After a morning's shopping in the market in the west of the city, what we are going to eat at noon is the yellow mud roast chicken made by two Orc brothers. This kind of roast chicken, which is similar to Huaji, gives MEG a little surprise.
However, it is limited to practice.
"The control of the fire is too bad, the chicken is dry but firewood, losing the texture of the chicken itself; The seasoning is too rough and simple. What the hell is the spicy black gray seasoning on the outside of the chicken? Even if there is no wrapped lotus leaf, even if the chicken feather is not pulled out, what is the operation? Although the yellow soil knocks the chicken feather off quite clean, but this kind of method is similar to dry cleaning. Is it really OK to eat it? "
Roast chicken make complaints about the roast chicken's performance.
"What are you talking about?" Just then, the two roast chicken orcs watched MEG drink angrily.
People around him also looked at MEG with a look of watching.
McGonagall looked at the two nearly two meter tall, stout orcs for a moment, shook his head and said, "I didn't say anything?"
He make complaints about it in his heart. Can these two guys read minds? MEG was a little confused.
"Father, you say their roast chicken is not delicious." Amy nibbled at the chicken leg and whispered.
"Well?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows. Did he really say it? "
"Who are you? Are you here to smash our brothers' court? This is my ancestral method of roast chicken in yellow soil. The secret seasoning is the best in the world. In our tribe, we both make the best chicken. You must apologize to us today! " The bareheaded Orc on the left clenched his fist, waiting for MEG to drink.
"Ding!"
Baked chicken tongue and baked chicken make complaints about the hidden tasks: please make a perfect chicken in three days. The system will provide a chicken recipe and experience package, but this will not provide kitchen god trial room.
"If the mission is successful, the host will get a chance to make a big turntable for the kitchen god. If you accumulate two big turntable chances, you can get a recipe. If the task fails, 0.5 physical fitness points will be deducted and a solemn apology will be made to the chef! "
Just then, the sound of the system rang out in Meg's mind.
"The trough! System, you pit me
MEG browed his eyebrows. He knew that most of them had deliberately expanded his ideas, which led to his make complaints about what he had just said in his heart, which was a direct sign of the export.
Even in those days, he seldom smashed signboards face to face. After all, if there was a conflict, the guys who cursed him every day would rush out of the kitchen with a knife. His tens of millions of black powder could not protect him.
So he usually make complaints about micro-blog after he goes back.
But he didn't panic too much. After all, those two orcs were only level two or so. They were just ordinary orcs. Amy could fight ten each.
But McGonagall is a civilized man after all. If they can't do it well, they don't have enough skills. There's no need to fight for such a trifle.
However, this chicken is really not good.
Roast chicken has the final say, and the system has expanded and released the shit task. So MCG has no need to hide and tuck, and he took a step forward before Amy rubbed the ball. He smiled and said, "I bought you this roast chicken, naturally it is a guest. What is your roast chicken doing is delicious, it is not your final say, it is the guest who tasted the taste, and has his own judgment. What I said before is how I felt after I tasted your roast chicken. "
"What you're doing is business, not a way to make a living. You can't tolerate others to tell the truth?"
The onlookers nodded. Although McGonagall had just said something, what he said was not unreasonable. If the seller decides whether it is delicious or not, wouldn't it be a joke?
The orc looked at McGonagall calmly, but his momentum was weakened. After all, this is a city of chaos. They are not like the tribe. If they are not satisfied with anything, they will be convinced.
However, their brother lives on the yellow soil roast chicken. It's natural for him to be slandered. If he doesn't ask for an explanation and let MEG show his weakness and admit his mistake, he will lose his reputation in the future.
The orc rolled up his sleeves and came out. He looked at MEG with ox eyes and said, "bastard, you are throwing dirty water on us! In the city of chaos, you may find a second roast chicken that is better than what we made? I think you are itchy. If you want to fight, it's a man. You'll fight with me. I won't tear your nonsense mouth! "
"Eugene, don't be impulsive." One side of the orc fulbin en reached out to stop the orc, his brother's temper is a little red, was a person on the head.
MEG didn't speak. Amy looked at Eugene with a face full of joy and said, "fight? Yes, yes! If your father beat you, it's a bit of a bully. Why don't we fight? I love fighting! As long as you don't say that I cheat the big with the small. "
When they looked at Amy, they all had bright eyes, silver hair, big blue eyes, delicate face as if carved by a God, wearing a rabbit cap on his head and holding a chicken leg in his hand. He looked cute!
But the little guy didn't reach the height of the orc's waist, so he wanted to fight for her father? And also said that the orcs should not think that she is bullying big with small?
Although the tone is not small, but this big talk is still cute to burst.
McGonagall's mouth also has a smile. Amy's words are not big words. The little guy now has five levels of strength. If we really fight, it's really a little bullying.
Eugene stares at Amy for a while, then gasps from the corner of his mouth. He looks up at MEG and says, "is there a father like you? What's the ability to let that cute little guy out as a shield? If you have the ability, you can fight by yourself. I don't beat women and children! "
"It's quite principled." McGonagall wanted to laugh, but the big brother's principle was to save face for himself, otherwise he would be embarrassed to be beaten by a four-year-old girl.
"I'm here to play today, not to fight. I'm also a cook. I didn't shut up for a moment. I offended a lot. But now that I've said it, I won't take it back. This is really my feeling after I tasted this dish. If you feel unconvinced, you can bring your things to meet me at the McMillan restaurant in Aden square in three days McGonagall looked at fulbin and said, "Chef, naturally there is a duel way for cooks. Then we'll have a duel for roast chicken."