Half an hour.

McGonagall sat by and played with Amy and the Ugly Duckling, seemingly forgetting about the bet.

Irina sat on the sidelines with a scary look on her face, looking at McGonagall, who was giggling Amy.

This man seemed to be completely different from the man in her impression, in his body, there seemed to be countless secrets that she did not know, what happened to him in the past three years, and how did he change in the three years that they had not experienced together?

And most importantly – is the food he makes really edible?

Questions came to Irina's mind, and she looked at McGonagall, full of curiosity.

If Alex had been at the beginning, he would definitely not have told that funny story, would not have made a grimace to make his daughter laugh, and would not have been able to cook.

It's a strange feeling, even though I used to be the closest person, but now it's like I'm looking at a stranger.

Reacquainting with him also seems to be a very interesting process.

The three of them were not in a hurry or impatient, but Cindy, who was standing on the side, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, if he hadn't been warned by McGonagall just now, he couldn't help but want to remind him that they were still betting against each other, and they couldn't give up the game before it started!

McGonagall's knife skills amazed him, and she was able to cut thousands of pieces of beef into the same way, which was a real skill.

But watching him mix the beef into a pot with a bunch of messy seasonings, he was a little incomprehensible, the beef was wrapped in so many seasonings, can it still be eaten after roasting? Isn't the smell of the beef itself gone?

And looking at the notices posted on the stall truck, I felt even more congested.

Even if the beef is sold, there is still a purchase limit, and one person can only buy one!

It's not even enough to plug your teeth, is it?

And the passers-by who originally watched the excitement had already walked a lot, and some of the guests who were curious to ask when they saw the notice were also persuaded by McGonagall's statement that they were not ready to open.

Who's idle eggs are waiting for a roast beef to open?

Now the only people who can attract the attention of passers-by are Amy and Irina who sit in the seats at the back of the stall.

This bet has spread in many stalls in the food street, but there are not many people who support McGonagall, but many merchants have broken the rules and are worried that it will affect everyone's stalls here.

In the back kitchen of the Carrie barbecue restaurant, Ekeri listened to the waiter's report and sneered: "Heh, let you pretend for me, I won't clean you up after five o'clock in a while." ”

"Chef, take me one." A fat chef with a rolling pin in his hand next to him followed.

"Okay, if you have any grievances in your heart for a while, go out with me and fight until you feel comfortable." With a wave of his hand, Ekeri drew a wave of applause from the chefs.

Cindy looked left and right, and glanced at the watch McGonagall was wearing, and was a little surprised that McGonagall could wear such a small and delicate magic clock, and at the same time, her eyes lit up, and she stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "That Boss McGonagall, can you help me see what time it is?" ”

"It's going to be twelve o'clock, and it's been marinating for half an hour, and it's almost over." McGonagall glanced at her watch, got up and walked towards the stall, and laughed a little in her heart, how could he not know what the bearded boss thought, half an hour of pickling time was actually too short, but if she didn't start making it now, it would be too late.

"Come on, come on!" Cindy clenched two large fists and encouraged her.

"Boss Cindy, this kind of action is not quite suitable for you." McGonagall glanced at Cindy and said with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Come on, Father! Come on! Amy clenched two small fists and cried out in a milky voice.

"Look, this is the standard version." McGonagall looked at Amy with a smile on her face, and sure enough, it was pleasing to the eye.

"In this world of looking at faces, I can't see my interesting soul, and I chose a beautiful skin." Cindy looked distressed.

"The beautiful skin is cute and cute, and the interesting soul has a beard, this is a true or false question, and you don't need to choose it." McGonagall calmly added charcoal to the oven.

"Boss Mai, you are so ruthless!" Cindy clutched her heart.

"This action is not for you either."

Cindy said: "I leave everything to you, I hope you don't fail me." ”

"Isn't it just a roadside stall on the verge of closure, I also bought back your beef, reduced your losses today, and will also give you a temporary job as a cashier with double salary, you should thank me." McGonagall shrugged.

"Boss Mai......"

"Don't be like this, I haven't been to any lakeside, I haven't done anything to you, now, please shut up." McGonagall glanced at Cindy and didn't notice that this guy was quite good at acting.

"Okay." Cindy collected her expression and stood beside the stall with a blank face.

McGonagall, who had finally cleared, tested the temperature with her hands, picked up pieces of beef and placed them on the barbed wire grill.

As soon as the beef touched the hot grill, it immediately made a sizzling sound.

McGonagall held a brush in her left hand and quickly brushed the beef with a layer of clear oil, and soon the aroma of the beef gradually came into play.

"It's finally starting to bake? Is this beef really cut into cubes? Such a tiny one sells for a silver coin? I'm afraid this boss is crazy about money, right? ”

"I've seen sliced roasted beef, I've seen whole beef roasted, but I've never seen it cut into grains and roasted, the key is, only one grain is sold?"

"The roast beef in the Kari Barbecue Shop is really delicious, all the nobles who come and go on weekdays, even the earl can often see it, he is a roadside stall, how can he compare with others?"

Passers-by and the surrounding stall owners looked at McGonagall, who finally started, and immediately began to talk.

"Does this really make a delicious beef?" Cindy looked at McGonagall with a suspicious expression, and the words came to her lips a few times, and swallowed back, anyway, the beef roasted by his method was not eaten, and this self-knowledge was still there.

"A guest makes a stroke, and I'll watch." McGonagall took the moment to hand the pen and paper to the waiter at Cary's Rotchieri, who was about to fall asleep standing by the stall.

"Do you need it? I don't think there will be even a single guest. The waiter glanced at McGonagall through her nostrils and said with some disdain.

McGonagall slapped a pen and paper directly on his face and smiled, "I'm afraid that there will be a lot of guests in a while, and your IQ will be wrong." "You!" The waiter was directly sobered up by McGonagall's slap, covering his red face and his eyes full of anger.

"Although the words have changed a little more, the personality is still the same, right?" Irina silently lowered the chair in her hand.

"This is my gamble with your boss, and you can't afford to lose it." McGonagall pursed her lips, turned around and picked up the cumin powder and black pepper powder on the side, I don't know what to do, Lao Tzu saved your life, that one came down from a chair, but even a fifth-level demonic beast had to hit the street.

"When you lose, I'll let you know what cruelty is!" The employee gritted his teeth and clenched the pen and paper in his hand, thinking viciously in his heart.

The beef is bubbling on the grill, and the aroma has begun to spread slowly.

The cumin powder and pepper are evenly sprinkled on the beef, like a wonderful catalyst, so that the originally light beef aroma instantly bursts into a wonderful barbecue aroma, like a delicious bomb to spread in all directions.

"This scent!"

Everyone around the barbecue stand looked at it almost at the same time!

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