Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

"I'm going to find some wild fruits." Evan jumped out of the carriage lightly, then fled towards the mountains and forests, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight. He obviously didn't want to eat the things made by Mag, and the look just now made him inexplicable Heart palpitations, subconsciously wanting to stay away from Mag.

Mag naturally has no objection to this. He didn't want to cook for them, and now it just suits him.

After bled the buffalo, Emmag suddenly remembered something, looked sideways at Sam and said, "Brother Sam, you are familiar with this area, can you get me a bamboo tree, I want to cut it into bamboo Sign for beef kebabs."

"This is easy to handle, I'll get it for you right now." Sam nodded, turned around and climbed towards the mountain beside him.

"Roast beef kebabs? Brother McGonagall, this beef needs to be eaten to be enjoyable. If it is skewered, will it look too stingy?" Dennis leaned forward and said, with a bit of worry.

"If one skewer is not enough, eat a few more skewers. Such a big bison must be enough." Mag said with a smile. To the bone, the movements are smooth and flowing, pleasing to the eye.

"Such a powerful knife skill. If you want to practice such a knife skill, I'm afraid it's impossible to do it without years of hard work?" Sivir couldn't help admiring Mag's skillful movements, and Magna The focused expression also made her a little dazed. On him, she seemed to see someone's shadow, constantly turning up the memory deep in her heart.

The mercenaries surrounding him also had expressions of admiration. In terms of strength, Mag may not be able to match them, but this delicate and skilled knife work is really technical, and the control over the knife is really too strong.

"Father, can you eat a lot of skewers of millet?" Amy raised her head and looked at Mag expectantly and asked.

"Well, of course Xiaomi can eat as much as he wants." Mag looked at Amy and nodded lovingly.

After processing the beef, Mag estimated the food intake of everyone. In addition to all the beef brains, he also cut two large pieces of beef tenderloin, washed them with mountain springs, and then took out various seasonings and ingredients from the backpack. Spices, and there's even a folding iron pan for the grill.

Mag bargained with the system to buy this when he was on the road. You can use local materials for barbecues in the wild, but you must pay attention to the grill pan, otherwise it will be smoky and difficult to control the temperature. Greatly affects the quality of the barbecue.

"Brother McGonagall, other mercenaries come out to do missions with light clothes, and they carry life-saving things with them. You... you came out with a kitchen on your back." Dennis looked at Mag with a strange expression. I couldn't help complaining about things all over the place.

"Take care of the children, there must be more things to prepare." Mag said with a natural expression, turned on the kettle and poured Amy a glass of water, and then took some spring water for the ugly duckling to drink. paper bag of marinated beef.

"Brother McGonagall is really a good father. My little boy is about the same age as the little girl. He makes a fuss every day to follow me to the wilderness, but I never took him out once." Scott pointed at Mag. A thumbs up, with a slightly emotional expression.

"When he grows up, he will know that Brother Scott is a good father." McGonagall stopped his hands, looked up at Scott and said with a smile. After all, not everyone's children are all fourth-level magic Teacher, don't you take your child to the fire pit with you in the wilderness?

"I hope." Scott also had a smile on his face.

Mag began to prepare the roast beef step by step, and the mercenaries sat on the ground, chatting, and watched in surprise as Mag sat and prepared the roast meat in a way they had never seen before. The process was so complicated that they who were usually outside The mercenaries who mainly rely on dry food feel a little unconscious.

After all, they usually grill their own meat, that is, brush some oil casually, then put it directly on the fire to roast, and finally sprinkle some salt when it is almost cooked.

But taste is not the most important thing for them. In the wilderness, safety and efficiency are the most important.

If you have to eat like Mag every time, you will have no time to do the task, but it is rare to be able to enjoy the food cooked by a professional chef in the wilderness, which makes everyone look forward to it.

Sam soon came back carrying a big green bamboo. At Mag's request, the bamboo was split into bamboo sticks, strung with marinated beef pieces and purple gold mink meat, and burned on wood. All the charcoal fires are picked out and put into the oven built with stones, and put on the grill.

The mercenaries stopped talking and stared at Mag intently. Watching him cook is like watching a wonderful performance. Every step is pleasing to the eye. There are so many steps, but I can't help but look forward to how delicious such a delicate grilled beef skewer will be.

"It's fancy, the beef kebabs made this way will definitely not taste good." Sitting in the carriage, Eva glanced at Mag's back, took a bite of the coarse grain cake in her hand, and then took a big gulp of water. Swallowing the dry and hard cake, he thought firmly in his heart.

Evan flew back with a few oranges in his hand, landed on the carriage again, handed two oranges to Eva, and said with a smile, "Eva, eat, freshly picked oranges."

"Thank you Master Evan." Eva took the orange with both hands full of surprise, and held it carefully in front of her chest, as if she had gotten a very precious thing.

"You're welcome." A trace of disgust flashed in Evan's eyes, but he still kept a smile on his face. Seeing that Mag was surrounded by everyone, his brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes fell on the expectant Sivir. The blue veins popped faintly, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Everything was ready, Mag reached out to test the temperature, grabbed a handful of beef skewers from his hand and put them on the grill.

The beef is placed on the hot grill, and there is a light "呲" sound. The fiery red charcoal fire provides raging heat, and the beef covered with snowflake-like fat on the surface quickly changes color, and the snowflakes become crystal clear and oily. The flowers burst out, and there was a faint smell of beef in the air, and it was still getting stronger.

The eyes of the mercenaries gradually brightened, and they couldn't help taking a few deep sniffs.

Mag skillfully turned over twenty skewers of roasted meat on the grill at the same time, and picked up a brush to brush the prepared sauce on the surface of the beef when it was about seven ripe.

This sauce is like a catalytic bomb, causing the already strong beef aroma to erupt instantly, and the aroma of beef mixed with spices spreads to the surroundings.

"It smells so good!" Dennis looked at the beef skewers on the grill in disbelief.

"It's so tempting. Is this really what roast beef should taste like?" Sivir took a deep breath, with a fascinated look on his face.

"This smell...how is it possible!" Evan and Eva also looked at Mag's hand at the same time, with disbelief on their faces.

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