Chapter 1695

The girls look at MEG one after another. There is a top chef here. Does Edie want to show off his roast mutton skill in front of MEG?

McGonagall was looking forward to nodding: "thank you."

Most of the herdsmen on the grassland are experts in barbecue. Whether it's roast whole sheep on the grassland of Inner Mongolia or red willow barbecue of Luobu people, as long as they are lucky, they can always taste delicious food that can't be tasted in the city.

McGonagall learned to roast mutton kebabs and pig eyes, but he didn't dare to say that he was an expert in barbecue, but he just took advantage of the system and mastered some fur.

If you can learn from a real expert, it would be better.

Coming to this world, the biggest change for him is probably learning to lower his posture.

In the past, he always felt that there was no goal to strive for in his life. He only lived for his own pleasure, but now it's different. He really saw the depth of chef's profession, like a vast sea of stars. If he wants to become a bright star in it, he must keep learning and making progress.

"This way, please." Edie led MEG into a big tent. The inside of the tent was very simple. The blue silver grass on the ground was cut. The mud was simply tamped. There was only one clay Kang. Each family moved a little Maza and managed to get twelve. The sheepskin tent was quite warm and isolated from the wind. It just smelled of livestock.

It's nothing to the herdsmen. It's necessary for them to roll in the cattle and sheep.

But for MEG and them, the smell was a little unfriendly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please wait here. I'll roast mutton for you. Roast whole lamb is the main banquet, but it will take a long time. I'll roast some mutton for you later." Edie arranged for McGonagall and some clever girls to accompany them in the tent.

"It's the smell of sheep." Amy sniffed and looked around, but she didn't mean to give up.

After a while, several herdsmen came in with broken pottery bowls and handed the steaming sheep's milk to McGonagall's hands, with a simple and honest smile.

Although these herdsmen can't speak the common language, their warm smile still infects the people, or the thick warm milk fragrance is too tempting, so they drink the goat's milk one after another.

MEG had drunk goat's milk on the grassland. The goat's milk processed by the herdsmen, even after cooking, had a smell of smell, which was not as beautiful as he thought.

But this time the milk, but some of his expectations.

The smell of goat's milk is handled very well, almost no sense of its existence, or the goat's milk itself has no smell of mutton, and its taste is warm, fresh and sweet, which is completely different from the goat's milk he used to drink in the past. When he takes a mouthful of it, he feels warm all over, and his lips and teeth are fragrant.

"Good milk." McGonagall's eyes brightened and he couldn't help praising.

Camilla and Angela look up at MEG at the same time.

"Good goat's milk." McGonagall's face was not red and his heart was not beating. He added that it was dangerous and dangerous. He almost said something that his mother didn't want to say.

Guru Guru Nagetto.

The delicious goat's milk soon fell into everyone's belly, and the original feeling of restraint was also broken by this bowl of Warm goat's milk.

The herdsmen looked at this scene with proud smiles on their faces. Barker tribe only produces the best goat milk.

Amy put down the empty bowl, licked the corner of her mouth with her little tongue, and looked forward to it: "goat milk is good. Roast sheep must be very delicious, too!"

McGonagall handed the empty bowl to the shepherd girl to express his thanks. Then he got up and said, "I want to see them roast sheep. Do you want to go?"

"I'm going." Amy raised the ugly duckling.

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling who just fell asleep narrowed his eyes and looked puzzled.

"I want to go too, sister Sheryl. Let's go too." Anna got up and took Cheryl's hand. It was her first time to go to the grassland, but she wanted to play outside. It would be better if she could ride a horse.

"Good." Sheryl gets up.

"Let's go too. It must be great to play on the grassland." Mia pulled Elizabeth up and said with a smile.

"Well, let's go." MEG nodded and led out of the tent.

Although it is close to the snow mountain and the temperature is relatively low, the temperature is still about 10 degrees because of the bluegrass. For people from the chaotic city wrapped in ice and snow, this temperature is not a problem at all.

Moreover, the fresh air on the grassland, the snow covered mountains in the distance, and the blue sky make people relaxed and happy.

Obviously, people prefer the outside to the tent with a bit of mutton smell in the dark.

McGonagall used body language to express that they wanted to visit the process of roasting sheep. The herdsmen immediately took them around to the back of the tent. A group of herdsmen were busy slaughtering sheep, bleeding and skinning.

And not far away, there are a few herdsmen burning a fire, are throwing logs inside.

McGonagall's arrival immediately attracted people's attention. Many people put down their work and gave McGonagall a friendly smile.

Edie had just given blood to a sheep. Hearing the news, he put down his knife and turned around. He looked at them in surprise. "Dear guests, how did you come here? Please wait in the tent. The roast mutton will be ready soon."

"It doesn't matter. We are more interested in the process of roasting sheep, so we want to see for ourselves how you roast sheep." McGonagall said with a smile, his eyes were attracted by the struggling black goat whose neck had been wiped.

Last night, he slaughtered thousands of polar black goats in the kitchen god space. At a glance, he could be 100% sure that the black goat over there was just the target he was looking for.

"System, come out and have a look. I found this polar black goat." McGonagall was a little complacent, and he really had no place to find. It didn't take much time. Before he asked, the sheep came to the door by himself.

"The search for polar black goat has been completed. Please capture a polar black goat yourself before the task is really completed." The system replied.

"All right." McGonagall agreed in a relaxed tone. Since these herdsmen can catch a polar black goat, they must know where to find them. There is no difficulty in catching one.

"Why is this sheep different from those we just saw? Isn't it from the grassland? " MEG came forward and looked at the black goat and asked curiously.

"Guest good eye, this black goat is really not our grassland sheep, it only appears on the snow mountain, can run like flying on the steep cliff, very difficult to catch, but its meat is incomparable with ordinary mutton, it is the holy product of sheep." Edie said with a smile: "this one was caught by the trap we set up on the mountain yesterday. It's going to be used by the guests to make roast whole sheep."