The girls looked at McGonagall, but here is a top chef. Is Eddie showing off her roast lamb skills in front of McGonagall?

McGonagall nodded with anticipation: "Then there is work."

Most of the herdsmen on the grassland are experts in roasting meat. Whether it is roasted whole lambs on the grassland of Inner Mongolia or the red willow barbecue of the Robe people, if you are lucky, you can always taste delicious food that you can't taste in the city.

McGonagall learned kebabs and grilled pork eyes, but he didn't dare to say that he was a barbeque expert, but he only took advantage of the system and mastered some fur.

If you can learn both hands from the real connoisseur, it would be better.

When he came to this world, his biggest change was probably to learn to lower his posture.

In the past, I always felt that there was nothing to fight for in my life. He lived only as he wanted, but now it is different. He really saw the depth of the chef's profession, like the vast starry sea. To become a bright star inside, he must Only learn and progress.

"Guests, please." Eddie led McGonagall into a large tent. The inside of the tent was very simple. The blue and silver grass on the ground was cut, and the mud was simply compacted. There was only one soil hoe. Coming to Xiaomazha, I managed to gather twelve. Sheepskin tents were isolated from the wind, which was quite warm, but there was a little smell of livestock.

In the eyes of the herdsmen, this is not a big deal. The rumblings in cattle and sheep are inevitable.

But for McGonagall, the smell was a bit unfriendly.

"You distinguished guests, wait here. I'll roast lamb for you. Roasting whole lamb is the main banquet, but it will take a long time to cook. I'll roast some lamb for your distinguished guests first." They arranged it properly and let a few smart girls stay in the tent.

"It's the smell of sheep." Amy sniffed and looked left and right.

After a while, several herders came in, breaking the pottery bowl, and handed a bowl of steaming goat's milk to McGonagall's hands. They smiled and gestured to drink.

Although these herdsmen did not speak common language, the enthusiastic smile still infected everyone, but the warmth of the milk was too tempting, and everyone took the goat's milk and drank it.

Meg drank goat's milk on the prairie, and the goat's milk handled by herders themselves, even after cooking, had a little bitter taste, not as beautiful as expected.

But this time the goat's milk was somewhat unexpected.

The scent of goat's milk is processed very well, and there is almost no sense of it, or the goat's milk itself has no scent. Belly, feeling warm, lips and teeth fragrant.

"Good milk." McGonagall's eyes lit up and he couldn't help praise.

Camilla and Angela both looked up at McGonagall.

"Good goat's milk." McGonagall added that his face wasn't red and heartbeat. It was dangerous and dangerous, and he almost said something to his mother.

Grumbling.

The delicious goat's milk quickly fell into the belly of everyone, and the original restrained feeling was also broken by this bowl of warm goat's milk.

The herders looked at this scene with proud smiles on their faces. The Buck tribe only produced the best goat milk.

Amy put down the empty bowl, licked the corner of her mouth, and looked forward: "The goat's milk is so delicious, the roasted goat must be very delicious!"

McGonagall handed the empty bowl to the shepherd girl, expressed her gratitude, and got up and said, "I want to see their roast sheep. Would you like to go?"

"I'm going." Amy raised the ugly duckling.

"Meow ~" The ugly duckling who just fell asleep squinted and wondered.

"I want to go too, Sister Shirley, let's go too." Anna got up and took Shirley's hand. This was the first time she came to the grassland. Horses are even better.

"Okay." Shirley stood up.

"Let's go too. It must be great to play on the prairie." Mia pulled up Elizabeth and said with a smile.

"Okay, let's go." McGonagall nodded and took the lead out of the tent.

Although it is near the snowy mountains and the temperature is relatively low, the temperature is still about ten degrees because of the blue and silver grass. For everyone from the chaotic city wrapped in snow and ice, this temperature is completely okay.

Moreover, the fresh air on the grassland, the distant clouds and snow-capped mountains in the distance, and the blue sky are all refreshing.

Everyone obviously prefers to be outside than a tent with a bit of sheep in the dark.

McGonagall used body language to express the process of wanting to visit the roasted sheep. Herdsmen who were attentive immediately led them behind the tent. A group of herdsmen were busy slaughtering the sheep, bleeding and peeling.

Not far away, several herders lit the fire and were throwing rough logs into it.

Their arrival immediately attracted the attention of many people. Many people put down their work and smiled friendly at them.

Edie just bleeded a sheep, heard the movement, lowered the knife and turned around, and looked at them with surprise, "Dear guests, why are you here, please wait in the tent and bake The lamb is ready to be grilled soon. "

"It's okay, we are more interested in the process of roasting sheep, so we want to see for ourselves how you roasted sheep." McGonagall said with a smile, his eyes were attracted by the black goat who had wiped his neck and was still struggling. .

He slaughtered thousands of polar black goats in the Kitchen Space last night. With a single glance, he was 100% sure that the black goat on the other side was about to completely breathe out.

"System, come out and see, I have found this polar black goat." McGonagall was a little proud, and it was so easy to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere, without waiting for him to ask, the sheep slammed into the door. coming.

"Finding a polar black goat has been completed. Please ask the host to catch a polar black goat in person. The task is really completed." The system replied.

"Okay." McGonagall agreed easily. Now that these herders can catch a polar black goat, they must know where to find them, and capturing a natural one is without difficulty.

"Why is this sheep different from those we just saw? Isn't it a breed on the grassland?" McGonagall stepped forward, watching the black goat curiously.

"Guests have good eyes. This black goat is indeed not a sheep on our prairie. It only appears on snowy mountains. It can run on steep cliffs and is very difficult to capture, but its meat is incomparable with ordinary mutton. It is a holy product among sheep, "Yi Di said with a smile." This one was caught in a trap we laid on the mountain yesterday, and it is ready for guests to make roast whole sheep. "