Chapter 670: Mr. McGonagall's ambition is not limited to this small restaurant, right?
In his life, David has traveled to many places and tasted many cuisines.
Luodu is known as the most delicious place on the continent of Nolan, he once stayed there for three years, and tasted almost all the famous restaurants, big and small.
However, the delicious food hidden in his memory seemed a little overshadowed at this moment.
The combination of rich red wine and juicy beef is an incredible delicacy, and the sauce is like a magic potion that ignites the taste buds in your mouth.
David is a good wine, and every year he buys a batch of Buffett wines, although they are not as good as Hill's special offerings, but they are still the best red wines on the Nolan continent.
But the wine he usually saves drinking is many times inferior to the wine contained in this beef.
The mellow but not pungent aroma was far from being comparable to the wine at home, and it immediately aroused his wine worm.
When the steak was first served, he even felt a pity that such red wine was used by McGonagall to cook.
But now, this thought has long been left behind him.
"Only such delicious beef is worthy of such good wine, and if it were not for such good wine, there would probably not be such delicious beef!
Even Atour Restaurant would not use such top-notch wine to cook, and even their chef probably couldn't make such delicious beef!
I didn't expect to be able to eat such delicious food in the City of Chaos! Sure enough, you've come to the right place today! β
David admired in his heart, the more he chewed the beef, the more fragrant it became, tender and juicy, and the taste was delicate, after swallowing, the taste buds on the tip of the tongue seemed to immediately begin to cheer, and people couldn't help but cut another piece and feed it to their mouths to fill their dissatisfaction.
"The next time you want to eat delicious food, you don't have to spend more than half a month to go to Luodu, you can do it at your doorstep." David finished the steak with a satisfied look on his face, then turned his gaze to the other dishes on the menu.
"This steak is so delicious, please bring me another one."
"Yes, the price of 1,000 copper coins is completely worth it, fresh iron beef plus black pepper that is more expensive than gold, and what is even more powerful is the red wine, just the seasoning used to make steak can feel the super high quality, which is better than the 10,000 copper coins of Buffett Winery's small bottle of red wine!"
"Boss Mai really never let me down!"
Guests who have eaten steak are full of praise.
McGonagall in the kitchen has a smile on her face, and the happiness of being able to make guests pay for their meals willingly and feel that they are taking advantage of them is undoubtedly very strong.
Of course, McGonagall felt that they had taken advantage of it.
With such ingredients and such deliciousness, if you change the boss, you can be considered conscientious if you don't charge 5,000 copper coins.
At the end of the morning's business hours, Sally, Abei Mia, and Barbara cleaned up the restaurant, and McGonagall told them to meet an important guest in the restaurant, and asked Yabei Mia and Sally to take Barbara out for a stroll, leaving him alone in the restaurant.
A luxurious carriage stopped at the door of the restaurant, Hill got out of the carriage, looked at the McMie restaurant, his expression was slightly solemn, but his face quickly showed a confident and elegant smile, walked to the door of the restaurant with the sign of resting, reached out and knocked on the door.
After a while, the door jingled and slowly opened outside, and McGonagall held the door with one hand, looked at Hill, who was still wearing a red dress, and smiled, "Miss Hill is very punctual." β
"Punctuality is my habit, but isn't Mr. McGonagall going to let me in for a meeting? I haven't eaten breakfast yet. Hill looked at McGonagall with the same smile.
"Miss Hill, please come in, but the restaurant is closed." McGonagall leaned sideways and let the door out.
"If Mr. McGonagall is willing to cook me a steak in the same way that a friend is entertaining, I think it will be a very good start to our cooperation." Ciel looked into McGonagall's eyes and said with a grin.
"Since Miss Hill didn't eat breakfast because she went to my appointment, I'm going to make an exception to make a steak for Miss Hill, and you're the last guest." McGonagall nodded slightly, her gaze not evading in the slightest.
"Mr. McGonagall is indeed a good businessman." Hill gave McGonagall a meaningful look and walked slowly into the dining room.
"It's not even better than Miss Hill." McGonagall let go of her grip on the door, "Miss Hill is free to sit down, I'll pour you a glass of water and make a steak." "Head to the kitchen.
"Okay." Hill nodded slightly, his eyes scanning the restaurant.
This is the first time she has come to McMie's restaurant, and the last time she was a judge, she didn't enter the store.
The restaurant's dΓ©cor looks comfortable and not extremely luxurious, but the exquisite crystal lamps raise the overall style of the restaurant to a higher level.
"This mural ......" Hill's gaze fell on the mural on the wall, his good-looking brows furrowed slightly, his eyes followed the wall and looked around the murals in the entire dining room, looking at McGonagall who came out with a glass of water, his brows loosened, and he smiled: "Mr. McGonagall's ambition is not only this small restaurant, right?" β
"Well, I also own an ice cream parlor." McGonagall nodded.
Hill was slightly stunned, and then smiled, "Mr. McGonagall is really an interesting person. β
"Miss Hill, please feel free." McGonagall placed the glass on the table next to her, turned into the dining room, and began to cook steaks for Hill.
The steam engine was big business, and although Hill was only eighteen years old, he was already a seasoned businessman, but McGonagall was not a chick who didn't know anything.
"It looks like it's going to be an interesting negotiation." Hill sat down at the table where the glass of water was placed, looking in the direction of the kitchen, as if there had been no such thing that made her nervous for a long time, and gently wiped it on the table with a white silk handkerchief, which was not stained with the slightest dust and grease, and her expression became more interesting.
"Black pepper steak, medium-rare, please taste." It wasn't long before McGonagall came out with a steak and placed it in front of Hill.
"Huh? The aroma of this red wine is so special! β
Hill's eyes lit up.
McGonagall stood aside with her hands in her hands, watching silently and not speaking.
"The presentation is more delicate than last night's, and Mr. McGonagall takes it very seriously." Hill looked at the steak in front of him, said with a smile, picked up a knife and fork, and gently cut a corner of the steak.
The red wine and gravy overflowed from the silver knife, and the aroma of the red wine became more pronounced, as if the cork of the barrel had been removed, and the aroma of the wine was released wildly.
Ciel's eyes widened, and he picked up the piece of beef with his fork and fed it to his mouth.
"This red wine! How, exactly? It's even better than the best wine in my winery! β