The fathead fish struggled wildly in McGonagall's hands, his iron-clad head jerking wildly, trying to break free from McGonagall's hands.

But McGonagall's hands clamped on it like iron pincers, and as it struggled, she picked up the black sword, and when she lifted the sword, the fathead of the two bodies had been split in two.

"This knife technique." Rom, who was a little entangled in the weapon he had forged for himself to use to kill fish, had a bright eye, and with a clean knife technique, he split the third-level big fish in half with a knife, the flat incision, the two petals of the fish that were almost indistinguishable, and the internal organs were evenly distributed on both sides without the slightest damage.

Even if the masters of all races who are usually lined up outside the store, let them shoot, I'm afraid they won't be able to do it to this extent.

The entrails were removed, the long sword was flipped over, the fine scales flew off, and in the blink of an eye, the whole fish had become a fish head evenly divided into two halves on a plate.

The tail of the fish was cut into a small section by McGonagall, because the body of this fathead fish is very short, and the meat is very fat, so there is still a piece of fish meat under the head, and the utilization rate of the whole fish is very high.

"This is probably a fathead fish specially made for chopping pepper fish heads, right?" McGonagall glanced at the small half-cut fish tail in her hand, put it on with a bamboo stick, and then put it directly on the fire to roast, this is the ugly duckling's dinner.

Remove the gills, cut a few knives on the fish, then add cooking wine, pepper, salt and other seasonings, rub well, and then set aside to marinate.

Take out the pickled chili pepper and pickled ginger purchased directly from the system, chop them on the small cutting board that comes with it, then pour in a little cooking wine and put it on a small plate for later use.

Slice the ginger, cut the green onion into sections, spread on the bottom of a large bowl, then place the marinated fish head on top and spread the bright red chopped pepper on the fish head.

A steamer was set up over the fire, and the water in the pot was fetched from a well not far away.

The heat quickly boiled the pot, and McGonagall placed the fish plate in the steamer, covered it and let the fish steam in the pot, and then just waited for it to come out.

Röm walked over to the fire at some point and looked at McGonagall in surprise.

He had never been a man who could cook for himself, he was used to filling his stomach with spirits and a large piece of meat in a tavern, and he had never watched others cook so carefully and closely.

Contrary to his imagination that the chef was crude and simple, McGonagall's dedication to cooking was better than that of any good blacksmith he had ever seen, with a calm and confident demeanor and smooth movements, allowing him to see some of his own shadows.

His focused appearance made others can't help but hold their breath and concentrate, for fear of disturbing his wonderful performance.

McGonagall turned over the fishtail, and when she looked up, Ron came to the fire with some surprise, and said with a smile: "Master Roma, please wait, it will take some time to get out of the pot." ”

"Hmm." Röm coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, though he didn't think he would lose the gamble, as it was up to him to judge whether the dish was to his liking.

In the open space in front of the forge on the corner corner, old dwarves, young cooks, and young half-elves gathered around the fire, quietly waiting for the chopped pepper fish head to come out of the pot.

The ugly duckling looked up at the fish tail with his head up, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva, the aroma of grilled fish has begun to emit, which is the taste that cats are addicted to.

McGonagall picked up the skewer and spun around to make sure the tail was roasted, and was ready to take it off for the ugly duckling.

"Father, let me taste the ugly duckling first." Amy stepped forward and said with a look of dedication to her pet.

"Meow!" The ugly duckling quickly shook his head at McGonagall.

McGonagall had a smile on her face, the little guy was really greedy, he didn't even let go of the ugly duckling's rations, looked at the small fishtail in his hand, broke a small piece and handed it to Amy, and then put the rest in front of the ugly duckling.

"Meow~"

The ugly duckling squealed gratefully at McGonagall, picked up the fish's tail and swished up to the tree next to it, and squatted on the branch to eat his own dinner.

Yami put the fish in her mouth, chewed it, and said, "Although there is no salt, it is still delicious." ”

Then she looked at the ugly duckling who was squatting on the tree.

As if sensing Amy's gaze, the ugly duckling slowly turned around and pointed his butt at her, pretending not to see it.

"Alright, that's the ugly duckling's dinner, let's make it delicious, it's not easy on the road." McGonagall said with a smile, taking out a packet of rice noodles from her bag and setting it aside, looking at the white mist of the steamer.

"Fatten you." Amy glanced at the ugly duckling, and also set her eyes on the steamer.

After steaming on high heat for about 10 minutes, McGonagall takes off the steamer, takes out the fish head, sprinkles with green green onions, drizzles with a spoonful of soy sauce, heats up the hot oil, and splashes it on top.

Whew——

A wonderful sound sounded, the hot chopped peppers spread all over the fish head, the oil drips jumped, and the hidden delicious taste was ignited at this moment.

The fiery red chopped pepper covers the white and tender fish head meat, and the hot aroma spreads over the surface.

"Gollum." Rom's throat rolled, a hint of surprise on his wrinkled face in the light of the fire, and a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"What a wonderful scent, is this really the smell of fish? The warm feeling came from the surface, making people want to dodge, but they couldn't help but step forward, it's amazing......" Rohm looked at the chopped pepper fish head with an incredulous expression, and his heart was already flooded with turbulence.

His stomach screamed uncontrollably, making him blush.

The corners of McGonagall's mouth curled slightly, and her stomach crowed, and then everything was easy, and he set up the pot again on the fire and replaced it with a pot of water.

"Master Roma, please sit here, there is only one fish to entertain tonight." McGonagall picked up the fish head and walked to the side of the simple table and chair that the old people usually used to bask in the sun, put down the fish head and invited.

Amy was already trotting over, climbed into a chair and sat down.

"Since I've promised to make a bet, I'll take a bite." Röhm thought to himself, and walked towards the small table.

"Please taste it." McGonagall handed Ron a pair of chopsticks.

Röm took the chopsticks, glanced at McGonagall, and then picked up a piece of chopped pepper and fed it to his mouth.

"No......" McGonagall tried to stop, but it was too late.

"Hmm!!"

Rom's face flushed all of a sudden, the sour and spicy taste erupted on the tip of his tongue, the whole tongue almost didn't belong to him anymore, the hot sensation spread from the tip of his tongue to all parts of his body, the chill around him suddenly disappeared, and fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Whew~"

Rohm exhaled, and this mouthful of chili pepper went down, and it felt like the whole person was transparent.

"You should eat fish." McGonagall had time to speak the rest of the story.