Chapter 16

After Mo Bai yelled out, he felt a little embarrassed. He just questioned everything, but now he asked for a bowl. He felt a little pain in the face.

"The main reason is that the little girl ate so delicious that she couldn't resist it for a moment..." Mo Bai took a look at Amy, who was eating so delicious on the other side. He said in his heart, took back the head that stretched out to the front unconsciously, and put on a cool posture again. "In fact, I don't really want to eat it. I just think that if I want to give the little girl some face, I'll just eat it reluctantly."

"Yes, just a moment, please." McGonagall nodded. Of course, he would not say anything more at this time, but he couldn't help laughing at the moment of turning around. This arrogant tone was really interesting.

"Dwarf grandfather, rainbow fried rice is really delicious." Amy swallowed the rice in her mouth, scooped up a big spoon again, and continued, "do you think this fried rice is very beautiful? Do you want to eat it?"

Mo Bai looked at the rice wrapped with golden eggs on the spoon, mixed with fried rice of various ingredients, and the pure sky eyes of the little girl holding the spoon, subconsciously nodded.

"I'll show you." Amy nodded, then opened her mouth and ate all the fried rice on the spoon. As she chewed, she said happily, "delicious, delicious."

"..." Mo Bai opened his mouth and looked at the girl who was completely immersed in the fried rice in front of him. For a moment, he felt that he wanted to say a lot, but he couldn't say it.

If there was a man sitting on the opposite side, the heavy hammer would have been on his head. But looking at the cheerful little girl, she was not angry at all.

Even... It's cute?

Originally, Mo Bai, who had been fighting for iron all morning, was a little hungry. Now seeing the little girl eating happily, she felt even more hungry. If she hadn't been rational, she would have wanted to grab a few spoonfuls.

Soon, McGonagall put the rice for two into the electric cooker and cooked it. Then he came out with a fried Yangzhou fried rice and gently put it in front of Mobai. He said with a smile, "your Yangzhou fried rice."

Mo Bai's eyes had been completely attracted by the fried rice in front of him. The strong fragrance of scallion and eggs came to his face, and his saliva began to secrete. He had never smelled such an attractive fragrance on food before,

Besides the rice, there was a layer of golden eggs, which was slightly oily. It seemed to glow under the light. The colorful ingredients cut into rice grains mixed with the rice, and the color was bright. So many kinds of ingredients mixed together, they were fried directly with oil, and there was no pepper and salt beside them, Has the food been seasoned? This completely overturned Mobai's cognition of eating.

MEG stood by and looked at it calmly. In fact, she was also a little nervous and expectant. Although Amy's feedback was delicious, after all, in her heart, the best thing to eat was pretzels, so her opinions could only be used as a reference.

Mo Bai can be said to be the first guest in the true sense, and his reaction and feedback are more valuable. Maybe we can judge whether Yangzhou fried rice is in line with the appetite of people in this world.

"What kind of cooking is this? Will it really taste good? " Mo Bai had some doubts in his heart, but driven by the fragrance, he could not help holding the spoon, scooped a full spoon, fed it to his mouth and chewed it a few times.

The egg almost melts in the mouth. The winter bamboo shoots and green beans cut into grains of rice are crisp and delicious. The rice wrapped in eggs is full of sweet taste after chewing. The soft and waxy ham is kneaded into the rice, and there seems to be the taste of shrimp in it. All kinds of tastes are included here. When you take a bite, you feel warm all over, Between the lips and teeth there is still the fragrance of rice.

Mo Bai's eyes lit up all of a sudden,

yummy! It's so delicious! How can there be such delicious food in the world!

Mo Bai only had this idea in his mind, and the spoon he held in his hand could not help but scoop a big spoon into his mouth. Later, he simply grabbed the plate with one hand, and the spoon with one hand, mouthful after mouthful, and couldn't stop at all!

600 copper is expensive? Such delicious food is not expensive even for 1000 copper coins.

Compared with this, the barbecue in fryer's tavern is simply shoddy. I'm afraid I can't accept the scorched taste that I could tolerate before.

Such a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice is like a well prepared one from a master. It's the first time that he's tasted such delicious food in his hundreds of years of eating all over the continent of Nolan.

Before the question of McGonagall, and those in the heart of irony, now all lost in the back of my mind, face what, in front of such food, that's a fart!

What's more surprising to Mo Bai is that after eating Yangzhou fried rice, the warm feeling is not an illusion, but a real feeling. It makes people feel comfortable. It seems that something is nourishing the body. After a morning's heavy hammer, the fatigue is rapidly alleviated and eliminated.

It's like drinking a bottle of recovery magic water, but the recovery is softer and more comfortable. From the inside to the outside, there will be no more tired feeling after the magic potion, which reminds him of the holy spring of the elves: the spring of life.

"Grandfather dwarf, is rainbow fried rice delicious?" Amy giggled and looked at Mo Bai who couldn't stop eating. "Xiaomi said you would love the taste."

McGonagall stands aside, smiling. Mobai's performance has already explained everything. Such a Yangzhou fried rice has no resistance for him, so there's no need to worry about the restaurant's popularity. It's a good start.

"Yes, I've fallen in love with the taste." Mo Bai put down his plate, looked at MEG and said, "boss, give me another Yangzhou fried rice. Yangzhou fried rice is really delicious."

"The system suggests that the host implement the purchase restriction system, which can greatly improve the expectations and stickiness of diners." Just then, the sound of the system suddenly sounded.

McGonagall was stunned for a moment and asked in his heart, "system, aren't you a vegetable seller?"

"This system is mainly responsible for urging the host to learn cooking skills and supplying the required food materials." The system stressed that it seems to be dissatisfied with the positioning of McGonagall.

"That's OK. You'd better sell vegetables well. This is my restaurant. If you have money, you can't make money. Do you think I'm stupid? I've got a job to do McGonagall's mouth curled. He wants people to eat a hundred now.