The girls all looked at McGonagall, there was a top chef here, did Edie want to show off her roast skills in front of McGonagall?

McGonagall nodded expectantly and said, "Then there will be work." ”

Most of the herdsmen on the grassland are connoisseurs of barbecue, whether it is roasted whole sheep on the grassland of Inner Mongolia or red willow barbecue of the Luobu people, as long as they are lucky, they can always taste the delicious taste that cannot be tasted in the city.

McGonagall learned kebabs and pig's eyes, but she didn't dare to say that she was a barbecue expert, but she just took advantage of the system and mastered some fur.

It would be great if you could learn both from a true connoisseur.

Coming to this world, the biggest change for him is probably learning to lower his posture.

In the past, he always felt that there was nothing to strive for in this life anyway, and he only lived to do what he wanted, but now it is different, he has truly seen the depth of the chef's profession, like a vast sea of stars, if you want to become a bright star in it, you must continue to learn and improve.

"Guest, please." Edie led McGonagall into a large tent, the inside of the tent was very simple, the blue silver grass on the ground was cut, the mud floor was simply tamped, there was only a clay kang, each family brought in small horses, barely made up twelve, the sheepskin tent was isolated from the wind, quite warm, only a little bit of the smell of livestock.

This is not a big deal in the eyes of the herdsmen, and the smell of rolling in the cattle and sheep is indispensable.

For McGonagall, however, the smell was a little unpleasant.

"Ladies and gentlemen, wait here, I will roast mutton for everyone, roasting the whole sheep is the main feast, but the roasting time will be longer, I will roast some mutton for you guests to eat in a while." Edie arranged for McGonagall and the others, and let a few clever girls accompany her in the tent.

"It's the smell of sheep." Amy sniffed and looked left and right, but she didn't mean to dislike it.

After a while, several herdsmen came in with clay bowls, handed bowls of steaming goat's milk to McGonagall, and smiled honestly for them to drink.

Although these herdsmen could not speak the lingua franca, their warm smiles still infected everyone, and it was difficult to resist the enthusiasm, or the thick warm milk fragrance was too tempting, and everyone took the goat's milk and drank it.

McGonagall had drunk goat's milk on the grassland, and the goat's milk processed by the herdsmen themselves, even after cooking, had a somewhat bad taste, which was not as good as expected.

But this time, the goat's milk was a little unexpected to him.

The smell of goat's milk is very well processed, almost no sense of its existence, or the goat's milk itself has no smell, the entrance is warm and sweet, and the goat milk he has drunk in the past is completely different.

"Good milk." McGonagall's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but praise.

Camilla and Angela looked up at McGonagall at the same time.

"Good goat's milk." McGonagall added without blushing and her heart beating, it was dangerous and dangerous, and she almost said something that her mother wouldn't let her say.

Grunt.

The delicious goat's milk soon fell into everyone's stomach, and the originally somewhat restrained feeling was also broken by this bowl of warm goat's milk.

The herdsmen looked at this scene, and their faces also showed proud smiles, the Buck tribe only produces the best goat's milk.

Amy put down the empty bowl, licked the corner of her mouth with her little tongue, and said expectantly: "Goat's milk is delicious, roast goat must be very delicious!" ”

McGonagall handed the empty bowl to the herdsman girl, thanked herdsmen, and then got up and said, "I want to go and see them roast the sheep, do you want to go?" ”

"I'm going." Amy said as she lifted the ugly duckling.

"Meow~" The ugly duckling who had just fallen asleep squinted his eyes and looked puzzled.

"I want to go too, Sister Shiryl, let's go too." Anna got up and took Shiryl's hand, it was her first time on the prairie, but she wanted to go outside to play, and it would be even better if she could ride a horse.

"Okay." Shiryl got up.

"Let's go too, it must be a great thing to be able to play on the grassland." Mia pulled Elizabeth to her feet and said with a smile.

"Okay, let's go." McGonagall nodded and led out of the tent.

Although the temperature here is relatively low due to the proximity to the snow-capped mountains, the temperature is still around ten degrees Celsius because of the Blue Silver Grass, which is completely fine for everyone who comes from the chaotic city wrapped in ice and snow.

Moreover, the fresh air on the grassland, the snow-capped mountains half-covered by clouds and mist in the distance, and the blue sky are all refreshing.

Compared to the tent with a bit of sheep in the dark, everyone obviously prefers the outside.

McGonagall used body language to express their desire to see the roasted sheep, and the understanding herders immediately led them around the back of the tent, where a group of herders were busy slaughtering, bleeding, and skinning the sheep.

Not far away, a few herdsmen lit a fire and threw thick wood into it.

McGonagall's arrival immediately attracted everyone's attention, and many of them put down their work and smiled at McGonagall and them in a friendly manner.

Edie had just bled a sheep, and when she heard the movement, she put down her knife and turned around, looking at McGonagall with some surprise, "Distinguished guests, why are you here, please come to the tent and wait, the roast lamb will be ready soon." ”

"It's okay, we're interested in the process of roasting sheep, so we want to see for yourself how you roast sheep." McGonagall said with a smile, her eyes drawn to the struggling black goat with its neck wiped off.

He slaughtered thousands of polar black goats in the kitchen god space last night, and with just one glance, he could be 100% sure that the black goat over there that was about to completely kill was the target he was looking for.

"System, come out and see, I found this polar black goat." McGonagall said a little proudly, it really took no effort to get through the iron shoes, and before he could ask, the sheep slammed into the door by itself.

"The search for the polar black goat has been completed, please ask the host to capture a polar black goat yourself, and the task will be truly completed." The system replied.

"Okay." McGonagall agreed in a relaxed tone, since these herders were able to catch a polar black goat, they must know where to find them, and it would be no difficult to catch one.

"How is this sheep different from the ones we just saw? Isn't it a breed from the steppe? McGonagall stepped forward and looked at the black goat and asked curiously.

"Guest, good eyes, this black goat is indeed not a sheep on our grassland, it only appears on the snow-capped mountains, can run on the steep cliffs like flying, extremely difficult to catch, but its meat is incomparable to ordinary mutton, it is simply a holy product among sheep." Edie smiled and said, "This one was caught in the trap we set up on the mountain yesterday, and it was going to be used by the guests to make roast whole sheep." ”