"I'm going to look for some wild fruits." Evan jumped out of the carriage lightly, and then swept towards the mountains and forests, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight, obviously not wanting to eat what McGonagall made, just now that glance made him palpitate inexplicably, and subconsciously wanted to stay away from McGonagall.

McGonagall naturally had no problem with this, he didn't want to cook for them in the first place, and now it was just what he wanted.

After bleeding the bison, Emgiagall suddenly remembered something, looked sideways at Sam on the side and said, "Brother Sam, you are familiar with this area, can you get me a bamboo, I want to cut it into bamboo skewers and bring it to the roast beef skewers." ”

"This is easy to do, I'll get it for you." Sam nodded, turned and climbed up the hill to the side.

"Yakiniku beef skewers? Brother McGonagall, this beef has to be eaten in a big gulp, and if it is skewered, will it look too stingy? Dennis stepped forward and said, a little worried.

"If one bunch is not enough, eat a few more bunches, such a big bison must be enough to eat." McGonagall said with a smile, the cattle slaughtering knife in her hand flexibly dismantled the bison steak skin, and the blade slid over the beef, but it did not touch the beef bones in the slightest, and the action was smooth and pleasing to the eye.

"Such a powerful knife worker, to practice such a knife work, I am afraid it is impossible to do it without years of hard training, right?" Sivir couldn't help but admire in her heart as she watched McGonagall's skillful movements, and McGonagall's focused expression also made her look a little distracted, and in him, she seemed to see someone's shadow, constantly turning over her inner memories.

The mercenaries gathered around also had an admiring expression on their faces, in terms of strength, McGonagall may not be as good as them, but this delicate and skillful knife work is really technical, and the control of the knife is too strong.

"Father, can you eat a lot of skewers with millet?" Amy asked, looking up at McGonagall expectantly.

"Well, of course, millet can eat as much as you want." McGonagall looked at Amy dotingly and nodded.

After processing the beef, McGonagall estimated the amount of food that everyone had eaten, and in addition to all the beef brains, she also cut two large pieces of beef tenderloin, cleaned them with a mountain spring, and then began to take all kinds of spices and spices out of her backpack, and even a folded grill iron plate.

This is what McGonagall bought with the system when she was on the road, and you can take any local material for barbecue in the wild, but this grill plate must be exquisite, otherwise it will be smoky and burning, and the temperature is not well controlled, which will greatly affect the quality of the barbecue.

"Brother McGonagall, the other mercenaries come out to do tasks lightly, and they carry life-saving things with them, you ...... I came out of the kitchen with my back completely. Dennis looked at what McGonagall had placed on the ground with a strange expression, and couldn't help but complain.

"With children, there must be more things to prepare." McGonagall said with a natural expression, opened the kettle and poured Amy a glass of water, then took some spring water from her hand and gave it to the ugly duckling, and began to marinate the beef in a large paper bag.

"Little McGonagall is a good father, my little cub is about the same age as a little girl, and every day he wants to follow me out into the wilderness, but I have never taken him out once." Scott gave McGonagall a thumbs up, looking a little emotional.

"When he grows up, he'll know that Brother Scott is a good father." McGonagall stopped what she was doing, looked up at Scott and said with a smile, after all, not all of anyone's children are fourth-level magicians, isn't it taking children to the fire pit to the wilderness.

"Hopefully." Scott also had a smile on his face.

McGonagall began to prepare the roast beef step by step, while the mercenaries sat on the floor, chatting and watching in amazement as McGonagall sat and prepared the roast in a way they had never seen before.

After all, they usually grill their own meat, that is, brush some oil casually, and then roast it directly on the fire, and finally sprinkle some salt when it is almost cooked, the taste is casual, sometimes it is not bad, sometimes it is accidentally burnt, but for them, the taste is not the most important, in the wilderness, safety and efficiency are the most important.

If you have to eat like McGonagall every time, you don't have time to do the task, but the rare opportunity to enjoy food cooked by a professional chef in the wilderness also makes everyone look forward to it.

Sam soon returned with a large green bamboo, which, at McGonagall's request, was split into skewers and skewered with marinated beef and purple marten meat, and the wood was burned into a charcoal fire, and all of them were picked out and placed in a stone oven and placed on the grill.

The mercenaries stopped talking, staring intently at McGonagall, watching him cook as if he was watching a wonderful performance, every step was pleasing to the eye, although they couldn't understand why a simple barbecue needed to be broken down into so many steps, but they couldn't help but look forward to how delicious such a delicate grilled beef skewer would be.

"It's fancy in flowers, and the beef skewers that come out of this way are definitely not delicious." Sitting in the carriage, Eva glanced at McGonagall's back, took a bite of the coarse grain cake in her hand, and then poured a large mouthful of water into the dry and hard cake, thinking firmly in her heart.

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

"Thank you, Master Evan." Eva took the orange with both hands full of surprise and carefully held it to her chest, as if she had received something very precious.

"You're welcome." A hint of disgust flashed in Evan's eyes, but he still maintained a smile on his face, looking at McGonagall, who was surrounded by everyone, his brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes fell on Sivir, who looked expectant, and his forehead was even more bruised, and he clenched his fists.

With everything ready, McGonagall reached out to test the temperature, grabbed a handful of beef skewers from her hand and placed them on the grill.

The beef was placed on the hot grill, making a soft sound, the fiery red charcoal fire provided the raging heat, and the beef covered with snowflake-like fat quickly changed color, the snowflakes became crystal clear, and the oil flowers bubbled out, and a faint beef aroma began to waft in the air, and it continued to become rich.

The mercenaries' eyes gradually brightened, and they couldn't help but sniff deeply.

McGonagall expertly flipped through the twenty or so skewers of meat that were being grilled at the same time on the grill, and when she was about seven years old, she picked up a brush and brushed the mixed sauce on the surface of the beef.

The sauce was like a catalytic bomb, causing the already rich aroma of beef to explode instantly, and the aroma of beef mixed with spices spread out to the surroundings.

"It smells so good!" Dennis looked at the beef skewers on the grill with a look of disbelief.

"It's so tempting, is this really the taste of roast beef?" Sivir sniffed deeply, a look of fascination on his face.

"This taste...... How can it be! Evan and Eva looked at McGonagall's hand at the same time, looking incredulous.