Chapter 979: The first experience of braised pork

"How can there be such a beautiful and exquisite restaurant in the world, even if it is Luodu, I have never seen it before." Angus looked at the restaurant from around, and his eyes were full of wonder. He was also a very rich family. The restaurant, he did not fall, but the exquisite and beautiful, really no one can match this Mimi restaurant.
Of course, in his eyes, paving gold and diamonds is not too beautiful, only to say that it is more dazzling.
The two huge crystals of the Meme Restaurant have completely surpassed the countless gold and precious stones, which is amazing.
"In such a restaurant, the meal must be very expensive? But I..." Angus touched the only copper coin in his pocket, and sighed silently in his heart, feeling as if sitting under a needle blanket, some fidgety I can only drink the water in the cup and sip it.
Ten minutes later, McGonagall came out with a braised pork and a bowl of rice and placed it in front of Angus. He smiled and said: "This is braised pork, the restaurant is ready to launch today, there are no guests yet. I tried it, old man, how can you try it for me?"
"Good fragrance!" Angus's eyes are already bright, and the rich flavour of the flesh comes from the meat that he has eaten in the past.
Look at the braised pork in the black pottery bowl, fat and thin, the color is red and bright, even the skin is full of crystal-like q-bomb feeling, people want to swallow.
"Meat... It’s only smelled by this smell. It’s definitely a rare taste in the world. It’s just that my mouth is not good. I have been unable to bite the meat for many years. The boss’s kindness, I can only take it. Angus sighed with a sigh of relief. It’s a pity that there is a bit of a look. It’s a shame that such a delicious taste can’t be eaten.
McGonagall said with a smile: "Don't rush to make a conclusion. This is a dish that is very friendly to older friends. If you don't try it, how do you know if it is appropriate?"
"Can I also bite?" Angus heard a strange color on his face. He looked at the smiling Meg, hesitated for a while, or picked up a chopstick and picked up a piece of braised pork.
The box-shaped pork, pork skin, fat meat, and lean meat are exceptionally distinct. It is obviously a piece of meat that makes people feel fat on weekdays. Now it seems to make people want to try it.
Angus put the braised pork on his lips and took a bite out of the most unpalatable pigskin on weekdays.
"Ok!"
On weekdays, the tough pig skin was easily cut by his broken tooth. It didn't feel the slightest blockage, and the fat under the pig skin was even the entrance. Chewing, biting is like nothing, no pressure.
Sweet and soft braised pork, fat but not greasy, gently bite, the sweet gravy overflows from the meat, the delicious taste of braised pork is the perfect release at this moment.
The long-lost meat taste made Angus's taste buds cheer, and the delicious taste that he had never experienced was even more so that he couldn't help but indulge in it.
The delicious braised pork, served with soft rice, followed by a bite, drove off all the cold of winter and immersed in the warmth of the delicious.
He thought of some people, their husbands and wives, the sons who were surrounded by knees, and those years were the happiest time in his life.
If this did not happen, now their family of three in Luodu should be able to live a very happy life.
A tear fell slowly from Angus's old face and landed on the ground.
Angus lowered the chopsticks in his hand and looked at the empty bowl in front of him. He looked at McGonagall: "Boss, thank you, this is the most delicious food I have ever eaten."
"I will give you another bowl of rice," Meg said with a smile. He took the bowl and walked toward the kitchen, and soon he took another bowl of rice.
It seems that this braised pork has very good adaptability. Even the uncle who has a bad mouth can come back to a bowl. It is also a successful investigation.
Angus finished the second bowl of rice, and a bowl of braised pork was completely eaten, and there was no drop of soup.
"I have wine and meat, let's drink two glasses." Maggie walked out with a plate of roast beef and two large glasses of beer, a cup in front of Angus, and a cup in front of himself.
"This...and it cost you a lot." Angus looked at his face and looked at the beer with white bubbles in the beer mug, and the wine in the air, and the throat could not help but roll. a bit.
He used to be a person who couldn't sleep without a cup before going to bed. But later, in order to go further, he couldn't drink alcohol. He gradually quit, and he should have been drinking half a drop of wine for more than half a year. The last time I drank, I found a broken wine can and drank a few drinks with rain.
McGonagall screamed at the glass, and Angus carefully held the cup with his hands and gestured to McGonagall, then took a sip on the edge of the glass.
The cold and refreshing beer is swallowed, more sweet than the clear springs in the mountains, with a hint of barley aroma and a special aroma.
It is similar to barley wine, but compared to the barley wine with a bitter taste, this refreshing beer has made it drink and wants to drink again.
"Good wine." Angus sighed and tried to drink a big mouth. The greasy oil that had previously eaten the braised pork completely disappeared. Although the winter entrance was a bit cold, it was more fun for an old drunkard. Dripping.
A large beer, Angus soon finished drinking and took a nap.
McGonagall gave him another cup and said: "The old man, I am actually a portrait artist. If you believe me, maybe you can tell me your child's looks. I will paint you a picture of what he is now possible. Look, if you look at someone with a picture, the chances of success may be greater."
"Really?!" Angus looked at Meg in surprise.
"Yes." McGonagall nodded.
"My child..." Angus began to fall into meditation, and then began to describe intermittently about the physical characteristics of the child who disappeared twenty-five years ago.
According to the instructions of the system, McGonagall guided his memories and tried to restore a real appearance instead of the image that lived in Angus's delusion.
"There is a black scorpion on the left side of the eyebrow and a crescent-shaped scar on the back of the head. The real name is Baker Bazer..." McGonagall began to confirm the key information.

Hey! The information is complete!

"Hey! Gene sampling is done!"

Into the analytical painting stage, based on the probability of genetic mutation, the system will draw three possibilities and provide a view in three directions!

The sound of the system sounded in the mind of McGonagall.
"Do well, reward you with a copper coin." McGonagall said with satisfaction.
"Serving for you is the honor of the system, this system will be happy to provide you with better service!" The system is excited and charming.