Chapter 1609

At the end of business in the evening, Dix was ordered to come and tell McGonagall that Dominic, the Minister of property rights, was taken away by the gray temple for investigation, and that both the Lord's mansion and the gray Temple launched an investigation into the Marquis family at the same time.

"Is the head of the Marquis still here?" McGonagall asked with a smile.

"The investigation is not over, and the result is not clear. However, as long as the Marquis family is not directly involved in the illegal industry, bribing the officials of the city Lord's office and occupying the illegal industry, it will be enough for him to stay in it for a period of time." Dix said with a smile.

"It's too cheap for him just to stay for a while, isn't it?"

"All the things that the Marquis family got by Dominic over the years have to be doubled. I think it's enough for him to be heartbroken for a while." Dix went on, then took out a ruling from his arms and handed it to MEG. "This is the formal ruling of the hotpot shop, with the seal of the Lord of the city on it. No one will come to the hotpot shop to preach sovereignty in the future."

McGonagall took a glance at the verdict. It was indeed stamped with Michael's seal, and it was written that the hotpot shop officially belonged to Rina. There was no doubt.

"Thank the Lord for justice." McGonagall put away the verdict, looked at Dix and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to trouble you for coming so late."

"It doesn't matter. There's something wrong with the inside of our city Lord's mansion. It's us who should apologize. Then I won't disturb boss Mai to have a rest and come back for breakfast tomorrow morning." Dix politely said goodbye.

"The matter has been settled. Those who are trying to fight for the ownership of the hot pot shop have all lived in the VIP cell next door. With this ruling, there will be no messy disputes in the hot pot shop for a while." McGonagall enters the dining room with the verdict and laughs as she prepares to leave with MIA.

"Really?" Rena received the ruling with some surprise and read it carefully. She was surprised and said, "great, so the hot pot shop can open as planned."

"By the way, I haven't asked when you plan to open? On the day of opening, Maimi restaurant closed for one day, and everyone went to support it. " McGonagall asked curiously. He's so busy these days that he forgot to ask about this important thing.

Rena slightly thought: "the decoration has been basically completed, and for the staff, Phyllis has helped me to contact a number of excellent elves. I want to have an interview with them tomorrow, and select the most suitable staff. The training period is three days, and I plan to officially start business in five days."

"It's very vigorous." McGonagall nodded with a smile. Five days later, it happened to be the daily rest day of McMillan's restaurant. I think Rena also took this into consideration.

"What's the name of sister Rina's hot pot shop?" Amy came up with the duckling in her arms and asked curiously.

"Yes, what's the name?" Mia, their eyes are also curious to fall on Rena.

"I want to name this hotpot shop as Mindray hotpot, because hotpot is created by the boss, and the new hotpot shop is my inheritance and development of hotpot." Rena covered her face, "I really name waste... Think for a long time, only think of this."

McGonagall's eyes brightened and said with a smile, "I think it's very good. It's like a sub brand of Maimi restaurant, and the implication is also good."

"Yes, I think it sounds nice, and it sounds very kind. It's our own hot pot shop." Mia nodded.

"Well, if sister Phyllis is going to open a kebab shop, can she call it Max's?" Amy asked with a smile.

"Well, the name Dafa can be reserved." McGonagall nodded deeply. He was also a nameless man.

"Then... Then I'll use that name." Rana thought he had to get the name to be Tucao, but I didn't expect everyone to make complaints about it.

When the crowd left, MEG went upstairs to wash up, and then told the two children a bedtime story. After coaxing them to sleep, he ignored Irina's eye cues and went back to his room. He locked the door, went straight to bed, took a few deep breaths, and pushed away the kitchen god testing ground.

"Let's have an eye to eye fight!"

McGonagall's eyes flashed white in front of him, and the whole wall was full of eyes. The big eyes piled together seemed to have some kind of evil light, which made his heart hairy.

"The trough! Are you toxic to the system? " MEG jumped back in surprise.

"If you want the pig's eyes to be baked well, you must have a deep understanding of the pig's eyes. The first step is to distinguish the true eye from the naked eye! Please find 100 pig eyes that meet the baking conditions from these 10000 eyes The sound of the system rang out without any emotion.

Meg's throat rolled a little. He looked at the eyes in front of him. He felt his scalp numb and had a headache.

If you want to do a good job of roast pig eye, you must eliminate the fear of pig eye. Even if you can't love it, at least you should be able to keep calm when baking, so as to avoid eye burst caused by operation mistakes.

Barbecue is an art on charcoal fire. If you want to bake perfect pig eyes, the grasp of the fire and the understanding of each pig eye will determine whether you can bake satisfactory pig eyes.

Standing in front of the pig eye wall, MEG took a few deep breaths and began to patiently find the real pig eyes in those eyeballs.

There should be a mixture of bull's eye, sheep's eye and other animal eyeballs. MEG can only rely on the experience in his mind to judge and find the real pig's eye.

This is a very detailed and long work, from the beginning of nausea, scalp numbness, MEG to the 10000 eyeballs, mood gradually numb.

In his eyes, these eyeballs, which originally radiated evil light, gradually became normal and common ingredients like corn ham. His goal was to select the required ingredients from a pile of waste products.

After the formation of this psychology, his efficiency has been greatly improved.

Soon, 120 pig eyes were selected by him from 10000 eyes, and he overfulfilled the task of the system.

"Ding!"

With a crisp voice, McGonagall's scene changed, and he appeared in the familiar kitchen.

On one side of the wall, there is also a 365 day countdown card.

"Roast pig's eye... Fortunately, I haven't eaten this dark food. I don't think it's too strict?" MEG took a basin of pig eyes out of the refrigerator and muttered to himself.

The eyeballs dug out by the roots retain the muscle fibers and subcutaneous fat around the eyeballs. The bamboo stick can't be directly penetrated through the middle of the eyeballs, but through the muscles. Otherwise, the people who can't eat will arrive at the moment of plasma explosion with a sense of ritual.