"The matter of offering food to the king is thus decided!"

"Otherwise, what else can you do, when do you see His Highness eating so many things for a meal, it must be very delicious!"

"He is said to have defeated Chef Beate of Ducasse in a duel in the City of Chaos, and his strength is really very strong."

As soon as Qiao Xiu left, the somewhat oppressive atmosphere in the restaurant was suddenly unsealed, and everyone thought that this would be a complicated judgment, and the chefs were even ready to come out to comment.

As a result, Qiao Xiu ate almost all three dishes by himself, and directly decided to let McGonagall serve the dishes on the king's birthday, without the slightest need to consult everyone's opinions, which was completely different from what everyone thought.

"Father, you're amazing!" Amy looked at McGonagall with adoration.

"Let's go, let's have dinner too." McGonagall smiled and touched Amy's head, the stone in her heart fell steadily, a three-part perverted spicy is a small relief, and judging from Qiao Xiu's performance, he should have cleared the relationship between him and Alex, and the whitewashing was successful, and the purpose of this trip to Los Angeles was half achieved.

"Can I eat my father's food?" Amy asked, expectantly.

"Of course, the yellow braised chicken rice is made for three people, and you can also make another steak for Amy." McGonagall smiled and nodded, took Millet's hand and walked out the door.

"Great!" Amy exclaimed happily.

"Meow~" The ugly duckling chirped a little anxiously, as if he was crazy about hinting at something.

"Yours too." McGonagall laughed.

"Ugly duckling, if you pretend to be faint next time you go to the sky, I won't give you anything to eat." Amy tapped her finger at the ugly duckling's head with some disgust.

"Meow~" The ugly duckling pursed his mouth a little aggrieved, as if to say that people are really dizzy.

"It's really dizzy!" Amy added.

"Meow ......" The ugly duckling lowered his head a little coyly.

McGonagall watched this scene with a smile on her face, although the ugly duckling had a pair of small white wings on its back, but its increasingly round body did not look like it could fly.

It's still hard for him to imagine a round orange cat being carried away by two small white wings, the picture is too beautiful to bear to look at directly.

McGonagall took Amy out of the dining room, and Matthew, who was a little pale, walked quickly to the table, grabbed the chopsticks that the second prince had used before, picked up a piece of fish and fed it to his mouth.

"Spicy Spicy Spicy !!"

As soon as the fish meat was eaten, there was only one word left in Matthew's mind, the strong spicy taste seemed to be condensed and released in his mouth, and it exploded instantly, the strong spicy taste even made him feel dizzy and suffocated, his face turned red, and a white mist rose above his head.

This is definitely not an ordinary chili, because even if you put more ordinary chili peppers, it is impossible to be so spicy and perverted, just a small bite wrapped in fish meat is almost suffocating.

Matthew didn't understand, just because it made people experience a terrible spicy taste, why the second prince was full of praise and thought it was the most delicious fish he had ever eaten?

At this moment, the aroma of fish bursts out of the ground like spring shoots, piercing out of the sea of red peppers, blooming with an incomparable deliciousness.

Matthew was born in a fishing village, learned the first fish at the age of twelve from the old village chief, was brought to Los Angeles by a merchant at the age of fifteen, worked as an apprentice for ten years at the Maupor Fish Village next to the Moisan River, learned the whole fish feast from the old chef, and became the head chef of Maupor Fish Village at the age of twenty-six, focusing on the cooking of various fish, making Maupor Fish Village the most famous place to eat fish in Lato.

It can be said that he entered the cooking profession from a fish, and he has been making fish for 30 years, from beginning to end.

He once conceited that there was no one in the world who knew how to make fish better than him, and no one could make fish more delicious than him.

But now, Matthew's heart was shaken, this fish, bite into the slightly crispy skin, but below is the tender fish, crispy and delicious spread in the mouth, even the strong spicy taste can not stop the deliciousness of this fish, but it seems clearer.

"Master, maybe the taste you said you can't reach in your lifetime is like this......" The chopsticks in Matthew's hand fell to the ground, and he was already in tears.

The restaurant was quiet, and the expressions on everyone's faces were a little complicated, although there was some intrigue in this restaurant on weekdays, but today, McGonagall's superb cooking skills, every dish made His Royal Highness the Second Prince full of praise, if McGonagall stayed in the Second Prince's Mansion, thinking of his prospects, everyone would be more or less related.

"Don't worry, I won't stay in the mansion, I'm just here to serve a dish to the king, and I'll be back in the City of Chaos in five days, and my restaurant is still there." McGonagall walked in with two portions of braised chicken rice and two steaks, and said leisurely, putting her things down and motioning for Amy to sit across from her.

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this, although they were a little surprised, but they were all relieved, if he really stayed in the mansion, they might all have to roll up and leave.

Matthew wiped away a handful of tears and walked a few steps to McGonagall's table.

McGonagall looked at her face flushed, and there were two tear stains on her face, staring at Matthew who was staring at herself, and subconsciously pulled the yellow braised chicken rice in front of her to her side a little, and said with some vigilance: "There are only two portions of yellow braised chicken rice, no." ”

"Mine has to eat it yourself, this fat uncle, you better cook by yourself." Amy also stretched out her little hand to protect her bowl and said with a serious face.

"After tasting the spicy grilled fish, I deeply felt the gap between myself and Mr., and I was ashamed of what I said before, and I hope that Mr. can forgive." Matthew bowed deeply to McGonagall.

McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the hand holding the bowl, it was not to grab the food, and nodded slightly: "Knowing that mistakes can be changed, good is great." ”

Amy also put down her hand protecting the bowl, picked up the small spoon and began to eat the yellow braised chicken rice.

"Huh?" Matthew didn't understand McGonagall's words, but after a moment of hesitation, he said, "There's one more thing I want to ask, I don't know how Mr. McGonagall made such delicious fish?" After 30 years of doing it, I have only been concentrating on making fish seriously, but I still can't make amazing fish, why is this? ”

"Thirty years of dedication to only fishing, but even you don't think you're amazing enough, then you have failed enough in your life." McGonagall pouted, this insistence is indeed commendable, but if a chef's dish can't even be recognized by herself, how can she get the guests to agree?

McGonagall thought for a while and suggested seriously: "Otherwise, don't make fish, you try to make **, maybe it will become popular all of a sudden, and it will make more money than making fish." ”