Chapter 1921

The city of chaos is a complex city, a different city.

People from all races come here to build this city of freedom and equality under the restriction and guidance of a set of peculiar rules.

The Empire of Los continued to consolidate the centralized feudal dynasty. The wind forest abandoned the soul of freedom. The elves lived more and more like human beings. The goblins dug deep caves to prepare for the next race war. The orc tribe still maintained the tradition of nomadic hunting. The demons fought for the land. The Dragon soared in the sky but had the most severe race suppression.

However, the chaotic city has been constantly opening up and innovating. In the past 100 years, it has changed from a wasteland, a war criminal prison, to such a thriving city.

Shortly after daybreak, Milo and garland got up, carried their bags, and walked on the streets of the chaotic city. Looking at the open breakfast shops on the roadside, they saw the smiles on the faces of those who got up early.

This is an angry city.

Such anger is not common in LoDo.

Those who live in the bottom, no matter how hard life can not be any change, their faces can not see the expectation and enthusiasm for life.

And in the city of chaos, you can see the smiles on people's faces everywhere.

Even if they only buy a copper coin on the side of the road, they can also eat extra delicious feeling.

Happiness is probably the most attractive and attractive aspect of the city.

"I used to think that this city didn't even have delicious food. People living here must be unhappy, but now it seems that this idea is too narrow-minded." Milo grinned with shame.

"Yes, if I didn't come here in person, I would never have thought that the happiness of this city would be so strong." Garland nodded with approval, "and now there is a restaurant in this city that is envied and yearned for by all the food in the world."

"I'm more curious about the breakfast at McMillan's now." Milo said with a smile, today may be a very memorable day in his career. For the first time, he will interview a restaurant owner with the story behind the delicious food.

In the past, he was filling the heads of those bosses with dirty stories.

Milo, they arrived early enough, but unexpectedly, there were scattered guests waiting in line at the door of the McMillan restaurant.

In addition, there are many cleaners gathering at the door of the restaurant, it seems that they are also waiting for dinner.

"Will breakfast prices go down at mcmillas?" Milo asked curiously to the guest standing in front of him.

"The price on the menu will not change. Boss Mai has been preparing breakfast for cleaners for some time, so that they can have a steaming breakfast after working for a few hours." The guest seemed to see what Milo was thinking and explained with a smile.

"I see. Boss Mai is really a good man." Milo nodded thoughtfully.

With the high unit price of dishes in Maimi restaurant, it's not a small expense to prepare breakfast for so many cleaners every day. What's more, it's hard to do a good job of breakfast distribution before the start of business every day, which will undoubtedly squeeze his original rest time.

Before long, the door of the restaurant opened, and a female employee came out with a big iron bucket in her hand, and began to distribute preserved egg and lean meat porridge to the cleaners in an orderly manner.

With the smell of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, the heat diffused in all directions.

"It smells good." Milo's throat rolled for a moment, looking at the cleaners with a large bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and muttered, "suddenly I want to be a cleaner."

"You're the one. Maybe people don't want you." Garland squinted at him.

For breakfast, Milo ordered a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, followed the advice of the guests at the same table and ordered a set meal of soybean milk and fried dough sticks.

Preserved egg and lean meat porridge broke his imagination of porridge. I don't know what kind of animal laid the preserved egg with the tender lean meat. It's so delicious. After a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, I just feel warm all over.

The combination of fried dough sticks and soybean milk overturned his imagination of breakfast.

Crispy fried dough sticks, a bite full of crisp fragrance, better than all fried snacks, but also with a trace of sweetness, the more chewy the more delicious.

Another sip of sweet and delicious soybean milk, the taste is more delicate and smooth than milk, after swallowing, the mouth is full of fragrance.

Of course, this is not the ultimate way to eat.

Will be cut into short strips of fried dough sticks with chopsticks picked up, immersed in soy milk, until the fried dough sticks slightly soft, it immediately picked up, and then bite.

The soft fried dough sticks with a trace of tenacity are stained with the sweetness of soybean milk. Both the taste and the level of taste have increased countless times, becoming a brand new food.

"It's a genius to come up with such a wonderful match." After drinking the last drop of soy milk in the bowl, Milo put down his chopsticks and couldn't help exclaiming.

"I quite agree with that." Garland also put down the bowl.

"No wonder Randy, they don't want to leave here, not because they have no pursuit and ideal, but because they don't want to leave when they come. It's paradise." Milo looked at the direction of the kitchen, McGonagall's body seemed to exude a mysterious light.

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At the end of the morning, Milo and garland were received by McGonagall.

"Is this an interview?" MEG poured the tea for Milo and garland and said with a smile.

"This is our first interview with chefs. If you have read our magazine, you should know that our style towards food is always a bit serious and critical." Garland said with a smile.

"So I should be honored."

"No, it's our honor to meet boss Mai to talk about the story behind the delicious food. Today's breakfast, we are once again impressed by your superb cooking skills and new and special ideas." Garland was busy. He didn't want to impress MEG with arrogance.

McGonagall looked at garland and said with a smile, "before the interview, may I take the liberty to ask you about the influence of whole foods magazine? For example, the number of subscribers to new issues? "

Garland was a little surprised by McGonagall's problem, but he quickly said with a smile: "shiquanshimei is the leader in the food magazine industry. After decades of development, it has become one of the most influential food magazines in Nolan mainland. The number of new magazines published each month is tens of thousands of copies, which radiates hundreds of thousands of people, about 10000 million."

"Even Princess Vanessa of the Ross Empire, a loyal reader of our magazine, wrote to me." Milo added with a smile.

"She seems to read all kinds of food magazines, and occasionally she will write to some gourmets she thinks may have livelihood problems to encourage them to stick to it." MEG glanced at Milo and said faintly.

Milo: --

Garland's eyes were a little erratic, trying not to laugh.

This is what Vanessa said herself. She often does this kind of thing these years, and occasionally helps these gourmets to get through some difficult days.

In this world of lack of entertainment and inconvenient information circulation, it is very good that a food magazine can achieve this level.

McGonagall knew that Garland's so-called "radiation million" must have some moisture, but tens of thousands of magazine sales are real, which means that as long as he is interviewed, this interview will appear in the new issue of readers who buy magazines.

"What do you want to ask?" MEG poured himself a cup of tea and sat back comfortably.

"Can we start with Mr. McGonagall's experience as a chef? Mr. McGonagall is so young to have such wonderful cooking skills, and constantly create so many delicacies. He must have been born into a family of chefs and began to learn cooking skills from childhood, right Garland asked with a smile.

"Not really." McGonagall shook his head and said calmly, "being a chef is just because of my interest. I have never learned cooking from anyone, and there is no family of chefs. A few months ago, I thought I should improve the level of food in the world, so I have this restaurant."

Garland:???

Milo:???

They both looked at McGonagall with some inexplicable meaning.

Yes, big breasted brother. It's so forced that people don't know how to answer the phone.

Originally, I thought that boss Mai seemed to get along well, and the interview should be conducted in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. Unexpectedly, as soon as I sat down, boss Mai had a direct showdown.

McGonagall looked at their expressions and was a little confused. Was it too simple?

Garland, after all, is a professional editor in chief. He soon realized that McGonagall's way of speaking is easier to ignite the topic, so he followed his words and said, "what do you mean when you say you want to improve the level of food in the world?"

"Let more people eat real food, rather than make do with ordinary food, let those fake food have no way to escape, improve people's ability to appreciate food, and even let every ordinary person learn one or two dishes that they can cook." McGonagall said with a smile, "this is my vision, and what I call a higher level of food."

Milo opened his mouth slightly and looked at McGonagall with surprise and appreciation in his eyes, which was not what he thought.

"It's a great and wonderful vision." Garland sincerely praised that as a gourmet, he is also looking forward to seeing such a grand scene.

"You have created so many strange and delicious foods. Where did your inspiration come from? You know, many of these foods are unheard of, and we can't even imagine that they can be cooked like this, such as Jiaohua chicken wrapped in mud shell, such as bean curd made of soybeans. "

McGonagall said with a smile: "I can only be regarded as a tactician standing on the shoulders of the wise ancestors, and life is the source of all inspiration. What you don't know doesn't exist, it's just that your knowledge is limited. "