagall looked at Amy, his face showed a smile, and it was really pleasing to change to Amy.
"This world of looking faces, I can't see my interesting soul, I chose a beautiful skin." Cindy looked sad.
"The beautiful skin is cute and cute, and the funny soul has a beard. This is a judgment question. You don't need to choose it." McGonagall calmly added charcoal to the oven.
"Mc boss, how are you!" Cindy glared at the heart.
"This action is not for you."
Cindy said: "I will give you everything, I hope you will not let me down."
"Isn't it a roadside stall that is on the verge of bankruptcy? I also bought back your beef, reduced your loss today, and will give you a double-paying cashier to work temporarily. You should thank me for it. "Meggie shrugged."
"Mae boss..."
"Don't be like this, I haven't been to the lakeside, and I haven't done anything to you. Now, please shut up." McGonagall looked at Cindy and didn't find this guy to play.
"Okay." Cindy put up her expression and stood blankly at the small car.
Finally, the cleaned McGonol tried the temperature by hand and picked up a piece of beef and placed it on the wire mesh grill.
As soon as the beef touched the hot grill, it immediately made a sound of anger.
McGonagall held a brush in his left hand and brushed a layer of clear oil on a piece of beef. Soon, the scent of beef gradually came out.

Is it really roasting? Is this beef really granulated? Is this a small one selling a silver coin? Is this boss afraid of thinking about money and going crazy?

"Beef I have seen sliced ​​roast, I have seen roast whole cattle, but I have never seen it cut into a grain of roast. The key is to sell only one?"
"The roast beef in the Karui barbecue shop is really delicious. The sunrise is all aristocratic. Even the count can often see it. He is a roadside stall. How is it compared with others?"
Passers-by and the surrounding stall owners looked at McGonagall, who had finally started, and suddenly talked about it.

Is it really delicious to roast beef?
Cindy looked at McGonagall with suspicion, and then she licked it back a few times, and anyway, the beef he baked was no one to eat. This self-knowledge is still there.
"A guest makes a stroke, I will watch." McGonagall took the paper pen on the side and handed it to the Curry rotisserie waiter who was about to fall asleep next to the small stall.
"Need? I don't think there will be even one guest." The waiter glanced at Meg with his nostrils, and said something disdainful.
McGonagall shot the paper pen directly on his face and smiled. "I am afraid that the number of guests will be wrong with your IQ. You!" The waiter was directly awake by the slap of Meg. With a red face, his eyes were full of anger.
"Although the words have changed a bit, but the character is still similar?" Irina quietly put down the chair in her hand.
"This is the gambling game between me and your boss. You can't afford it." McGonagall, turned and picked up the cumin powder and black pepper powder. I don't know what to do, but I saved you. The little life, that one chair down, but even the five-level Warcraft must pounce on the street.
"When you lose, I will let you know what is cruel!" The employee clenched his teeth and clenched the pen and paper in his hand, thinking in his heart.
The beef sizzles on the grill and the scent has begun to spread.
The cumin powder and pepper are evenly sprinkled on the beef. It is like a wonderful catalyst. The original beef flavor that has been light is bursting out with a wonderful barbecue scent. It spreads like a delicious bomb in all directions.
"This fragrance!"
Everyone around the barbecue stall saw it almost at the same time!
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