Chapter 703

"The offer of food to the king is settled like this!"

"Otherwise, what else? When do you see your highness eating so many things at a meal, it must be very delicious!"

"He is said to have won the duel with chef bayat of Ducas restaurant in the city of chaos. He is really powerful."

As soon as Qiao Xiu left, some of the depressing atmosphere in the restaurant was immediately unsealed. People thought it would be a complicated judgment, and the chefs were even ready to comment.

As a result, Qiao Xiu finished almost all the three dishes by himself, and decided to let MEG serve the dishes on the king's birthday. He didn't need to consult the public at all, which was totally different from what they thought.

"My father is so powerful!" Amy looked at MEG admiringly.

"Come on, let's eat too." McGonagall touched Amy's head with a smile, and the stone in his heart fell steadily. A three portion of abnormal spicy food was a little relief. Moreover, from the performance of Joe Xiu, he should have separated himself from Alex and succeeded in whitewashing. The purpose of this trip to lodu was also half achieved.

"Can I have the delicious food made by my father?" Amy asked expectantly.

"Of course, the stewed chicken rice is for three, and you can make another steak for Amy." MEG nodded with a smile, took Xiaomi's hand and walked towards the door.

"Great!" Amy cried happily.

"Meow, meow," cried the ugly duckling anxiously, as if it were implying something.

"It's your part, too." Meg said with a smile.

"Ugly duckling, if you pretend to be dizzy next time, you won't be given food." Amy, a little disgusted, pointed the ugly duckling's head with her finger.

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling shriveled his mouth in some grievances, like saying that people are really dizzy.

"I really can't feel dizzy!" Amy added.

"Meow..." the ugly duckling lowered his head.

McGonagall looked at the scene with a smile. Although the ugly duckling had a pair of small white wings on its back, its increasingly round body didn't look like it could fly.

It's hard for him to imagine a round orange cat flying with two small white wings. The picture is so beautiful that he can't bear to look directly at it.

MEG took Amy out of the dining room. Matthew, who was a little pale, quickly walked to the table, grabbed the chopsticks used by the second prince, picked up a piece of fish and fed it to his mouth.

"Hot, hot, hot!"

As soon as the fish came into his mouth, Matthew had only one word left in his mind. The strong spicy smell seemed to be concentrated and released in his mouth. It exploded instantly. The strong spicy smell even made him feel dizzy and suffocated. His face turned red, and a white mist rose above his head.

This is definitely not ordinary pepper, because even if you put more ordinary pepper, it can't be so abnormal. It's just a small bite wrapped on the fish, which almost suffocates people.

Matthew didn't understand why the second prince was so full of praise that he thought it was the most delicious fish he had ever eaten?

At this time, the smell of fish like bamboo shoots burst out of the ground, pierced out from the red pepper ocean, blooming out of the incomparable delicious.

Matthew was born in a fishing village. At the age of 12, he learned the first course of fish from the old village head. At the age of 15, he was taken to Luodu by a businessman. He worked as an apprentice for ten years in the Maupassant fish farm beside the mosang river. He learned the whole fish feast from the old chef. He was outstanding in the blue. At the age of 26, he became the chef of Maupassant fish farm, focusing on the cooking of all kinds of fish, Let Mopo fish farm become the most famous fish eating place in lodu.

It can be said that he has been a cook for 30 years since he was a fish.

He once thought that no one in the world knew how to make fish better than him, and no one could make fish more delicious than him.

But now, Matthew's heart shakes, the fish, bite open slightly crispy skin, but below is fresh fish, crisp delicious spread in the mouth, even the strong spicy can not stop the delicious fish, but it is more clear.

"Master, maybe that's the taste you can't reach in your life..." Matthew's chopsticks fell to the ground, and his face was full of tears.

The restaurant is quiet, and the expressions on people's faces are a little complicated. Although there are some intrigues in the restaurant on weekdays, today Meg's superb cooking skills and every dish are praised by his Highness the second prince. If MEG stays in the second prince's house, people will feel sad when they think about their future.

"Don't worry, I won't stay here. I just come to offer a dish to the king. In five days, I will go back to the city of chaos. My restaurant is still there." MEG came in with two stewed chicken rice and two steaks. He leisurely put the things down and motioned Amy to sit opposite.

When they heard that, they were surprised, but they were all relieved. If he really stayed at home, they might have to pack up and leave.

Matthew wiped his tears and walked a few steps to Meg's desk.

McGonagall looked red with two tears on his face. He stared at his Matthew and subconsciously pulled the stewed chicken rice in front of him to his side. He was a little wary and said, "there are only two stewed chicken rice, no more."

"I have to eat my own food, too, fat uncle. You'd better cook by yourself." Amy also put out her little hand to protect her bowl and said seriously.

"I've just offended a lot. After tasting the spicy roast fish, I deeply feel the gap between myself and my husband. I'm ashamed of what I said before. I hope my husband can forgive me." Matthew made a deep bow to MEG.

McGonagall let go of his grip on the bowl. He didn't want to grab the food. He nodded slightly and said, "if you know what's wrong, you can correct it

Amy also put down her hand to protect the bowl, picked up the small spoon and began to eat the stewed chicken rice.

"Well?" Matthew didn't understand McGonagall's words, but he hesitated for a moment and said, "I have another thing to ask. I don't know how Mr. McGonagall made such delicious fish? I've been making fish for 30 years, but I still can't make amazing fish. Why

"Thirty years is like a day when you concentrate on making fish, but even you don't feel amazing enough. Then you have failed enough in your life." McGonagall curled his lips. This kind of persistence is indeed commendable. But if a chef can't even identify with his own dishes, how can he make the guests identify with them?

McGonagall thought for a while, and seriously suggested: "otherwise, you don't want to be a fish. You can try to be a fish. Maybe it will be hot all of a sudden. It's more profitable than fish."