"What are you talking about? Who's here?" Kazakhstan froze, looking at McGonagall in a weird manner.

"Master Rom of Eisenburg," McGonagall said, "he had breakfast at the restaurant this morning."

"How could that be, that guy is the kind of man who can live in the forge for a lifetime." Hasselblad stared, really surprised.

"Maybe the fish head with chopped pepper is too delicious," McGonagall said flatly.

"Do you mean ... he was attracted by the chopped fish head made by you? For a fish head, he even gave up the insistence and belief of the dead house, and ran to the chaotic city?" Ha Switzerland looked Looking at McGonagall incredibly.

"Isn't the charm of a fish head enough?" McGonagall asked, looking at Kazakhstan.

Kazakhstan thought for a while and nodded, "Enough is enough."

He didn't just stay in the chaotic city because of a dish. It sounded incredible, but it was so taken for granted.

"Learn kebabs today, the simplest kebabs." McGonagall took out a whole piece of beef and a bamboo stick from the refrigerator and put it on the cutting table. "Start by cutting the meat and wearing the skewers. "

"Barbecue is my specialty. I must get started quickly." Kazakhstan was confident.

Chebman stood aside and looked carefully, like a serious good student.

"Barbecue is a technical task. Only when you have a good grasp of the heat can you make a satisfying barbecue, and the preparation of ingredients is also very important. This beef we choose ..." McGonagall began to teach with a serious look.

Kazakhstan and Chebman are very good apprentices. They have a solid cooking foundation and have a very devout and serious attitude to cooking.

So in addition to husband and wife lung slices, McGonagall also planned to teach them roast beef skewers.

Yexiaojiang had no kebabs, which seemed a bit lonely and boring.

McGonagall has no ability to let more people eat kebabs, and Kazakhstan, who likes to travel and learn from others, is obviously a good communicator.

Maybe through him, he could let the grilled skewers open up a land in the midnight snacks of Nolan mainland, and have a place.

Money is inexhaustible, and it is not easy to add some novel dishes to the world's catering structure and become popular.

Not to mention anything else, in the chaotic city, he never advocated that his dishes should not be imitated, but the various restaurants appearing on Aden Square that named the dishes on her menu did not have any freshness. After the period, the business will be hot.

Therefore, a professional apprentice is also very important.

"Master, please rest assured that these things we have learned will never be taught to a third person, only for us to learn by ourselves." Kazakhstan looked at Meg solemnly promised that Meg was impressed by his uprightness and dedication. Even private things like recipes may not even teach father and son, let alone to two completely strangers before. It is just a bit of a joke. There is no trace of hiding.

This character and trust made him sincerely admire McGonagall, worthy of a master.

"You don't need to keep a secret for me. I think the level of the food industry is too low now. I hope you can spread these two dishes for me and raise the standard of the food industry a little bit." McGonagall shook his head.

"Uh ..." Ha Switzerland swooned, looking at Calm with a look that was not like joking McGonagall, and sighed: "This is the loneliness of a master. I used to have this feeling, but I did not expect to meet Master Rest assured, I will teach them every place I go in the future and let these two dishes spread. "

"You need to learn it first." McGonagall glanced at Ha Switzerland and smiled. "I still don't need to mention this time?"

"No, a qualified student didn't even try to talk to a teacher first. Although he was foolproof, he lost the opportunity to find his own shortcomings and progress." Ha Switzerland declined decisively.

Chebman aside, hesitated, and looked at McGonagall, "Master, this time I also want to try it myself."

"Okay, then you can do it. I'll go out." McGonagall untied the apron and took a few skewers of roast beef that had already been grilled and walked towards the door.

"Why don't you guys mention it this time?" Ha Swiss said with a smile at Chebman.

"Master is right. Shortcuts do not allow chefs to make progress. Things that go directly into your head are different from things you think about. This is how you taught me from an early age." Chebman said seriously.

"Okay, let's start cutting the meat." Ha Swiss took the knife and started cutting the meat seriously.

...

"Where is the drawing?" McGonagall entered the blacksmith's shop with the skewers, and Mo Bai, Lulu, and Hanna gathered around the small table, discussing the drawings seriously.

"Yes, boss, boss Mobai is really amazing. The first part is almost finished." Hannah looked up, with three charcoal gray marks on her face, and became a cat with a painted face.

"Mr. Mai." Mo Bai also looked at McGonagall and greeted him with a smile.

"Grilled some kebabs, let's have some more time to watch them." McGonagall passed the kebabs in his hand, two per person, just right.

"Old ... Ban, I'll show you the machine." Hannah bit the kebab while taking Meg into the forging room next door.

Hannah pointed to a row of small parts in the corner of the forging room and said, "You see, these parts have been forged. Now it's only the main body of the brewing machine. The owner of Mobai said that the thing is too big. This forging room is not big enough, he has to go to a friend to find a few forging divisions to work with. "

"The efficiency is good, and the accuracy is also good. It is far better than your old batch of old machines." McGonagall squatted down and looked at those parts. He had to boast a black-and-white craftsmanship. Although they were made by hand, the accuracy of these parts It is extremely tall, more than enough to make wine, and it is indeed a cruel man who can make artillery by himself.

Hannah said earnestly: "I made it myself. Although it looks a little ugly, I still use them to make high-quality rums. That's a good machine."

"Okay, I know you're great." McGonagall laughed. In this way, it seems that the brewery can start building simultaneously. After the building is completed, the machine enters the market and can start mass production of rum.

With a top rum factory and a top brand, he can already imagine what an investment this is.

"Keep busy, I'm going to the sun." McGonagall didn't stay long, went out of the smithy, and saw Julian, who was combing the black feathers with few charcoal left, at the door of the magic potion shop next door, and said hello with a smile. "Master Julian, comb your black charcoal."

Black charcoal leaned down comfortably, enjoying the feeling of a thin comb sliding over the body.

"Clean up, Amy is easier to burn." Julian replied hoarsely.

"Ok?!!"

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Charcoal stiffened and fell into the cage.

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