Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

Chapter 1228

Everyone went out, and only Camilla and Connie were left in the restaurant.

They sat opposite each other, a bubbling soup pot in the middle, big eyes staring at small eyes, strange silence, no one started first.

"Can you cook?" Camilla speaks first.

Connie shook her head. "We sometimes eat raw."

"I usually only drink fresh blood." Camilla frowned slightly.

Two people looked at the side of a small dining car on a variety of ingredients, while sighing.

Then they turned their heads and looked out of the landing window at the same time. They were already sitting in a circle. Under McGonagall's instruction, the people who were preparing the dip dishes showed a bit of envy.

"I don't think it's that difficult. Let's take a look at this guide first." Connie looked back and handed Camilla a hotpot guide. She picked up one and read it carefully.

"Hairy belly - put it into a hot soup pot with chopsticks, put it down for one second, lift it up for one second, and repeat it repeatedly. Do not exceed the time limit, or you will lose your soul." Connie read it softly.

Two people's eyes fell to one side, dining car on the first floor of the first plate filled with a few thin things, brown and black pieces of bubble in the water, looks full of wrinkles.

"It's not from the belly of a cow, is it?" Camilla frowned. As a noble Countess of vampire, she only had the freshest virgin blood. Even if it came second, it must be clean pigeon blood.

The things in the belly of the livestock, just listen to feel dirty, MEG even let them eat this kind of thing.

"Yes, it's so special. I've never eaten this kind of food before." Connie is full of curiosity, even when the orcs eat wild animals raw, they will clean up the animal's internal organs, so that they have never seen to eat some internal organs alone.

Moreover, the way of cooking is very special, it sounds very simple. Gu

"Why don't I try." Connie was eager to take up the long chopsticks. She just learned how to hold the chopsticks these days. Some reluctantly picked up a piece of tripe from the bowl and put it into the tumbling soup pot. As soon as the tripe entered the pot, the red soup rolled. When she picked up the chopsticks again, there was nothing on it.

"Oh Hoo!"

Connie looked at the empty chopsticks for a moment. It's over, but it's not.

Red soup pot covered with a layer of dried pepper section and pepper, this thin tripe as a pot, like a cow into the sea, suddenly disappeared.

Connie fished for a while in the soup pot with chopsticks, but still couldn't find the missing tripe.

"Don't look for it. The tripe has lost its soul." Camilla pointed to the alarm clock next to her.

"I'm sorry, tripe. You can go at ease." Connie apologetically took back her chopsticks. It seems that this piece of tripe has no chance with her, and she can't complete such a difficult action with chopsticks. She can only give up this novel food tripe and pick up the hot pot again.

"Duck intestines, with chopsticks... Seven up and eight down, to duck intestines roll can."

Connie was silent for a moment, staring at the slender duck intestine for a moment, then looked up at Camilla and said, "will we starve to death?"

Camilla thought for a moment, then looked at Connie's neck. "Why don't you let me take a bite?"

"No, no, we'd better eat hot pot." Connie shrunk and continued to look at the guide.

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Different from the two people who had no clue in the dining room, outside the dining room, people had already gathered around the dining table, and according to McGonagall's guidance, they had prepared the dip dishes suitable for their own taste.

The guests in line have surrounded the hot pot table for three times, and they are curious to see McGonagall. Boss McGonagall said that today we will show you what hot pot is.

Originally, people thought that they were going to give you a live performance of cooking food, but from the current posture, it seems that this is not the case.

"Boss Mai is so young." Standing in the front row, Vanessa looks at McGonagall curiously. She has been to the imperial dining room several times. The number one master in the dining room is not young, at least the greasy middle-aged uncle.

But the boss looks only in his early thirties. He is tall and has good skin. He doesn't feel greasy at all. The moustache on his upper lip adds a touch of mature charm. He always has a warm smile on his face, which makes people feel good.

"Besides, there are so many beautiful girls." Lola was staring at all the girls. Everyone was so beautiful that she was no worse than her royal highness. Were they all just waiter in the restaurant?

"Mr. Mai, you are not going to eat it for us, are you?" Harrison asked.

"Yes, hot pot is a new way to eat delicious food, but you may be unfamiliar with it, so I'll show you today. After the formal launch of hot pot, you will know how to eat it." Meg said with a smile.

"It used to be that the little boss ate it for us, but now all the staff in the restaurant are fighting. It's cruel of you." Harrison said with some bitterness.

Other guests suddenly understood what might happen next, and their expressions became a little strange one after another.

"First of all, we need to use seasoning to prepare a dip dish suitable for our own taste, which can make the food cooked in the same hot pot more suitable for your taste." McGonagall showed you his dipping dish, and then picked up the guide on hand, "this is a hot pot food guide, which lists the cooking methods and times of all foods. As long as you follow the guide, dip the cooked food in the dipping dish, it will be delicious."

"In other words, should we cook the hot pot ourselves?"

"Do you have to do it yourself? Can't you eat it off the shelf? "

"I'm a kitchen killer. I'm afraid I'll eat myself to death."

"That sounds troublesome. I'm eighteen. Can I finish it?"

People smell speech immediately you a word I a language of say, for this new meal full of doubt.

"The soul and fun of hotpot lies in participation. During the waiting time, you can chat and talk, slow down the pace of life and enjoy the delicious food. This is the essence of hotpot." MEG shook his head with a smile, then compared his lips with his fingers. "Watch the meal. Please be quiet."

"Be quiet." Amy looked back at the crowd and said seriously, "I'm super hungry."

They all looked at the blue and purple flames in Amy's hands and immediately closed their mouths. However, when they looked at Meg's eyes, they still had a little doubt. If they could make delicious food, why would they come to the Maimi restaurant.

McGonagall took his eyes away from the guests, looked at the people on the table, and said with a smile, "hotpot has nothing to rinse, but in terms of delicacy, the tripe and duck intestines can rank in the top three."

"Pick up a piece of tripe with chopsticks, put it into a hot hot pot, and let the tripe completely immerse in the boiling red soup. Wait for one second, immediately put it out of the soup pot, let it cool down a little, and then put it back into the soup pot. Repeat this action. When the tripe bubbles, that's the most appropriate time. When the tripe doesn't pay attention, roll it in the dipping dish and blow it twice, Then feed it directly to your mouth... "

MEG MEG chewed his spicy tripe. Every mouthful was so crisp and elastic. The spicy taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue. The mixed color hair was stimulated and opened, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead