"Yes, a skewer of roasted pig's eyes." Vanessa smiled and nodded.

Sean's lips moved, but he still couldn't help but refuse, how could he be a general who crisscrossed the battlefield, how could he be bluffed by a string of roast pig's eyes in and out of the bloody battlefield without changing his face.

This time, his father sent him to the city of chaos, and the more important purpose was to take Vanessa home, if this task was not completed, even if the envoy did a good job, it would be a mission failure.

"Okay, please wait." Mia nodded, then ordered them the rest of the food and headed towards the kitchen.

"It turned out to be a perverted hot girl, a warrior who dared to face perverted spicy, and it was really extraordinary." Everyone looked at Vanessa.

During this time, Vanessa and Abraham and several others were famous among diners for being active in the hot pot section and specializing in perverted spicy.

After all, the perverted spicy test is not only for the mouth and stomach, but also for the backyard flowers.

This kind of perverted spicy at every turn, or even double or triple perverted spicy, is not acceptable to ordinary people at all.

However, I didn't expect everyone to be a little afraid and cautious of roast pig eyes, and the first one to order was her.

"Uncle, aren't you very interested in this new product? Why not order a string and give it a try? Vanessa looked at Abraham with some strange eyes.

"Don't worry, you've ordered it anyway, let Sean try the poison first." Abraham laughed.

Sean: "......"

"Well, that's a good idea." Vanessa smiled and nodded, with a sly smile on her face, let you urge me to go home, let you eat something impressive and go home.

"Boss, Miss Windsor, they ordered a roast pig's eye at their table, and no one else ordered it." Mia went into the kitchen and looked at McGonagall.

"Well, that's good, at least someone ordered it, didn't it?" McGonagall said with a smile, looking up at Vanessa and the others who were sitting at the table opposite the window, her eyes lingered on Sean for a moment, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and she quickly looked away and continued to shake the wok in her hand.

"That's right." Mia nodded.

"Ten servings of Yangzhou fried rice." McGonagall shook her spoon, bowl by spoon, and in an instant filled all the plates that had been laid out on the side, signaling that Barbara, who was standing on the side, could serve the food.

"How long has it been?" Sean glanced at the crowded dining room, they were the last table, and if the dishes were served in order, it would be a long wait.

"No, Boss Mai can cook quickly." Vanessa glanced back in the direction of the kitchen and said confidently.

Sean looked up at the direction of the kitchen when he heard this, from his position through the transparent window you can see a lot of space in the kitchen, the bright kitchen area is not small, although there are many things, but it doesn't look messy at all, a somewhat familiar figure wanders between different kitchen utensils, skillfully controlling the entire kitchen, constantly outgoing a piece of food.

The most striking thing was the grill almost directly opposite him, the charcoal fire had been burned, but the ingredients had not yet been placed on it.

"Isn't it possible that pig's eyes will be roasted here?" Sean's brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of a not-so-good premonition rose in his heart.

Before he could withdraw his gaze, McGonagall had already walked over with a transparent crystal basin, and in the crystal basin, there were huge pig eyes, densely stacked together, so that Rao was used to seeing the bloody scenes on the battlefield, and his scalp was a little numb.

"He's coming, he's coming, he's coming with pig's eyes."

Abraham stretched his neck with great interest, for a good foodie, for some unusual ingredients, you have to have enough curiosity and a keen sense of smell, you can wait a little, but you must keep enough attention to not let yourself miss a dish.

"Really?" Vanessa covered her face with her hands, then slowly turned her head to sneak a look through her fingers, and then immediately turned her head back, her face changed slightly: "Wow, it's terrifying, it's really big eyes." ”

Lola, who was sitting next to her, trembled and didn't dare to look back.

"It's just a pig's eye, and it's not enough evidence." Sean coughed dryly and waved his hand indifferently.

"Brother Sean is really a brave man, he dares to watch Boss Mai roast pig's eyes." Vanessa said with admiration.

Sean, who was going to retract his gaze, stiffened, rolled his throat, and had to continue to pose with a light and breezy appearance, looking at the man in the window who reached out and pinched an eyeball from the crystal basin, and then deftly pierced it on a bamboo stick, and reciprocated several times, and a string of pig's eyes with five eyeballs was put on.

The eyeballs were dug out by the roots, and there were a little bloodshots, the eyes were clear, and they looked very fresh, they should have just been dug out not long ago, and after wearing them in a string, they looked more and more weird, and they seemed to be stared at by one eye, which made him a little uncomfortable.

McGonagall swept the corner of her eye to see Sean's expression change, the corners of her mouth turned slightly, and the string of pig eyes in her hand turned around on her fingertips, first put on the grill, then quickly put on two skewers, and at the same time put them on the grill and roasted them slowly over low heat.

A qualified roast pig's eye must be roasted slowly on the grill for 20 minutes, which is a great test of patience and control of the heat.

And sitting in front of the grill and staring at this process is also quite a test of the psychological tolerance of diners, after all, this kind of scene is indeed not so small and fresh.

The eye-to-eye game has officially begun.

Many guests close to the window couldn't help but take a curious look at it, and many people immediately withdrew their gaze, saying that they couldn't accept it.

There were also a few guests with a little heavy taste, who stared at McGonagall curiously, wanting to see how McGonagall roasted this seemingly terrifying pig's eye.

When the pig's eyes are placed on the grill that has been preheated for a while, the subcutaneous fat on the surface begins to simmer, and the plump and round eyeballs begin to gradually deform and change color.

It's a very slow process, and if you want to see the changes, you'll have to look at the dead pigs and stare at them carefully.

In order to maintain his image as an iron-blooded soldier and a brave brother, Sean watched with a pleasant expression as McGonagall roasted pig's eyes, his pupils gradually diverged, and his eyes fell more on McGonagall's body.

This chef, who had met once at the palace banquet, did have the feeling of General Yum standing on the battlefield when he stood in the kitchen, this kind of aura he had only seen in that person, and he could only stand behind that person back then, watching him lead the border army to incredible victories one after another.

It wasn't until the latter two disappeared and he took that position that he gradually understood that that kind of aura could not be possessed by standing in that position.

It's just that I didn't expect a small chef to be able to have such an aura, and I don't know if it was because those eyeballs were too impactful, or something else, that made him have this illusion.