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

Chapter 1913

Milo is now seriously suspicious that Randy has become the gold medal sales of the restaurant. From the moment they spoke to each other, they fell into his trap.

It can attack Garland's baldness pain point, strengthen the pain caused by baldness, and make use of the group effect to make garland lose his sense as an intellectual.

Ten thousand copper coins, which is half a month's salary for garland, even if the cost of dining in lodu is rare to break ten thousand, but now he ordered a ten thousand copper coin Buddha jump wall.

"Over the years, you've been worried about the rising hairline. You've eaten and used a lot of things. Baldness is not a disease. It's a disability. There's no rule of law." Milo made a final attempt.

"That's quite interesting." Randy laughed. "But even if you are disabled, boss Mai can cure you with a bowl of soup."

Milo takes a look at Randy. He meets a master in secret.

"Buy it! If I can let my hair grow out before I go back, it will be very interesting for my mother-in-law to see me 20 years younger. " Garland decided.

Milo didn't say any more. After all, garland is the editor in chief of shiquanshimei. He's a middle-class man. What's wrong with contributing a little money to his hair?

If it doesn't work, they can get more material. Randy's false propaganda can't escape.

"Shocked! Carnivorism is a gourmet. It's selling anti hair loss products to a restaurant

Such a title has been scheduled for the first hot article in the new issue of total eclipse of next month.

To tell you the truth, Milo has been a bit disappointed since he was in line.

He has accumulated all the firepower. When he comes to the Maimi restaurant, he finds that he has no noise to vomit?!

As an expert in the field of finding fault, he has a pair of eyes that find the slot, and a mouth that can use the most simple words to say the most poignant words.

But it happened that he met such a restaurant where he had no noise to spit, could not say any sharp words, and even his voice became gentle because of the environment and rules.

"These are all illusory things, mules and horses. You'll know when you're at the table." Milo ordered the meal, folded her arms around her chest and waited for the meal to come to the table.

The dishes he ordered were very simple, with meat and vegetarians. They were all dishes written by Randy and Derek in vegetarianism and carnivorism.

Since I'm here to find fault, as a professional, I certainly can't talk nonsense. It's not his style. Accurate sniping is his feature just now.

In her spare time waiting for the dishes to be served, Milo looked quietly in the direction of the kitchen, but her eyes widened a little.

From his position, you can see the interior of the kitchen clearly through the glass window.

It's totally different from the kitchen he's seen before. It's clean and bright. The spacious space is almost half the size of a restaurant. What he can see is part of the console.

At this time, McGonagall was like a general in the Chinese army. The pot on the stove was his capable general, and the spatula in his hand was his flag and weapon.

I saw him wandering among several cooking stoves, cooking several different kinds of food at the same time, and even turning over hundreds of kebabs on one side of the grill, brushing them with oil and various sauces with a brush.

It's exaggerating, you know?

Other people's kitchens are equipped with several chefs, and there must be several assistant chefs and apprentices around them. The work is very hot, and the efficiency is not very high.

But McGonagall did all the cooking related work, including making the pot and putting it on the plate, which made people feel that he was able to do it with ease, and even made people feel that he could add two more pots.

As for efficiency.

Milo, sitting at the kitchen door, had seen a dish float past him and then fall in front of the ordered guests.

"It seems that Miss Barbara is back. I'll see you for the first time, will you?" Randy said with a smile.

"For the first time." Milo nodded. He made an assessment in his mind. The serving speed is incredible. For a medium-sized restaurant, such serving speed needs a high-end kitchen with overload operation.

Now there's only one person in the kitchen... Cooking at leisure.

"Is the boss... A monster?" Milo swallows his saliva. With this freehand operation, he has compared chefs all over the world.

"To this extent, boss Mai actually restrained himself. Two days ago, he went to the food fair and set up a stall. Thousands of people lined up and he did it by himself. When I was in the queue, I felt that his hands were all residual. The dining efficiency was ten times that of the stall with more than a dozen people next door." Randy turned to look in the direction of the kitchen and said with a smile.

"Is it too casual? I can't feel the soul. " Make complaints about garland Tucao.

Randy said with a smile, "I think it's more soul than those cooks who are boring and repeating the same action. It's relaxed and freehand. It's absolute confidence in cooking skills. From the attentive expression of boss Mai, we can see that he enjoys and loves what he does."

Garland picked pick eyebrows, with a pen pole is not the same, a word actually let him unable to refute, can only ask for help to look at Milo.

"Yes, I haven't seen this attitude towards cooking for a long time." Milo nodded in agreement, and looked at McGonagall with the same admiration.

Garland: "and

They are here to find fault this time to uncover the scam of carnivorism and vegetarianism, but now Milo seems to be out of shape?

Although it is his consistent style to fight hard online and be submissive offline, it is rare to praise this kind of thing.

"Take your time, please." A dish floated out of the kitchen, and then landed in front of them, while there was a crisp sound in their ears.

Although they have seen the way that the space magician serves, Milo and garland are still a little surprised. They feel strange when they think that the mysterious and rare space magician should serve themselves.

But Milo's eyes were quickly attracted by the food in front of him.

In front of the long plate, there is a fish split from the middle, golden red soup poured on the fish, crystal clear, perfect from the staggered knife edge into the fish.

The delicious smell of fish rises with the heat, which makes Milo's throat roll for a while. The smell... Is really attractive.

Garland's expression is similar, but still asked in a low voice: "we don't seem to have any fish, do we?"

"It's not fish. It's eggplant with fish flavor." Randy took a look and said with a smile.

"Is this fish flavored eggplant?" Milo and garland were both surprised. After a close examination, they found that what was in the plate was not fish, but purple eggplant cut into fish shape, cut into flower knife, and then fried until golden. If you don't look carefully, it's the same as fish.

This kind of knife work and craftsmanship makes a purple eggplant, which can't be more ordinary, completely transformed.