Chapter 1032

"Isn't the little one asleep?" McGonagall, holding the drumstick, was about to eat. Hearing the sound, McGonagall looked to the door in surprise. Amy in bear's pajamas was standing at the kitchen door.

"Father, it's really too much for you to have supper secretly with sister Gina behind my back. I must remember this. If there's something delicious, don't call me..." the more Amy said, the more she was aggrieved. She came in and took McGonagall's drumstick, then put it in her mouth and bit it.

"Well... Eat well!"

Amy's eyes suddenly brightened, her grievance turned into a surprise, and her sleepiness disappeared. She munched the chicken happily, and her big blue eyes were bright, as if she was tasting the most delicious food in the world, mouthful after mouthful, which was delicious.

McGonagall looked at Amy with some indulgence, and sure enough, he would not miss any supper.

"System, is the crowing chicken successful this time?" MEG asked in his heart.

"It's full of color, fragrance and flavor. Whether it's the control of the fire or the seasoning, the host's portion of Jiaohua chicken has met your requirements for Jiaohua chicken. Congratulations to the host. The task is successful and you won an advanced lottery of Kitchen God." Just then, the system sounds.

McGonagall looked at the golden lottery in his mind and was relieved that he didn't enter the kitchen god test field. It took only three days of spare time for McGonagall to make a delicious Jiaohua chicken, which was a milestone in his cooking.

The sense of urgency made him more focused on cooking, and the lower fault tolerance forced him to make progress. This time learning to cook Jiaohua chicken brought him a lot of feelings and progress.

"Father, don't you love me?"

Amy chewed up all the bones and looked at MEG wrongly.

"How can it be? My father's favorite is millet." MEG shook his head and touched Amy's head. Did the little guy have a nightmare?

"Well... You don't even ask me to get up to eat such delicious roast chicken." Amy was even more aggrieved. She looked at Gina and said, "you must like sister Gina better, so you just told her to get up and eat."

Gina, who is chewing bones, looks at Amy with a puzzled face. She doesn't know what she's talking about and continues to grind her teeth with bones in silence.

McGonagall was a little sad. He didn't expect that the little guy was unhappy because of this reason. He said with a smile, "this is the new product I've researched these days. When we were in the market that day, didn't we say that we would have a roast chicken duel with the two Orc uncles? Tomorrow is the duel day. That's why my father stayed up late to roast chicken here."

"Sister Jina, like you, wakes up and comes downstairs when she hears the sound. Her father invites her to help us try the new products. So instead of secretly having supper with Amy, we are going to make a delicious roast chicken for Xiaomi, so that Xiaomi can have the most perfect taste."

"Really?" Amy was a little more happy.

"It's true, of course." MEG passed a chicken wing with a smile.

Amy happily took the chicken wings and nodded as she ate: "I believe in my father."

McGonagall secretly wiped a sweat. Fortunately, the little guy only needs a chicken wing to appease him. Otherwise, a man and a woman are eating chicken in the kitchen in the middle of the night. It's really hard to explain.

Gina and Amy enjoyed themselves. MEG picked up a chicken wing and tasted it.

Chicken wings are crispy, but the taste is much more delicate than fried chicken. The fragrance of lotus leaf just neutralizes the greasy feeling, making the roast chicken delicious.

The crispy chicken skin, crisp and tender muscles, and the taste all bring great delicacy to MEG.

And the broken chicken bone is more chewy and fragrant.

Unknowingly, a chicken wing is completely under the belly, MEG did not even vomit bones.

Raised in Angolo gorge, the holy land of the local demons, Sanhuang chicken grows up from tree seeds. The chicken is tender and has a good taste. It may also be due to the so-called magnetic field effect of the system. The chicken also contains rich nutrition, which has a very significant effect on dehumidification.

"That's the real calling chicken." McGonagall nodded with satisfaction. By contrast, the crow chickens he ate that year were just weak chickens.

A roast chicken was soon eaten by three people, and there was still a sense of unfinished.

"Can I... Have this?" Gina asked hesitantly, pointing to the mud shell.

"Is this eggshell edible?" Amy asked curiously. She took a piece of clay shell and bit it in her mouth. Then she quickly took it out again. Looking at the two imprints left on it, she shook her head and said, "sister Gina, this one can't bite."

"Gina, if you're not full, I can make you something else." McGonagall also pointed to the refrigerator beside her. Gina almost choked when she ate the mud shell.

"I want to eat this." Gina pointed firmly at the mud shell and said.

McGonagall insisted, hesitated for a while, or nodded: "well, but you eat a little bit, don't choke."

"Thank you, Mr. McGonagall!" Gina looks happy and wants to give MEG an octopus hug.

But this time, McGonagall skilfully avoided, the children are still on the field, cuddling is not good, this kind of thing, to private.

Gina happily went upstairs with the mud shell in her hand. MEG cleaned up the kitchen and stayed with Amy to go upstairs to sleep.

"Meow ~ ~"

The ugly duckling scratched the edge of the bed and looked at the father and daughter who came in the door.

"Ugly duckling, I'm thinking about losing weight for you. Don't think about it. You'll get fat if you eat it." Amy rubbed the ugly duckling's fat face and said with a smile, "only people who can't eat fat like us can eat supper safely and boldly."

"Zhaxin..."

The ugly duckling leaned back and didn't want to talk.

"Good night, father."

Amy climbed onto the bed and kicked the ugly duckling lying on the cup to the end of the bed. Then she got into the bed, said to MEG and closed her eyes immediately.

McGonagall was lying on the bed, looking at the big opportunity in his mind. He hesitated for a moment and decided to put it aside for the time being. He would not make plans until the results of tomorrow's food list came out.

He has prepared for the worst, and this opportunity is reserved, at least a chip.

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"Did you hear that? The new food list will be released at 11 noon today

"I've heard that, I also know that the food association has abandoned the previous voting ranking system and changed it to a mysterious expert jury to cross score and get a ranking list. It sounds quite reliable. Maybe the day of looking for food according to the ranking list will come again."

"It's not necessarily. I've been disappointed by the food list for some years. I hope this time I won't change the soup or dressing."

Early this morning, many people in the city of chaos were discussing the upcoming food rankings.