The roast chicken made by the orc brothers, the color is red, the chicken skin is shriveled, the greasy is completely eliminated, the fragrance of the roast chicken, mixed with a special spicy fragrance, at first glance it is a little nasil-punching, but it is not unacceptable, but it adds a special fragrance to the roast chicken, which is different from the ordinary roast chicken.

Unlike the roast chicken that you usually see on the grill, this chicken wrapped in loess is really the first time everyone has seen it, and the fragrance is unexpectedly attractive.

Several of the judges had not eaten lunch before, and when they smelled the aroma of this barbecue, they were naturally a little overwhelmed.

Ha Hao picked up the chicken leg on the plate and took a big bite, nodding and praising while chewing: "The roast chicken of the two brothers seems to have improved again, after you came to the city of chaos, the people in the tribe can often talk about you, saying that the roast chicken made by your brothers is the best in the whole tribe, but now you don't have to eat it orally." ”

Haga took a bite of the chicken, and also gave them a thumbs up, and praised them a few times in orc language.

The werewolf on the side grabbed a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth and chewed it, even swallowing the meat with bones, nodding and praising it: "It's delicious!" ”

Also chosen was a male elf and a female human, both of whom looked at the roast chicken in front of them, but there was a hint of hesitation and hesitation in their eyes.

As an elf, the habit of food cleanliness is much more serious than that of other races, just now the orc brothers' cooking method scared him a little, after the live chicken was killed, he didn't even carry out a simple cleaning, and the feathers were wrapped in some turbid yellow muddy water and yellow mud and put it directly into the oven for roasting.

And after the roasting was completed, although all the chicken feathers were taken away by the yellow mud, he still couldn't taste it when he looked at the roast chicken in front of him.

The elf hesitated for a moment before picking up his chopsticks and picking up a piece of chicken without skin and feeding it to his mouth.

The spicy taste of the spice rushed straight to his mouth, making him a little uncomfortable, and although he was much diluted by the ensuing taste of chicken, the spicy taste still made him a little disliked.

And the taste of the chicken is also a bit dry for him, chewing for a while before he can barely swallow it, only take one bite, and then put down the chopsticks, both the taste and the look and feel make him not want to try the second bite.

The other woman also picked up a piece of chicken and put it in her mouth, chewed it carefully, frowned slightly, and then quickly stretched it out, with a smile on her face, and continued to eat happily.

Although the orc brothers were a little surprised by the rough processing of the ingredients, this roast chicken was unexpectedly good, she liked chewy food, and this chicken had a feeling that the more you chewed, the more fragrant it became.

Except for the male elf, the other four judges all showed satisfied expressions.

On McGonagall's side, the roast chicken is still not baked.

"This boss has a hole in his brain, right? Five judges, three of them are guests who have been scolded by him before, and two of them are from the same tribe as those two orcs, he can win such judges, I will run naked live! ”

"Now there are four judges who are satisfied with the orc brothers' roast chicken, and his roast chicken has not been roasted yet, so there seems to be no suspense about the outcome of the game?"

"Tsk, this is the top six McMie restaurant on the food list, and it would be interesting to lose to a roadside stall."

The onlookers were discussing what was originally an ordinary cooking showdown, because Maimi's restaurant was in the limelight today, and there were many passers-by who wanted to watch a good show.

"The boss should be able to win, right?" Yabei Mia clenched her fists in some apprehension.

"If it can be defeated like this, it won't be him." Elizabeth looked at McGonagall's back, relaxed and freehand, unaffected by passers-by.

"Yes, Uncle McGonagall has been making this roast chicken these days, and although I haven't tasted it, it must be delicious." Anna also nodded her little head and said.

The orc brothers gave some of the remaining roast chicken to the onlookers to taste, which again caused a lot of praise and praise, and some people inquired about where the orc brothers set up a shop and set up a stall, and said that they would go to patronize it.

"Ding!"

Just then, McGonagall made a crisp sound from the oven, and McGonagall extinguished the fire, opened the lid, and removed the chicken from the stove with a shovel.

"Out of the oven?" Everyone looked at McGonagall.

The clay shell wrapped in the chicken is roasted by the fire and turns golden yellow, looking like the same golden egg, and the surface is even smoother than the egg, with a ceramic-like glaze, which is eye-catching.

Unlike the orc brothers' roast chicken, the clay shell in front of McGonagall is like a delicate work of art, and even if it is an egg, I am afraid that few people will doubt it.

"How did he roast the mud so beautifully, just in terms of quality, he has already surpassed our home-packed chicken." Fulbinen thought with a frown.

"What's the use of the mud shell looking good, eating roast chicken is not eating mud shell, if you want me to see that this mud shell has been burned into bricks, most of the roast chicken inside has also become char." The fat demon who said he was going to run naked said it again, but this would be a little lacking.

"It's called a chicken." McGonagall said aloud, then picked up the small wooden hammer and tapped it lightly in the middle of the clay shell.

"Click."

There was a crisp crackling sound, and cracks spread out from the point of striking in all directions, and then the eggshell spread out like a flower, revealing the golden roasted chicken inside.

The rich fragrance, as the eggshell blooms, is instantly released like a bomb.

"Wow!!"

The onlookers were in an uproar, and the rich aroma of roast chicken hit people, which was untouchable, and no one expected that this fragrance would be so impactful and attractive.

The golden roast chicken in the yellow mud shell seems to glow at this moment, which is eye-catching.

"Is this really the smell of roast chicken? Why do I feel the breath of summer, as if I see the swaying lotus flowers in the lotus pond in the middle of summer! ”

"It's so fragrant! Oh my God, did this boss drugged the roast chicken? ”

"Gollum ......"

Everyone was amazed by the sound of swallowing, and everyone looked at the roast chicken in front of McGonagall, trying to suppress their urge to rush forward and take a bite.

Eugene stared at a pair of big eyes, swallowed his saliva and said, "This ...... This...... This is too fragrant, isn't it?! Brother, he's a foul! ”

"The spices he uses are more suitable than ours, perfectly hidden behind the chicken, but it enhances the flavor of the chicken to the extreme." Fubinen looked at the chicken, his eyes slowly moved up to McGonagall's body, and said with a solemn face: "This is a master." ”

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