Chapter 1173

Fat head fish in McGonagall's hands crazy struggle, iron head crazy stirring, trying to break free from McGonagall's hands.

But McGonagall's hands were like pincers. He let it struggle and picked up the long black sword. His hands rose and fell, and the fat fish with two heads had been divided into two from the middle.

"It's a knife technique." The weapon that he had forged for himself was used by a chef to kill fish. However, Rom's eyes were bright and his knife technique was clean. He split the three-level big fish into two parts with a flat cut. There was almost no difference between the two pieces of fish. The internal organs were evenly distributed on both sides without any damage.

Even the experts of all ethnic groups who usually line up outside the shop can't do this to let them do it.

The internal organs were removed, the sword turned over, and the fine scales flew down. In a twinkling of an eye, a whole fish had become a head evenly divided into two parts on the plate.

The tail of the fish was cut by MEG. Because the body of the fat headed fish is very short and the meat is very fat, there is still a piece of fish meat under the head, so the utilization rate of the whole fish is very high.

"This is probably the fat headed fish specially made for chopping pepper fish head?" MEG took a look at the tail of the fish in his hand, put it on with a bamboo stick, and then put it directly on the fire to roast. This is the ugly duckling's dinner.

Remove the gills, draw a few knives on the fish, then add cooking wine, pepper, salt and other seasonings, wipe well, and then put aside to marinate.

Take out the pickled Chaotian pepper and pickled ginger purchased directly from the system from the bag, chop them on the side dish board, then pour in a little cooking wine and put them on a small plate for standby.

Slice the ginger, cut the scallion into sections, and spread it on the bottom of the flat bottom bowl. Then put the pickled fish head on the top, and spread the bright red chopped pepper on the fish head.

There is a steamer on the fire. The water in the steamer is drawn from a well not far away.

The fire soon brought the pan to a boil. MEG put the fish plate into the steamer, covered it and let the fish steam in the pan. Then he just had to wait for it to come out.

ROM didn't know when he got to the fire and looked at MEG in surprise.

He has never been a person who can cook by himself. He is used to filling his stomach with liquor and a large piece of meat in a pub. He has never been so serious and close to watch others cook.

Unlike his imagination that cooks are crude and simple, McGonagall's focus on cooking is better than that of the excellent forgers he has ever seen. He is calm and confident, and his actions are flowing, which makes him see some of his own shadow.

His attentive appearance, let others can't help but shut up, for fear of disturbing his wonderful performance.

McGonagall turned over the fish's tail and looked up. Unexpectedly, Roma came to the fire and said with a smile, "master Roma, please wait a moment. It will take some time to get out of the pot."

"Well." ROM coughed to hide his embarrassment. Although he didn't think he would lose the gamble, it was up to him to judge whether the dish was to his taste.

In the open space in front of the forging workshop on the corner, the elderly dwarfs, young chefs and young half elves gathered around the fire, quietly waiting for the fish head with pepper to come out of the pot.

And the ugly duckling looks up at the tail of the fish and swallows his saliva subconsciously. The smell of roast fish has begun to spread, which is the taste that makes the cat addicted.

MEG picked up the stick, made a circle, confirmed that the fish tail had been roasted, and was ready to take it off for the ugly duckling to eat.

"Father, let me taste for the ugly duckling first." Amy came forward with a look of devotion.

"Meow!" The ugly duckling shook his head at MEG.

McGonagall's face showed a smile. The little guy was so greedy that he didn't let go of the duckling's rations. Looking at the small fish tail in his hand, he broke a small piece and handed it to Amy. Then he put the rest in front of the duckling.

"Meow ~"

The duckling gave a grateful cry to Meg, picked up the fish's tail, swished and ran up to the big tree next to him, squatted on the tree and ate his dinner.

Yami put the fish in his mouth and chewed it. His eyes lit up and said, "although there is no salt, it's still good to eat."

Then she looked at the ugly duckling sitting on the tree.

Seems to feel Amy's eyes, ugly duckling slowly turned around, with the buttocks to her, pretending not to see.

"Well, it's the ugly duckling's dinner. Let it eat well. It's not easy on the way." Meg said with a smile, took out a packet of rice noodles from his bag and put it aside, looking at the steamer filled with white fog.

"Fat to death." Amy took a look at the ugly duckling and turned to the steamer.

Steam over high heat for about 10 minutes. MEG takes off the steamer, takes out the fish head, sprinkles with green scallions, drizzles with a spoonful of soy sauce, burns the hot oil, and sprinkles it on top.

Show off——

Wonderful sound sounded, spicy chopped peppers covered the fish head, oil drops in the jump, the potential delicious taste was ignited in this moment.

Red pepper covered with white and tender fish head, hot fragrance from the shop.

"Gulu." ROM's throat rolled a little, and there was a trace of surprise on his wrinkled face and a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"What a wonderful smell. Is it really the smell of fish? The warm feeling is coming from the shop, which makes people want to avoid, but they can't help coming forward. It's so wonderful... "Roma looks at the fish head with an incredible face, and there is a big wave in his heart.

He cried out of control and made his face red.

McGonagall's mouth curved slightly and his stomach screamed, so everything was easy. He put up the pot again on the fire and replaced it with a pot of water.

"Master ROM, please sit here. There's only one fish to serve tonight." MEG took the fish's head and went to the simple table and chair used by the old people to bask in the sun. He put down the fish's head and asked.

Amy had trotted over, climbed into the chair and sat down.

"Now that I've promised to bet, I'll take a bite." Roma thought in his heart, and walked to the table.

"Please taste it." MEG handed a pair of chopsticks to ROM.

ROM took the chopsticks, looked at MEG, then picked up a piece of chopped pepper and fed it to his mouth.

"No..." it's too late for MEG to stop it.

"Well

Roma's face suddenly turned red. The hot and sour taste broke out on the tip of his tongue. The whole tongue almost did not belong to him. The hot and hot feeling spread from the tip of his tongue to all parts of his body. The chill around him disappeared immediately, and the sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Hoo ~"

ROM vomited, and as soon as he took a mouthful of chili pepper, he felt that the whole person was transparent.

"You should eat fish." McGonagall had time to say the rest.