Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

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

The two sat facing each other, with a bubbling soup pot between them, their eyes wide open and small eyes wide open, and they were silent strangely, neither of them made a move first.

"Can you cook?" Camilla spoke first.

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

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

The two sighed at the same time as they looked at the dazzling variety of ingredients on the small dining car next to them.

Then the two turned their heads and looked out the French windows at the same time. The people who had been sitting in a circle and were preparing dipping dishes under the guidance of Mag showed a bit of envy.

"I don't think it's that difficult, why don't we take a look at this guide first." Connie looked away, handed Camilla a hot pot guide, and picked up one to read carefully.

"Hairy belly - hold it with chopsticks, put it in a hot soup pot, put it down for a second, lift it up for a second, up and down, repeat the action repeatedly, and you can eat it. Don't overtime, otherwise you will lose your soul." Connie Read it softly.

The eyes of the two fell on the thin slices of things on the first plate on the first floor of the dining car. The brown and black slices were soaked in water and looked wrinkled.

"This can't be something from the belly of a cow, right?" Camilla frowned. As a noble vampire countess, she only drinks the freshest virgin blood, and even if it's the next best thing, it must be a clean pigeon Blood.

The things in the stomachs of the livestock feel dirty just by listening to them, and Mag actually let them eat this kind of thing.

"Yeah, it's so special. I've never eaten this kind of thing before." Connie was full of curiosity. Even when beasts ate wild animals, they would clean up the animal's internal organs, so that they could eat something alone. Such internal organs have never been seen before.

Moreover, the ups and downs cooking method is also very special, it sounds very simple. aunt

"Why don't I try it." Connie eagerly picked up the long chopsticks. She just learned how to hold chopsticks these days, and with some reluctance picked up a piece of tripe from the bowl and put it in the tumbling soup pot. As soon as it was put into the pot, the red soup rolled a bit, and when she picked up the chopsticks again, there was nothing on it.

"Oh shit!"

Connie stared at the empty chopsticks for a moment, it's over now, whether there is any chopsticks.

The red soup pot is covered with a layer of dried chili segments and Chinese prickly ash. This thin tripe is like a pot, like a mud cow entering the sea, and it disappears all at once.

Connie scooped the soup pot with chopsticks for a while, but still couldn't find the missing piece of tripe.

"You don't need to look for it, that piece of tripe has lost its soul." Camilla pointed to the alarm clock next to it.

"I'm sorry, tripe, you can go at ease." Connie retracted her chopsticks apologetically. It seemed that this piece of tripe was not for her, and she couldn't do such difficult movements as ups and downs with chopsticks. I can give up the novel food of tripe and pick up the hot pot eating guide again.

"Duck intestines, hold them with chopsticks... until the duck intestines are curled up and down."

Connie was silent for a while, staring at the slender duck intestine for a while, then looked up at Camilla and asked, "Are we going to starve to death?"

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

"No, no, let's eat hot pot." Connie shrank her neck and continued to look at the guide.

...

Unlike the two people who had no clue in the restaurant, outside the restaurant, everyone was already sitting around the dining table, and according to Mag's guidance, they had prepared the dipping dish that suited their taste.

The customers who lined up had already surrounded the hot pot table three times, looking at Mag and the others curiously. Boss Mai said that today he would show everyone what shabu shabu is.

Originally, everyone thought that they were going to perform a cooking show for everyone, but judging from the current situation, it seems that this is not the case.

"So Boss Mai is so young." Vanessa standing in the front row looked at Mag curiously.

She has been to the imperial dining room several times, and the top chefs that can be lined up there are not young, at least they are greasy middle-aged uncles.

But this boss Mai seems to be only in his early thirties, with a tall figure, good skin, and no greasy feeling at all. The mustache on his upper lip adds a touch of mature charm, and he always has a warm smile on his face , which makes people feel good.

"Besides, there are so many beautiful girls." Lola stared at those girls, each of them was so beautiful, and she was no different from Her Royal Highness, but they were all just waiters in the restaurant?

"Boss Mai, aren't you planning to eat for us?" Harrison asked.

"Yes, hot pot is a new way of eating food, but you may be unfamiliar with it, so I will demonstrate it to you today. After the hot pot is officially launched, everyone will know how to eat it." Mag smiled.

"In the past, it was fine for the little boss to eat for us, but now all the staff in the restaurant are in battle. You are cruel." Harrison said with some resentment.

The other guests also suddenly understood what might happen next, and their expressions became a little weird.

"First of all, we need to prepare a dipping dish that suits our own taste with seasoning, which can make the food cooked in the same hot pot more in line with your taste." Mag showed everyone his dipping dish, and then picked up the The guide at hand, "This is a hot pot eating guide, which lists the cooking method and time of all the food. Just follow the guide, dip the cooked food in the dipping plate, and it will be delicious."

"That is to say, are we going to cook this hot pot ourselves?"

"You have to do it yourself? Can't you eat ready-made ones?"

"I'm a kitchen killer. I'm afraid that the cooked food will eat me to death."

"Sounds so troublesome, I'm eighteen, can I finish it?"

When everyone heard the words, they immediately started talking one after another, full of doubts about this new meal.

"The soul and fun of hot pot lies in participation. You can chat and talk during the waiting time, slow down the pace of life, and enjoy the delicious food. This is the true meaning of hot pot." Mag smiled and shook his head, then compared with his fingers Lips, "Watching the meal, please keep quiet."

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

Everyone looked at the blue-purple flame jumping in Amy's hand, and immediately shut their mouths obediently, but there was still a trace of doubt in their eyes when they looked at Mag, if they could make delicious food, they would still come to Mamy's Restaurant what.

Mag withdrew his gaze from the guests, looked at the people on the table and said with a smile: "There is nothing in the hot pot, but in terms of deliciousness, hairy belly and duck intestines can be ranked in the top three."

"Use chopsticks to pick up a piece of hairy belly, put it into the boiling hot pot, let the hairy belly be completely submerged in the tumbling red soup, wait for a second, immediately take out the soup pot, let it cool down, and immediately put it back into the soup pot, repeat This movement, ups and downs, until the hairy belly is foaming, that is the most appropriate time, while the hairy belly is not paying attention, roll it around in the dipping dish, blow it twice, and then feed it directly into the mouth ..."

Meg McGonagall chewed the spicy hairy belly, each bite was so crispy and elastic, the spiciness bloomed on the tip of the tongue, the hair of the mixed color was stimulated to open, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the forehead... 8) For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy