Chapter 873: Princess... Should I agree?

McGonagall opened the fire and turned to look at Felice standing aside. He smiled and said: "I am not used to explaining the process of cooking food for the guests. This does not respect food or respect the guests, so you will watch at noon. I can see how much I can read."
"Yeah." Felice nodded seriously, her face full of serious expressions.
McGonagall didn't say more, a spoonful of clear oil was put into the pot, the oil was hot and the spices were in the pan, the scent began to overflow, and the ingredients were poured into the pot in an orderly manner. The iron pan and the shovel danced in the hands of McGonagall. Jumping high, then falling lightly, the action is flowing.
Felice looked at me in a foolish way. If she said that she uses the most stringent standards to make her every step perfect, it guarantees the rigor and stability of the food, and in the process, after all. It looks a bit rigid.
But looking at McGonagall is a kind of visual enjoyment. The muscular body is almost integrated with the iron pot in his hand. Looking at the very heavy black iron pot, he dances in his hands, like a light weight. Feathers, the movements of the body are a kind of rhythm that people can enjoy, and people can't help but immerse themselves.
And this is just the beginning, a pot, two pots, three pots, four pots!
At the same time, the four pots are operated at the same time. Yangzhou fried rice and black pepper steak are double-sided at the same time. On the grill on the side, there are hundreds of skewers of beef. McGonagall walks between the pots. The movements are clean and neat. .
The fried rice is out of the pan, the steak is placed on the plate, the beef skewers are sprinkled with cumin powder, and a portion of the food is taken out of the kitchen and delivered to the guest's table.
Felice's eyes are getting brighter and brighter. If she is replaced by her, even if she only cooks a dish, she can't reach the speed of McGonagall, let alone multi-purpose, and do so many dishes at the same time.
What's even worse is that even if you make so many foods at once, every dish looks perfect, there is no slight difference between them, just look at it and it is full of tempting taste. The smell in the air is already She had to swallow when she had lunch.
The praises of the guests continued to come from outside, and their faces were filled with happy smiles, as if there was only one delicious food in front of them, happiness was so simple.
Felice did not doubt their feelings, because at noon today she tasted the delicious, that is the taste that can cure everything.
"If I can, I want to be such a chef." Felice looked at McGonagall, an idea she had never had before, rising from her heart, and then firmly occupying her heart.
From the beginning of her sensibility, she is only Princess Irina in her life. She studies floral, learns cooking, and learns to pinch her back... All in order to better serve the Princess, to make her feel comfortable and happy.
Yes, she never thought about what she wanted to do.
In her world, only the princess.
Now, for the first time, she wants to do something for herself.
Perhaps he left the forest or saw a wider world.
The princess is still important in her heart, but the idea that suddenly comes to my heart is still difficult to erase.
Become a chef, a chef who can cook dishes for the guests, a chef who can bring happiness to more guests... a bold and clear goal.
"Princess... should you agree?" Felice was slightly worried, but looking at the McGee, who was turning in front of the stove, his eyes were gradually firmer.
"This is your Yangzhou fried rice." Yabei Mia gave Abraham the first dish. Because of Meg's words, the mood was a little frustrated and the awkward eyes of Abraham suddenly lit up.
Fried rice is a kind of civilian food. It can be seen in the food street of Luodu. It is usually fried with rice and eggs. Different chefs will add some other ingredients, but most of them are made of egg and rice. Mainly.
As a senior foodie, Abraham also tasted some fried rice. Except for Renhe Food Street, it was not bad. He had not eaten fried rice that would allow him to have a second desire.
The same is fried rice, the so-called 'Yangzhou fried rice' in front of him to surprise him.
Mixing all kinds of ingredients at first glance is a bit messy. This is a low-level practice in the eyes of professional chefs, because the differences in different ingredients will affect each other. Too many ingredients are mixed together, and the taste and taste are difficult to blend.
But the delicious smell of the face, but it seems to refute his thoughts, the fragrance of eggs and various ingredients is so rich, so that he can not strengthen his own ideas.
Set your heart and look at it again, and the surprise in Abraham’s eyes grew stronger.
All the ingredients were cut to the size of the rice, and even the green beans were cut into rice grains. What surprised him was the egg wrapped in rice.
Unlike the fried rice that he usually sees, the eggs are separated from the rice. In this fried rice, the eggs are perfectly wrapped in rice. Each one looks golden, and there is no slight adhesion.
"This... how did this happen!" Abraham said to himself, he had never seen such fried rice.
The stronger the scent in the air, the already hungry stomach screamed, and he couldn’t help but pick up the spoon and sip a spoonful of fried rice to his mouth.
The scent of chopped green onion and the scent of the egg scented, and the egg wrapped in the rice was almost imported. The taste of the rice and the ham was so delicate. The rice wrapped in the egg was chewy and full of sweet taste. The taste of the ingredients is spread in the mouth, constantly hitting the taste buds, and the scent still fills the mouth after swallowing.
"This taste is absolutely perfect!"
Abraham looked shocked and the previous doubts had vanished.
The diversity of ingredients does not affect the taste of fried rice, but the original fried rice has a rich taste and layering.
"I didn't expect a simple fried rice, but I was able to make such a wonderful taste. It really is a wheat boss!" Abraham couldn't help but pick up the spoon again, enjoying the delicious food one after another. Feeling that they are blooming on the tip of the tongue, I only feel that the suffering suffered in these days is nothing at all, and is completely cured by this happiness.
"Ding!"
When the spoon touched the plate and made a soft whistle, Abraham looked down at the plate that didn't know when it was empty. He said with a smile: "The waiter, please give me another one... No, it is three. !"
"Guest, if you just said what you said, have you already promised?" Ami Mia looked helplessly at Abraham.
"This..." Abraham's face suddenly looked at him, looked at the direction of the kitchen, struggled for a while, or sighed: "That's next time."
"Gourmet is in front, but can't eat more... It's too painful!" Abraham looked at the direction of the kitchen with some resentment.

I heard that the owner of this restaurant has a three-four-year-old half-elf daughter?
Outside the restaurant, a figure wearing a straw hat stopped.