Mylo now seriously suspects that Randy has become the restaurant's gold salesman, and from the moment they strike up a conversation, they've fallen into his trap.

It is able to attack Garland's baldness pain point, by reinforcing the pain caused by baldness, and verifying it on the spot, using the group effect, to make Garland lose his sanity as an intellectual.

10,000 copper coins, this is already half a month's salary for Garland, even if the cost of a dinner in Luodu is rarely more than 10,000, but now he ordered a 10,000 copper coins Buddha jumping over the wall.

"Over the years, you have been bald because of the rising hairline, and you have eaten and used a lot of things, baldness is not a disease, it is a disability, and there is no rule of law." Milo makes a final attempt.

"That's an interesting point." Randy smiled, "But even if it's disabled, Boss Mai can cure you with a bowl of soup." ”

Mylo glanced at Randy, and secretly said in his heart that he had met a master.

"Buy! It would be very interesting if I could grow my hair back before I go back and let my mother-in-law see me when I am 20 years younger. Garland made a decision.

Milo didn't say anything more, Garland is the editor-in-chief of Whole Foods after all, a proper middle class, what's wrong with contributing a little money to your hair?

If it doesn't work, then they have one more material, and Randy's false propaganda can't escape.

"Shocked! The carnivorous foodie is actually promoting anti-hair loss products for a restaurant! ”

Such a title has been booked for the first hot article in the new issue of Eclipse Whole Foods next month.

To be honest, from the queue to now, Milo is a little disappointed.

He accumulated firepower all the way, and when he came to McMie's restaurant, he found that he had nothing to vomit?!

As a master of finding faults, he has a pair of eyes that find grooves, and a mouth that can say the most heart-piercing words in the most simple words.

But he came across such a restaurant that made him speechless, couldn't say anything scathing, and even his tone became a little softer because of the environment and rules.

"These are all illusory things, mules or horses, you know when you get to the table." Mylo ordered, clasped his hands to his chest, and waited for the food to be served.

The dishes he ordered were simple, vegetarian and meaty, all of the same dishes that Randy and Darick had written about in Vegetarianism and Carnivorism.

Since he is here to find fault, as a professional, of course he can't talk nonsense, this is not his style, accurate sniping, and the front is his characteristic just now.

Waiting for the free time to serve the food, Milo looked sideways in the direction of the kitchen, but his eyes widened a little.

From his position, he could clearly see the interior of the kitchen through the glass window.

It was clean and bright, unlike any kitchen he had ever seen before, and the wide space was almost half the size of a small dining room, and all he could see was a part of the worktop.

At this time, McGonagall was like a general sitting in the Chinese army, the pot on the stove was his right-hand man, and the spatula in his hand was his flag and weapon.

He was seen wandering between multiple pots and stoves, cooking several different foods at the same time, and even having the leisure to flip over hundreds of skewers on the grill next to him, and brushing them with oil and various sauces.

It's an exaggeration, you know?

There are several chefs in other people's back kitchens, and there are a few assistant chefs and apprentices waiting around.

But McGonagall did all the cooking-related work alone, including cooking and plating, which made people think that he was at ease, and even made people think that he could add two more pots.

As for efficiency.

Sitting at the kitchen door, Milo had already seen a dish float past him and then fall in front of the customer who had ordered.

"It seems that Miss Barbara is back, and the space magician serves the food, see you for the first time?" Randy said with a smile.

"It's the first time." Milo nodded, he roughly assessed in his mind, the speed of serving was incredible, for a medium-sized restaurant, such a speed of serving would require an overloaded kitchen.

And now there is only one person in this kitchen...... Cooking at a leisurely pace.

"This boss...... It's a monster, isn't it? Milo swallowed, this freehand operation has already compared to chefs all over the world.

"To this extent, Boss Mai is actually restrained, two days ago he went to the food conference to set up a stall, thousands of people lined up, he did it alone, when queuing I felt that his hands were in a trance, the efficiency of the meal was ten times that of the stall of more than a dozen people next door." Randy turned his head to look in the direction of the kitchen and smiled.

"Wouldn't that be too casual? I can't feel the soul. Garland complained.

Randy smiled, "I think this is more soulful than those chefs who repeat the same actions with a boring face, and it is an absolute confidence in his cooking skills, and from Boss Mak's focused expression, you can see that he enjoys and loves what he does." ”

Garland raised his eyebrows, the one who held the pen was different, and his words made him powerless to refute, so he could only look at Milo for help.

"yes, I haven't seen this attitude towards cooking in a long time." Milo nodded approvingly, looking at McGonagall's gaze with appreciation.

Garland: "......"

They're here to find fault this time, to uncover the carnivorous and vegetarian scam, but now Milo looks a little out of shape, huh?

Although it is his consistent style to attack online and be submissive offline, it is rare to praise this kind of thing.

"Your dishes, please use them slowly." Dishes floated out of the kitchen and landed lightly in front of them, as a crisp sound rang in their ears.

Although they had already seen the means of serving food by this space mage, Milo and Garland were still a little surprised, and they felt an inexplicable refreshment at the thought that the mysterious and rare space mage actually served him.

However, Milo's eyes were soon drawn to the dish in front of him.

In front of him, there was a fish that had been split in the middle, and the golden-red soup was poured over the fish, crystal clear, and perfectly penetrated into the flesh from the staggered knife edges.

The enticing smell of fish rose with the heat, making Milo's throat roll a little, this smell ...... It's so tempting.

Garland's expression was similar, but he still asked in a low voice, "We don't seem to have any fish, do we?" ”

"It's not fish, it's fish-flavored eggplant." Randy glanced at it and said with a smile.

"This is a fish-flavored eggplant?!" Milo and Garland were both shocked, and after a closer and closer look, they realized that the plate was indeed not a fish, but a purple eggplant that had been cut into the shape of a fish, cut into a flower knife, and then fried until golden brown, and it was no different from a fish if you didn't look closely.

With such knife work and craftsmanship, a very ordinary purple eggplant was suddenly reborn.