The roast goose that has just been baked has a golden color with a little jujube red, the color is particularly bright, and the strong fragrance spreads out.

McGonagall held the roast goose in one hand and nodded with satisfaction, the color and shape were perfect, the fragrance was authentic, and it was the best among the roast goose.

"This color, love love." Irina exclaimed.

"It looks better than the roast goose from that roast goose shop down the street." Amy nodded her little head and stared intently at the roast goose in McGonagall's hand.

McGonagall smiled and pulled off the roast goose needle, and poured the marinade from the roast goose's belly into a small bowl, which is the essence of the roast goose, and the strong spice aroma emanates from here, and it still plays an important role in keeping.

Compared with the fine slicing method of roast duck, the roast goose is much simpler, take the fathead fish, put the roast goose on a clean cutting board, chop it, chop it, cut it into even pieces, and then put it directly on the plate.

At this time, pour the marinade that has just been poured out evenly on the chopped roast goose, let the marinade penetrate into the meat, and it can be served.

Of course, to eat roast goose, sour plum sauce flavor dish is indispensable.

The sour plum sauce was provided by the system, and McGonagall made four dipping dishes, walked out of the kitchen with the roast goose, and beckoned: "All the dishes are ready, let's eat on the table." ”

"My chopsticks are already ready." Amy sat in her chair, her eyes fixed on the roast goose in McGonagall's hand.

"You can eat it directly, or you can eat it with sour plum sauce, and the taste is your own." McGonagall said with a smile as she placed the roast goose in the middle of the table.

"Okay!" Amy nodded, stretched out her chopsticks and picked up a duck leg and put it in McGonagall's bowl, "Father, you have worked hard, this duck leg is rewarded to you." ”

"Reward me with the roast goose leg I made, is that okay?" McGonagall looked at the duck leg in the bowl, but the smile on her face had already revealed her heart, 'Great! The baby daughter knows that she feels sorry for him. ’

Thinking of this, he also glanced at Irina with some smugness.

"Mother has also worked hard, this big duck leg is for you." Amy then gave Irina a leg that was bigger than McGonagall's.

"Uh......" McGonagall's smile froze.

"Thank you, Xiaomi." Irina looked at McGonagall with a smile, picked up the duck leg with her hand, dipped it in the sour plum sauce, and then fed it to her mouth and took a bite.

"Hmm......"

The sweet and sour taste of the sour plum sauce makes you rush around all day, and the taste buds that have barely eaten are instantly activated.

The crispy and fragrant goose skin, the tender and fat goose meat, and the thick marinated aroma soaked in the goose meat all bloom in this mouthful.

The goose meat absorbs the marinade, tender and juicy, a little bit, the skin and meat are separated, the charcoal fire in the meat is fragrant, the more you chew, the more fragrant, dipped in sour plum sauce, it is even more unique.

Irina seemed to see a big fat goose with wings ready to fly, saw the vast sky, and saw ......

After a long time, Irina opened her eyes, exhaled, looked at McGonagall, and said with a serious face: "In this life, you can't escape from the palm of my hand." ”

"You'll get my ......"

"Your heart is hers too." Amy added for him.

"Correct." McGonagall nodded, the corners of her mouth curled up with a little smugness, sure enough, conquering a woman can start by conquering her stomach.

Amy gave Anne a duck leg as well, and then she picked up the last duck leg, put it in her own dipping sauce, dipped it in the sour plum sauce, and then took a bite.

The blue eyes suddenly lit up, the small mouth moved quickly, and soon swallowed the goose meat in the mouth, and before he had time to speak, he bit a large piece of goose meat, his cheeks were bulging, and he chewed deliciously, and his face was full of happiness, which looked full of appetite and couldn't help but want to swallow saliva.

McGonagall thinks Amy must have ordered a talent for eating and broadcasting, and she can always make people hungry.

"It turns out that the roast goose is really delicious, and I like the roast goose." The little half goose leg was in her stomach, and Amy took the time to say, not forgetting to turn her head to look at the ugly duckling, "Ugly duckling, you also have to eat more, grow up quickly." ”

The ugly duckling, who was concentrating on a piece of goose meat, stopped moving, and the goose meat in his mouth suddenly became unfragrant.

Anne took a small bite of the roast goose legs, and looking at her happy little expression, she should also like this roast goose.

McGonagall was not in a hurry to eat the goose legs, but first sandwiched a piece of breast meat, and did not dip it in sour plum sauce, and fed it directly to her mouth.

With both breast and skin, meat and bones, an excellent roast goose must have many excellent qualities.

The leather coating is crispy and fragrant, and the crispy water made with maltose makes it chew with a hint of sweetness.

The skin, flesh, and bone seem to be tightly connected, but they can be easily separated as soon as you enter the mouth.

The marinade has penetrated into the bones, chewing together with the belt bones, the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes, the plump and tender goose meat, the taste is just right, fat but not greasy.

"Yes, it's the perfect roast goose." McGonagall swallowed the goose meat in her mouth and nodded in satisfaction.

As a senior foodie, roast goose is a famous dish with a very high status in Cantonese cuisine, he has tasted the craftsmanship of many famous chefs, and has complained a lot, but there has never been a roast goose made by that chef to bring him such a delicious experience.

"It's so good, I'm going to be fascinated by myself." McGonagall sighed, which was embarrassing.

But having done this, he is worthy of the roast goose recipe that has gathered the lifelong learning of the masters.

Dinner ended happily, the two children went upstairs with the ugly ducklings to play, and McGonagall began to clean up the table.

"How's the situation on the orc side?" Irina asked as she helped clean up her chopsticks as she looked at McGonagall.

"The Los Empire has caused dozens of Eba tribal tragedies in the orc race, and many tribes have been slaughtered directly, and even the children have not been spared." McGonagall's expression was a little heavy.

"Andre, this old bastard, isn't he afraid of provoking the anger of the public?!" Irina raised her eyebrows, angry and puzzled.

"This matter may not really be an order from Andrei." McGonagall shook her head, "I discovered the existence of a strange black mist in a slaughtered tribe, and I saw this. ”

McGonagall took out a photograph stone and showed Irina the corpse of the orc, which had been drained of its blood.

"What is this?"

"I suspect that Qiao Xiu, who sold his soul to the devil, launched a war against the orcs and elves behind Andre's back, and ordered the slaughter of the orc tribe, and he relied on absorbing the resentment and essence blood of these dead orcs to improve his strength, you sensed the existence of black mist on his body before, and at that time he should have been in contact with the old ruler." McGonagall said.

"If that's the case, we're going to find him as soon as possible and kill him." Irina's expression also became solemn, "Will he be in Luodu now?" ”