Although the lamb skewers I ate on the grassland were delicious, I felt like I liked the boss's grilled ones more, and sure enough, ...... Am I already a hardcore person? Mia licked her lips, a little embarrassed.

"In contrast, I think the way of eating on the prairie seems to be more suitable for me." Elizabeth took a bite of the lamb and smiled, her taste was probably the lightest of all.

"But Uncle McGonagall is so good, he just learned how to bake it once, and he created a new way to roast it." Anna looked at McGonagall with some admiration, thinking that she was stupid and had not yet learned how to make a roast beef kebab.

"Anna is still young, and when you are older and can easily operate all kinds of kitchen utensils, you will learn things quickly." McGonagall smiled at Anna and said, she was a diligent little fellow, and she was a quick learner, but because she was so young, she had to put a small bench on the grill to get it, not to mention how difficult it was for a pair of small hands to grab a lot of bamboo sticks.

"I have officially decided that from today onwards, the love of beef skewers, I will give half of the lamb skewers." Barbara solemnly announced, then took a bite of the lamb and chewed it addictively.

"Good feedback." McGonagall looked at the women happily eating the lamb skewers, and she also picked up a skewer of lamb skewers and took a bite.

The mastery of the heat is much worse than that of Edie, after all, it is the first time to roast mutton, and according to the experience of roasting beef skewers, it is still a little worse, the surface is too hard, and the moisture is too dry.

However, this fresh and sweet lamb hides the flaws in the technique, and the cumin powder and chili noodles are even more cheating artifacts, so that people's taste is attracted by the spices, and they will not care too much about the heat.

"Sure enough, a handful of coarse salt is the highest level." McGonagall pondered, becoming more aware of the advanced memorization skills that lie beneath Edie's simple barbecue skills.

He's already harvested the kebab recipe, and it looks like he's going to have to hone his roasting skills at the Chef's Proving Ground tonight.

However, as a lover of heavy taste, for him, cumin powder and chili noodles are indeed a soul-like existence, and the original freshness and sweetness can no longer satisfy his experienced tongue.

This portion of mutton skewers, he can only score four points in his heart, which is still far from passing, and there is a huge gap between perfection and perfection.

"Mia, pour me a beer." McGonagall put the beef skewers on the grill, looked at Mia and said, "How can you eat barbecue without beer?"

"Okay." Mia got up, looked at everyone again and smiled, "What do you want to drink?" ”

"I want beer too, the kind on the rocks." Irina nodded slightly.

"I want beer...... Fruit juice. Barbara met McGonagall's gaze, but still obediently corrected the juice, snorted lightly, and said a little unconvinced: "In half a month, I will be an adult!" ”

"Then I'll have to wait for half a month." McGonagall calmly said that minors should not drink alcohol, this is a red line set by dots.

The smoke of the barbecue and the laughter of the crowd make the restaurant extra warm.

Elizabeth took a sip of red wine and looked at everyone with smiles on their faces, the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

It was amazing, she never imagined that after her mother's death, there would be a place in the world where she could let go of all her guards and sit with others and laugh with her heart.

She found her sister and a group of ...... Friend.

For her, what was once a luxury word, but now it has become the people who accompany her.

No one here cared who was sitting on that Ice Crystal Throne, and it wasn't even as important as what to eat tomorrow morning.

After several rounds of barbecue, all the meat skewers prepared on the side had fallen into everyone's stomachs, and there was a large beer barrel next to it.

The half roasted whole sheep was directly abandoned by McGonagall because the taste was not authentic enough, and this thing really did not fall into the ranks that can be learned by looking at it.

Ji Na performed a fishman dance for everyone, and compared with her sweet voice, the somewhat stiff dance posture was a little cute in the clumsiness, which made the atmosphere more enthusiastic.

Everyone sang and danced, but they unearthed a lot of hidden skills, which made each other a little surprised.

"Alright, today's barbecue is all over." McGonagall put down the beer glass in her hand, looked at everyone and smiled: "However, the main event is still to come, today let everyone taste the new product that will be officially launched tomorrow: mutton soup." ”

"New?" Everyone looked at McGonagall in surprise when they heard this, they had just heard that McGonagall was going to make mutton soup, but their attention was all on the kebabs, and they didn't care about the soup at all, but now it seemed that this mutton soup was the most important thing for McGonagall.

"Mia will help with it." McGonagall turned and walked towards the kitchen, where the smell of lamb was already in her nose.

Maybe it's just eating all kinds of spicy barbecue, which is wrapped in the fragrance of water vapor, but it is more sober and pleasant.

"It's so fragrant, is this the smell of mutton soup?" Mia followed the door, her eyes lit up, and she looked at the cauldron on the stove next to her with some surprise.

"Set up thirteen soup bowls, I'll adjust the dipping dishes first." McGonagall spoke to Mia and fetched a bunch of small plates herself.

Of course, the mutton soup should be served with a dry dish, dried chili, soybeans, peanuts, and star anise, bay leaves and other spices are fried in the pot with salt, sieve to remove the salt, and then crush with a kitchen knife, and then add the fried slightly yellow cooked sesame seeds and a spoonful of salt just fried for fragrant, stir well, and a perfect Sichuan-style dry dipping dish is made.

Mia had already set up the soup bowl, and McGonagall turned off the heat and lifted the lid of the soup pot.

The heat suddenly rises, turning the kitchen into a fairyland.

If a pot of mutton soup wants to be successful, it has to be simmered all night long.

McGonagall didn't have enough time, so she stole some time from the pressure cooker.

The milky white soup is full of meat, just smelling the smell, you can feel the thick fragrance, and you can't smell the slightest fishy smell and smell.

"Looks pretty good." McGonagall smiled at the corner of her mouth, cut the cooked lamb into thin slices with a kitchen knife brush, let it boil in a pot of boiling water on the side, and then poured it into a soup bowl, rushed into the hot and snow-white mutton soup, sprinkled with a handful of green coriander, and a bowl of steaming, fragrant mutton soup was made

Tender green coriander is embellished in the milky white soup, and the lamb occupies a small half of the bowl, which looks full of color and flavor.

"Alright, let's get out." McGonagall took two trays of eight bowls of mutton soup and walked out of the kitchen, while Mia served the rest.

The people who were sitting and waiting were already a little eager to see McGonagall and Mia come out with steaming mutton soup and put it in front of everyone, their eyes lit up.

The milky white mutton soup looks very rich, and the aroma of meat and coriander is mixed together, and the heat comes to the face, which makes the mouths of everyone who have just eaten barbecue and drank wine relish.

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