The City of Chaos is a complex city, a city like no other.

People from all races have come here under the constraints and guidance of a peculiar set of rules to build this city of freedom and equality.

The Loth Empire continues to consolidate centralized feudal dynasties, the Forest of the Winds has abandoned free souls and become more and more human-like, goblins burrow deep for the next race war, orc tribes still maintain nomadic hunting traditions, demons fight for territory, and dragons soar through the sky with the strictest racial suppression.

The city of chaos has continued to open up and innovate, and in the past 100 years, it has gone from a wasteland and a prison for war criminals to a thriving city like it is now.

Soon after dawn, Milo and Garland got up, carrying their bags, and walked on foot through the streets of the chaotic city, looking at the breakfast shops that were opening one after another on the roadside, and seeing the smiles on the faces of those who got up early as the heat rose.

It's a city that's alive again.

This kind of anger is not common in Luodu.

Those who live at the bottom and cannot change no matter how hard they try to live, they do not see the expectation and enthusiasm for life on their faces.

And in the City of Chaos, you can see smiles on people's faces everywhere.

Even if they only buy a sweet shortbread with a copper coin on the side of the road, they can still eat it with a particularly delicious feeling.

Happiness is probably the most charming and attractive aspect of the city.

"I used to think that the people who live here must not be happy because the city doesn't even have good food, but now it seems that this kind of thinking is too narrow." Milo smiled a little ashamedly.

"Yes, if I hadn't come here in person, I really wouldn't have imagined that the city's happiness is so strong." Garland nodded approvingly, "Moreover, there is still a restaurant in this city that is the envy and yearning of foodies all over the world." ”

"I'm curious about what breakfast at McMie's will be like." Today is perhaps the most memorable day of his career, as he will be interviewing a restaurateur for the first time with the story behind the food, Milo laughs.

In the past, he used to make up 10,000 words of dirty stories for those bosses.

Milo and the others had come early enough, but they didn't expect that there were already scattered customers queuing up at the entrance of Maimie's restaurant.

In addition, there are quite a few cleaners who are gathering in front of the restaurant, and it seems that they are also waiting for food.

"Will the price of breakfast at Maimi's restaurant be lowered?" Mylo asked curiously to the guest standing in front of him.

"The prices on the menu don't change, and Boss Mak has been preparing breakfast for the cleaners for a while so that they can have a steaming breakfast after a few hours of work." The guest seemed to see what Milo was thinking, and explained with a smile.

"I see, Boss Mai is really a good person." Mylo nodded thoughtfully.

With the high unit price of the dishes at Maimi's restaurant, preparing breakfast for so many cleaners every day is a big expense, and what is even more difficult is that he has to do a good job of distributing breakfast before the start of business every day, which will undoubtedly squeeze his original rest time.

Not long after, the door of the restaurant opened, and a female employee walked out with a large iron bucket in one hand and began to distribute preserved eggs and lean porridge to the cleaners in an orderly manner.

The hot air carried the aroma of preserved eggs and lean porridge, spreading in all directions.

"It smells so good." Milo's throat rolled, looking at the cleaners with a large bowl of preserved eggs and lean porridge, and muttered, "I suddenly want to be a cleaner." ”

"Just you, maybe no one wants you." Garland glanced at him.

For breakfast, Milo ordered a bowl of preserved egg and lean pork porridge, and ordered a soy milk fritters set at the suggestion of the guests at the same table.

Preserved egg and lean porridge refreshed the upper limit of his imagination of porridge, I don't know what kind of animal laid the preserved eggs, with tender lean meat, it is so delicious, a bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge belly, I only feel that the whole body has become warm.

The combination of fried dough sticks and soy milk subverted all his imagination for breakfast.

Crispy fritters, full of crispy flavor in one bite, are better than all fried snacks, and there is a hint of sweetness, the more you chew, the more flavorful it becomes.

Take another sip of sweet and delicious soy milk, the taste is much more delicate and smooth than milk, and after swallowing, the mouth is still full of fragrance.

Of course, this is not the ultimate way to eat.

Dip the fried dough sticks cut into short strips with chopsticks and dip them in soy milk, and when the fried dough sticks are slightly soft, they are immediately picked up and bitten.

The fritters with a hint of tenacity in the softness are dyed with the sweetness of soy milk, and the layering of both texture and taste has risen countless times, turning it into a new delicacy.

"To be able to come up with such a wonderful match, Boss Mai is really a genius." After drinking the last drop of soy milk in the bowl, Milo put down his chopsticks and couldn't help but admire.

"I couldn't agree more." Garland also put down the bowl with some unhappiness.

"No wonder Randy is reluctant to leave here, not because they don't have pursuits and ideals, but because they don't want to leave when they come, it's simply heaven." Milo looked in the direction of the kitchen, and McGonagall seemed to radiate a mysterious glow on her body.

……

At the end of the morning, Mylo and Garland were greeted by McGonagall.

"Is this an interview?" McGonagall poured a cup of tea for Milo and Garland, and said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time we've interviewed a chef, and if you've read our magazine, you'll know that our approach to food has always been a bit serious and critical." Garland also said with a smile.

"I should be honored to say that."

"No, it's our honor to have Mr. Mak talk about the story behind the food, and for today's breakfast, we are once again impressed by your exquisite cooking skills and new and special ideas." Garland hurriedly said that he didn't want to leave a haughty impression on McGonagall.

McGonagall looked at Garland and smiled, "Before the interview begins, may I take the liberty of asking you about the influence of Whole Foods magazine?" For example, the number of subscribers to a new issue? ”

Garland was a little surprised by McGonagall's question, but he quickly smiled: "Whole Foods is a leader in the food magazine industry, and after decades of development, it has become one of the most influential food magazines on the continent of Nolan, with tens of thousands of new issues issued every month, affecting hundreds of thousands of people, which is about 10,000 million. ”

"Even Princess Vanessa of the Los Empire is a loyal reader of our magazine and has written to me." Milo added with a smile.

"She seems to read every food magazine, and occasionally writes letters to foodies who she thinks may have problems with their livelihoods, encouraging them to persevere." McGonagall glanced at Milo and said lightly.

Mylo: "......"

Garland's eyes wandered, and he tried not to laugh.

Vanessa said this herself, and she had done it a lot over the years, occasionally giving these gourmets a little money so that they could get through some difficult days.

In a world where there is little entertainment and information circulation, it's a good idea that a food magazine can do this.

McGonagall knew that Garland's so-called Radiant Million must have some moisture, but the tens of thousands of magazine sales were solid, which meant that whenever he was interviewed, the interview would appear in the new issue of those who bought the magazine.

"What do you want to ask?" McGonagall poured herself a cup of tea and sat back in her chair.

"Shall we start with Mr. McGonagall's cooking experience? Mr. McGonagall must have been born into a family of chefs and learned to cook at a young age. Garland asked with a smile.

"Not really." McGonagall shook her head and said indifferently: "Being a chef is just a matter of interest, I haven't learned cooking from anyone, and I don't have any family background as a chef, a few months ago, I felt that I should improve the level of cuisine in this world, so I have this restaurant." ”

Garland:???

Milo: ???

The two of them looked at McGonagall's gaze with a bit of inexplicability.

It's okay, big-breasted brother, this forced pretend, people don't know how to answer.

I thought that Boss Mai seemed to be very easy to get along with, and the interview should be conducted in a relaxed and happy atmosphere, but I didn't expect that when I sat down, Boss Mai had a direct showdown.

McGonagall glanced at the expressions of the two, and wondered a little in her heart, could it be that what she said was too simple?

Garland, after all, is a professional editor-in-chief, and soon realizes that McGonagall's way of speaking is more likely to detonate the topic, so he follows his words: "You say that you want to raise the level of food in this world, what do you mean by that?" ”

"Let more people eat real food, instead of taking those ordinary and ordinary foods, so that those fake foods cannot be hidden, improve people's appreciation of food, and even let every ordinary person learn one or two dishes that they can cook." McGonagall smiled, "That's my vision, and what I call a higher level of cuisine. ”

Mylo opened his mouth slightly, looking at McGonagall's eyes full of surprise and appreciation, which was not what he was thinking.

"It's a great and beautiful vision." Garland was amazed that as a foodie, he was also looking forward to seeing such a grand scene.

"You've created so many amazing and delicious foods, where did you get your inspiration? You must know that many of these foods are unheard of and we can't even imagine that they can be cooked in this way, such as called chicken wrapped in mud shells, such as tofu brain made from soybeans. ”

McGonagall smiled, "I can only be regarded as a trickster who stands on the shoulders of wise ancestors, and life is the source of all inspiration." What you don't know doesn't exist, it's just that your knowledge is limited. ”