Chapter 982

"How can there be such a beautiful and exquisite restaurant in the world? Even Luodu has never seen it." Angus looked around at the restaurant and his eyes were filled with wonder. He had a good family back then. He was a famous restaurant in lodu, but he didn't leave any of them. However, in terms of delicacy and beauty, none of them could match this Maimi restaurant.

Of course, in his eyes, shop gold inlaid diamond is not beautiful, can only say more dazzling.

But the two huge crystals in Maimi's restaurant have completely surpassed the countless gold and gems, which is amazing.

"It must be very expensive in such a restaurant, isn't it? But I... "Angus touched the only copper coin in his pocket and sighed silently in his heart. He felt as if he was sitting on a needle blanket under his buttocks. He was restless and could only drink one mouthful after another with the water in his cup.

More than ten minutes later, McGonagall came out with a portion of braised pork and a bowl of rice, put it in front of Angus, and said with a smile, "this is braised pork. The restaurant is going to launch a new product today. No guests have tried it yet. Old man, please help me to try the taste."

"How fragrant Angus's eyes had brightened, and the strong smell of meat came to his nose, better than any meat he had ever eaten.

Then look at the braised meat in the black pottery bowl. It's fat and thin, and its color is bright red. Even the skin of the meat looks like a crystal Q bullet, which makes people want to swallow.

"Meat... I can smell it just by its fragrance. It's absolutely a rare delicacy in the world. It's just that my teeth are bad and I can't bite meat for many years. I can only appreciate the kindness of the boss." Angus sighed. It's a pity that this delicious food can only be seen but not eaten. It's really a pity.

McGonagall said with a smile, "don't rush to a conclusion. It's a friendly dish for old friends. If you don't try it, how can you know if it's suitable?"

"Can I bite, too?" Angus smelled that there was a trace of surprise on his face. Looking at McGonagall with a smile on his face, he hesitated for a while and picked up his chopsticks to pick up a piece of braised pork.

The square shape of pork, pigskin, fat and lean meat are very distinct. It is a piece of meat that people usually feel fat and greasy, but now it seems that people want to try it.

Angus put the braised pork to his mouth and took a bite of the most difficult pig skin.

"Well!"

The pigskin, which is full of toughness, is easily cut by his broken teeth. It seems that he doesn't feel the slightest block. Under the pigskin, the fat melts in the mouth, chews carefully, and has no pressure.

Sweet and soft braised meat, fat but not greasy, a bite, sweet gravy spilled from the meat, the delicious braised meat in this moment has been the most perfect release.

Angus's taste buds cheered for the long lost taste of meat, and he couldn't help indulging in the delicious food he had never experienced.

Delicious braised pork, with soft rice, one mouthful after another, drives away all the cold in winter, making people immersed in the warm delicious.

He thought of some people, his wife, his son around his knee. Those years were the happiest time in his life.

If that didn't happen, now their family is in Luodu, they should be able to live a very happy life.

A tear fell from Angus' old face and fell to the ground.

Angus put down his chopsticks, looked at the empty bowl in front of him, looked at McGonagall and said, "thank you, boss. This is the most delicious food I've ever eaten."

"I'll give you another bowl of rice." McGonagall said with a smile. He picked up the bowl and went to the kitchen. Soon he came out with another bowl of rice.

It seems that this stewed pork has a very good adaptability. Even the old man with bad teeth can have another bowl, which is a successful investigation.

Angus finished his second bowl of rice and a bowl of braised pork. There was not a drop of soup left.

"I have wine and meat. Let's have a drink." MEG came out with a plate of roast beef kebabs and two large glasses of beer, one in front of Angus and one in front of himself.

"This... Costs you again." Angus was full of guilt, but he could not help rolling his throat when he looked at the white bubbling beer in the dozen beer glasses and the aroma of wine floating in the air.

He used to be a man who couldn't sleep without a drink before going to bed. But later, in order to go further, he really couldn't afford to drink, so he gradually gave up. It should have been more than half a year since he drank half a drop of wine. The last time he drank, he found a broken wine can and drank a few mouthfuls of wine mixed with rain.

MEG raised the glass and motioned. Angus held the glass carefully with both hands and MEG motioned. Then he took a sip from the edge of the glass.

The cool and refreshing beer is sweeter than the spring in the mountains, with a light aroma of barley and a special flavor.

It's similar to barley wine, but it's more refreshing and delicious than barley wine.

"Good wine." Angus sighed and tried to take a big drink. The greasy part of the stewed pork disappeared completely. Although it was cold in winter, it was more pleasant for an old alcoholic.

A large glass of beer, Angus soon finished, belched.

McGonagall gave him another drink, and then said, "old man, I'm still a portrait artist. If you believe me, maybe you can tell me what your child looks like. I'll draw you what he might look like now. If you take the picture to find someone, you may have a better chance of success."

"Really?" Angus looks at MEG in surprise.

"Yes." MEG nodded.

"My child..." Angus began to meditate, and then intermittently began to describe the physical characteristics of the child who disappeared 25 years ago.

According to the instruction of the system, McGonagall made a guiding memory of him, trying to restore a real image instead of the image living in Angus' imagination.

"There's a mole on the left side of the eyebrow, a crescent shaped scar on the back of the head, and his real name is Beck Barzel..." McGonagall began to confirm the key information.

"Ding! Information collection completed

"Ding! Gene sampling complete! "

"Entering the stage of analysis and drawing, according to the probability of genetic mutation, this system will draw three possible looks, and provide views in three directions!"

The sound of the system sounded in Meg's mind.

"Well done, I'll give you a copper coin." McGonagall said with satisfaction.

"To serve you is the honor of the system, and the system will wholeheartedly provide you with better service!" The system's excited, flattering voice rings.