Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Today's live ammunition practice gave McGonagall a deeper understanding of this heavy sniper.

First of all, in terms of lethality, this heavy sniper can hit a fatal position within a range of ten kilometers, which is enough to kill a tenth-level dragon.

Of course, most of the tenth-level powerhouses have keen vigilance. After the air mechanism is locked, most of them will feel that they are not so easy to be killed.

The effective killing distance of Level 7 and above is 30 kilometers, and after more than 30 kilometers, the power drops significantly.

The second is the sight with a sense of technology, which can automatically measure and calculate the environment, replacing the work of observers, making individual combat easier and more efficient.

However, your target is a living creature, and most of them are strong, so an excellent sniper has to learn how to make predictions, let your bullet travel through dozens of kilometers, and accurately explode the target's head.

Relying on strong mental power and combat experience, McGonagall's ability to predict is better than most people.

But this is the experience accumulated through high-intensity practice, and it cannot be made up in a day or two. He still needs more practice.

For Mag, a semi-native, the deepest feeling this gun gave him was that times had changed.

This is a heavy sniper that can kill a tenth-level strongman. An ordinary human can find a suitable sniper position with the support, find the target with the scope, and then press the trigger to complete the kill.

Moreover, using the eyes to find the target, without the help of the air machine to lock it, is even more difficult to guard against.

Thirty kilometers, which is already beyond the alert range of the Luodu Palace.

"The dungeon is really exciting..." Mag lightly landed on the balcony, staring at the ground.

I don't know what the world under the ground is like.

Cyberpunk? Or utopia?

Although Xi looks like an emotionless robot, but judging from her obsession with braised pork, she has exposed some of her humanity, and the possibility of being prudish should be relatively high.

Moreover, she does not seem to have mechanical prosthetics visible to the naked eye, nor does she show obvious extreme thoughts, and she can still communicate normally on the whole.

Apart from this gun, what is the world of the dungeon really like? This made Mag even more curious.

Mag took a shower and didn't rush back to the room to rest, but went to the study to write a manuscript.

In his previous life, he was a self-proclaimed amateur food critic, and he believed that his level was higher than that of most so-called gourmets who only used rhetoric.

But now thinking of those previous words, I still can't help but want to go back and beat myself to death.

Those words that forced Lai Lai back then have all become my retribution now...

Giving up the field of poisonous tongue reviews that she is good at, Mag has now switched to a food teaching instructor.

How to make the expression of the text vivid, interesting and easy to understand, so that readers will want to try it by themselves after reading the text, buy ingredients, cook by themselves, and make a meal, which is much simpler than simple diss .

After writing the manuscript, Mag read it through several times by himself, corrected a few details and typos, and then copied it by hand, which was considered complete.

Putting down the pen, Mag looked out the window,

The sky has turned white, and the sun has dyed half of the sky red.

It's another day.

Put away the manuscript, this is a column manuscript for ten magazines two days ago, this time he plans to teach everyone how to cook braised pork.

The fish-flavored eggplant is a vegetarian dish, and the braised pork is a big meat, one meat and one vegetarian, even if it is a meal for one person.

Of course, it would be perfect with a soup.

Buddha jumping over the wall is too exaggerated and not suitable for ordinary people to do it by themselves.

So many high-end ingredients, stewed at home by myself, if I make a mistake, I will die of distress.

It must be tomato and egg soup, a soup that is back to basics, easy to learn and delicious.

Thinking about it this way, Mag herself wanted to drink tomato and egg drop soup.

After taking a cold shower, I was refreshed immediately.

Putting on the chef's uniform, Mag went downstairs to start the preparations for breakfast.

Mag didn't get the recipe for Tomato and Egg Drop Soup from the system, but for such a simple dish, even without a system, he thought he could make it up.

In the field of tomato and egg soup, there has always been a debate on whether to fry the eggs first or fry the tomatoes first and then pour the egg liquid into the soup.

In fact, McGonagall has tried both of these methods, and it can't be said which one is more high-end. The good or bad depends on personal taste.

After the eggs are first fried with lard, they are used to cook the soup. The taste of the soup will be more prominent and delicious, and the soup will appear thicker.

Before turning off the fire, pour egg liquid into the tumbling soup, let the egg liquid disperse into egg drops, and you can get a bowl of smooth and tender egg drop soup, which has an excellent taste, sweet and sour.

It was only the children who made the choice, and Mag made a portion of each of the two types of tomato and egg drop soup.

At the breakfast table, everyone looked at the two big bowls of egg drop soup in the middle of the table, and they were a little confused.

"Father, is this a new dish?" Amy looked at Mag and asked.

Others also looked at Mag.

"Yes, the idea that popped up suddenly this morning, I tried to do it for the first time, and used two different methods. Let's try it." McGonagall nodded.

The birth of every new dish requires warriors as tasters to put forward their valuable suggestions.

"It looks very beautiful in color. It should be delicious. I want the one that looks like a flower." Amy pointed to the egg drop soup and said.

"Okay, I'll serve you a bowl." Mag scooped up a bowl of egg drop soup for Amy. A little bit of egg drop was evenly dotted in the soup. It seemed that the value of the egg drop soup was indeed higher than that of the fried egg drop soup.

"I think this bowl is more fragrant. I want to try this bowl." Mia picked up the spoon and filled herself with a bowl of tomato and egg soup.

Everyone made choices one after another, and the two bowls of soup were quickly finished.

"Hoo hoo..."

Amy blew on the spoon and fed the soup into her mouth.

The sweet and sour taste spread in her mouth immediately, making her eyes light up slightly, and the smooth and tender egg flower swirled in her mouth, and then slipped into her throat, leaving only a faint fragrance.

"Drink it well." Amy said, and leaned over to the bowl, and drank it with a spoon, one spoon after another, with relish, which made people feel that their appetite increased greatly.

Mia held the bowl, blew lightly, and moved to the edge of the bowl to take a sip.

The thick egg fragrance rippling in the mouth, the meaty fragrance of lard and the fried egg complement each other, paired with sweet and sour tomatoes, it instantly wakes up the taste buds that have been silent all night.

It's an irresistible delicacy!

Just the right taste of salt, even if you drink it in the morning, you will feel comfortable.

"The fried egg soup is also delicious. I didn't expect that egg soup can be made like this." Mia was willing to put down the bowl after drinking half a bowl, and exclaimed.

Phyllis looked at Meg with admiration. In Meg's hands, a small egg can always turn decay into magic, and become an amazing delicacy.

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