Chapter 350

If one day someone asked MEG why he made so much delicious food, he now knew how to answer.

"I've been looking for delicious food all my life, until one day I found that what other people do can't meet the standard of delicious food in my heart, so I picked up the kitchen knife."

Well, it's very pretentious.

However, after tasting the taste of the roast fish, McGonagall felt that this was probably the reason why he chose to pick up the kitchen knife, and was able to keep practicing in the boring Kitchen God proving ground, and kept making unremitting efforts to make a dish perfect.

In order to make the perfect food in my mind, let Amy and myself taste the real delicious food, and tell those chefs who are so-called standing at the top of a certain cuisine or a certain dish that higher requirements and standards should be the driving force for progress, rather than become complaints.

Thinking of this, McGonagall felt a little moved.

"Father, why do you shed tears? Is it because it's too spicy? " Amy looked up at MEG and asked with some worry.

"Oh, no, it's just that the grilled fish thought of something." McGonagall blinked and took back the tears in his eyes. Embarrassed, he moved himself to tears.

"Eat, it's time to start working again after dinner." MEG took a look at the watch on the wall, took his mind back, looked at Sally and abelmia, and said gently that although the incident just happened was a little embarrassing, he didn't pay attention to it after all kinds of big waves.

And for him, Sally and abemia are the two little sisters working in the restaurant. There is no idea that Amy will change the name of their sister to stepmother.

McGonagall is not a saint, but he is definitely not a casual man. In his previous life, he was able to live among flowers without touching his body. In this life, with Amy, he would not be too casual.

To be a model father is the goal of his life.

McGonagall never worries about feelings. When fate comes, it comes naturally. In this respect, he is very Buddhist.

What's more, there is a mother. Although he has no memory of Elena and no feelings, she is also Amy's mother.

Maybe nothing will happen with her in the future, but before seeing her again, MEG should at least make himself look like an individual face, prove that he has taken Amy well and given her comfortable living conditions and growth space, which is about a man's responsibility.

Sometimes McGonagall had to admit that he was an affectant and not vulgar enough, but he was happy to live like this.

"This dress must have been tied too loosely in the morning, so it was just so delicious that it broke open carelessly. It seems that I can't blame the boss... But... This is the second time I've done this in front of the boss. My mother said that if the man saw me, I would have to marry this man. To this extent, do you want to marry boss Mai? But boss Mai already has Amy, and certainly has a wife. In this case, will he not want me? " With a tangled look on her face, she looked down on the grilled fish on the table and swallowed her saliva. "But this grilled fish is really delicious. If she can marry boss Mai, then she can eat all kinds of delicious food every day, right? In this case, it seems to be a very happy thing

"I don't see anything? My grandmother said that if a man other than her husband sees a body that he should not see, he should be killed or blinded. " Sally took a look at MEG from the corner of her eye, and also thought about it with some Entanglement: "but he didn't mean it. Delicious food has an extraordinary effect. This is the characteristic of the restaurant. The taste of the roast fish is really special and delicious."

"No matter! Eat first

Sally and abemia's heart almost flashed this idea at the same time, looked at each other, picked up the chopsticks on the table, re clamped a piece of fish, carefully protected their chest with their hands, and then fed the fish to their mouth.

The spicy feeling is rampant in the mouth, which brings unprecedented feeling. The simple spicy taste is different from that in peacetime. In this spicy taste, there is a kind of tongue paralysis feeling. The spicy taste is very sufficient, and the aroma is also full. With fresh and delicious fish, it brings incomparable enjoyment.

A chopstick is another chopstick. If you want to suppress the spicy feeling in your mouth, the simplest and most effective way is not to stop your mouth, so they can't stop eating at all. The sweat on their forehead has dampened their hair, but compared with delicious food, it's nothing at all!

"Sure enough, good food is the best way to resolve embarrassment." McGonagall looked at the two people who couldn't stop eating. With a sigh of relief, he looked at the ugly duckling who was trying to climb up with his legs. With a smile, he got up and took his small plate. He put two pieces of fish on the ground and said seriously, "ugly duckling, this fish is super spicy. Make sure you can bear the spicy taste before you decide to eat it."

"Ugly duckling, if you eat this spicy food, it may explode." Amy is also followed seriously said, or constantly spit out a small tongue, although good spicy, but really good to eat ah.

"Meow, meow," the ugly duckling nodded her head and couldn't wait to rush over. She sniffed and took a bite.

"Meow!"

The ugly duckling let out a long cry, and jumped up half a meter in place. The soft hair on his body exploded directly, and suddenly turned into an orange ball. It was like a ball bouncing in place. It looked very cute and interesting.

"Ha ha ha, ugly duckling, stupid to death." Amy was up and down with laughter.

MEG couldn't help laughing and shaking his head. When he was eating grilled fish in Sichuan, there was a cat in the shop. He ate half spicy grilled fish at his feet. The whole process was calmer than him, so he gave the ugly duckling some spicy grilled fish. However, it seems that the little guy can't adapt to the spicy taste.

The ugly duckling jumped away from the grilled fish on the plate with a look of panic. After a while, he slowly stopped.

"Ugly duckling, do you want any more?" Amy asked, looking at the ugly duckling.

"Meow, meow," the ugly duckling quickly shakes his head, licks his mouth, looks tangled for a long time, and then slowly gets close, sniffs, bites, and then re incarnates into an orange ball, jumping around the restaurant.

"It's very honest of the body to say no." McGonagall shook his head with a smile. He did not care about the ugly duckling who was wandering between enjoyment and pain. He picked up a piece of vermicelli.

Translucent vermicelli has perfectly absorbed the red sauce. It looks crystal clear with red color. The chopsticks shake slightly and are full of elasticity.