The werewolf looked at the women, and said with some twists: "If only women can do it, I ......"

"Stop, stop!" McGonagall hurriedly raised her hand to stop it, this is really a werewolf.

Even if he really dares to wear women's clothes...... Then he doesn't dare to use it, isn't this smashing his own signboard!

It's not that he doesn't look down on women's clothing bosses, but after all, not everyone can be as beautiful and natural as Shiryl.

The conversation between the two also caused a burst of laughter from the onlookers, and everyone looked at McGonagall with appreciation in their eyes, this boss is really funny.

McGonagall looked at the judges and smiled, "You've already tasted our roast chicken, please tell me which one you think is better." ”

Everyone's eyes also fell on a few judges, although the suspense of the victory or defeat has been lost early, but the final result still has to be said from the mouths of several judges who have tasted it personally.

The elf stood up, looked at McGonagall apologetically, and said, "Mr. McGonagall's roast chicken is the most delicious roast chicken I have ever tasted, and I apologize for my previous insulting words. I'll be lining up early tonight to try this delicious chicken again. ”

"Welcome back." McGonagall smiled and nodded.

Conquering guests with food is the most rewarding feeling.

"Brother Fubinen, you are also doing a good job, but let's be honest, the roast chicken made by Boss Mai is indeed more delicious." Hello lifted his hand and pointed at McGonagall.

Haga gave Brother Fulbinn an encouraging look, then raised his hand to McGonagall.

"Although Boss Mai is reluctant to accept me as an employee, there is no way to hide the deliciousness of roast chicken, you are my favorite!" The werewolf looked at McGonagall affectionately.

McGonagall felt a chill in her heart, resisting the urge to kill the werewolf with a mallet, and looked at the last lady.

"Mr. McGonagall, I'm hardworking and capable, and I'm a quick learner, do you want to consider me?" The lady winked at McGonagall with a professional smirk, her whole body full of play.

"I'm sorry, but the restaurant doesn't need to hire people at the moment." McGonagall smiled helplessly, it was really incomprehensible why these people wanted to be waiters one by two.

"It's sad to be rejected, but I can't make a choice that goes against my heart, so I'm going to choose Mr. McGonagall." The lady covered her heart and said with a pained face.

"Mr. McGonagall, you won this duel, we lost." Fulbin took two steps forward, looked at McGonagall and said, "If you have any orders, you can ask our brother to do it, and it can be regarded as a punishment for our recklessness." ”

"We just said we were going to have a roast chicken showdown, but we didn't say there would be any punishment." McGonagall smiled and shook her head, "Besides, there was something wrong with what I did that day, and if it were me, I wouldn't have been able to swallow this breath." Today's showdown was won by luck, so this matter will be over. ”

McGonagall had a good impression of the orc brothers, and she didn't plan to pit anything from them, after all, this duel was originally cheated by the system, and both sides were innocent.

At the end of the showdown, the McMie restaurant was closed, and the onlookers dispersed.

However, the previous amazing call of the chicken is deeply imprinted in everyone's minds, and many people have made plans in their hearts, and they must come to line up early tonight, and also taste what it is like to call the chicken, it is really as divine as they say.

The women on the side tasted the called Hua chicken, and they were also full of praise, no need for any dipping sauce, and no need to add side dishes, the roast chicken itself is an unbeatable delicacy.

"You have a straightforward personality, I like it, in that case, I, Eugene, am your friend." Eugene said with a smile.

Seeing McGonagall's sincere expression, Fulbinen thought about it, so he didn't insist any longer, hesitated for a while, and then plucked up the courage to say, "Mr. McGonagall, I wonder if you can give us some advice on our roast chicken?" ”

Eugene also put away his smiling face and stood aside with his hands down and listened carefully.

In today's showdown, they lost convincingly.

Originally, I thought that the roast chicken I made was already the best in the world, but after watching McGonagall's roast chicken, I realized that my roast chicken was still far behind.

Compared to McGonagall, they were like children who had just learned to walk.

"I don't dare to say anything about the advice, but I have tasted the roast chicken you made, and you may be able to listen to some opinions." Seeing that the two of them were sincerely asking, McGonagall didn't hide it, and thought for a while: "First of all, since you want to do business in the City of Chaos, you can't still keep the idea of making roast chicken in the tribe, and if you want more guests to accept your roast chicken, it is very effective to make it clean and beautiful." ”

"Do you want to prepare the chicken in advance, and then wrap the leaves in the roast chicken and then wrap it in yellow mud?" Fu Binen was thoughtful, in the bazaar, most of their guests were demons and orcs, and it turned out that the biggest reason was this.

"So to speak." McGonagall nodded, glancing at their yellow-brown soil, "If you had used a purer, more viscous loess, it might have looked a little better, and it would have been more evenly heated in the oven." ”

Fubinn and Eugene nodded.

"The second point, in addition to clean, the taste of the roast chicken is also very important, your bite force is stronger than that of humans and elves, so the taste of roast chicken is a bit cottonwood, and it loses a lot of the deliciousness of the chicken itself, which is very unfriendly to humans and elves, appropriately shorten the roasting time, make the taste better, and improve the quality of the roast chicken."

"The third point is that the characteristic spices can be retained, but the amount can be reduced slightly, so that the aroma of the chicken can be balanced with the spices and spices, and it will become delicious. The separation of the two can make the taste unacceptable. ”

McGonagall thought for a moment, nodded and said, "That's it, just these three points, a little foolishness." ”

"Taught." Fulbinn bowed deeply to McGonagall, his eyes full of gratitude.

McGonagall's words made him feel like he had been empowered, discovering his many shortcomings and knowing where to start.

And these precious experiences, McGonagall taught him selflessly, and he was even more moved.

Eugene reacted slowly, bowed with it, got up and scratched his head, and said, "Be a chicken, you are really good." ”

"Awards, awards." McGonagall grinned on her face, MMP in her heart, this compliment, he was really a little afraid to accept it......

The Fulbinen brothers packed up their things and left, having decided to take a few days off and work on how to make a more delicious roast chicken.

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