The frost dragon breathed fire, the abyss demon rolled on the ground, the forest troll pulled the grass from its head, the dwarf jumped up and hit the giant's knee...
Chaotic and noisy voices sounded in the restaurant one after another. Representatives of various ethnic groups who represented the face of each ethnic group were defeated in the face of that perverted spicy bite and failed to protect their own face.
"Yes... the taste is so spicy that it's so perverted!"
Some of the embarrassed representatives finally returned to their seats, looking towards the kitchen with unkind glances.
"This bastard...did...did he poison the food?!" Destroyer Demon Westin opened his swollen lips and said angrily.
Representatives from other ethnic groups also expressed their annoyance, saying that the airs they had put up in the morning were smashed to pieces.
"Uncle Duck-bill, don't talk nonsense. Father will not poison the food. You ordered it yourself, but it's not spicy enough. How can you blame others?" He lay down behind the counter and laughed for a while. Amy said seriously.
"Duck... Mr. Duckbill?" Westin glared and looked back at Irina, his anger gradually rising.
"Her masters are Crassus and Julian." A nearby tribesman reminded in a low voice.
Westin's anger gradually declined again, and he tried his best to smile: "It doesn't matter, this nickname is quite good..."
"Everyone, Boss Mai is the best chef in the City of Chaos and a very professional chef. I can guarantee that there is no problem with the food." Michael stood up and said with a hint of helplessness in his smile: "It's just that you guys It’s really courageous. I ordered some spicy hot pot early in the morning. After I got over the initial discomfort, I should be able to see the true meaning of delicious food. If you give up now, I think you will regret it.”
With Michael's endorsement and the City of Chaos' guarantee, the representatives gave up.
In fact, no one thought that Chaos City would tamper with the food. It was just that after suffering the baptism of abnormal spicy food, they felt a little bit frightened.
"The duck intestines taste really good... Even such a strong spiciness can't cover up its original taste, and the crispy texture is even more wonderful, making people want to have another one." The dwarf representative smacked. He smacked his lips and said with some unfinished meaning. He picked up two more duck intestines and put them in the pot to rinse them.
"Well, although it's a bit spicy, the taste of the tripe is really good. It's a thin layer, but it's extra crispy and a bit special." The goblin clan representative nodded and poured the whole plate of tripe into the pot. , holding a chopstick in one hand, with amazing hand speed, he allowed more than a dozen pieces of hairy tripe to stay in the air for one second, repeated seven times, and then picked up each piece and fed it to his mouth, chewing it with satisfaction. .
"These chopsticks..." The forest troll carefully held the chopsticks, which were not as long as his fingers, with two thick fingers. After trying for a while, he put the chopsticks aside and took out a handful of thin wooden skewers from somewhere. Put the meat and vegetables on wooden skewers, and then put them into the pot one by one. After waiting for a while, I grabbed the bamboo skewers and ate them one by one. The feeling was no better than the person eating with chopsticks. Difference.
"This is... the founder of Chuanchuan?" Mag looked at this scene in the kitchen and couldn't help but exclaimed: What a talent!
As Michael said, after getting over the initial discomfort, representatives of all ethnic groups gradually discovered the joy of hot pot and were completely conquered by the delicious taste of hot pot.
Just cut the ingredients and put them into the pot according to the instructions in the guide. When you take them out, they turn into a delicacy, as magical as a magic trick.
"Say..."
Qiao Xiu ate bite after bite of enoki mushrooms, his eyebrows gradually raised. As Vanessa said, as long as you take one bite after another without stopping, your throat will not have time to react to the spiciness. This abnormal feeling of being chased, It’s so addictive.
The grievances of the representatives of all ethnic groups were eliminated, and they gradually fell into the harmonious atmosphere of hot pot. There was even a phenomenon of exchanging their favorite ingredients.
When eating hot pot, beer is indispensable.
Representatives of various ethnic groups, who had been dominated by the spiciness for a long time, finally thought of ordering something to drink, and beer naturally became the first choice.
A large cup of cold beer with rich foam, one sip into the throat, instantly suppresses the hot feeling. The refreshing feeling is like being splashed with a basin of ice water on a hot summer day, which makes your heart cool and your heart soaring.
"It's great!" Franklin took a sip of a large glass of beer, turned to look at Yabei Mia and said: "Little girl, just give me a large bucket of this bar. Drinking a small cup and a small cup is really boring."
"This..." Yabei Mia looked in the direction of the kitchen. A large barrel of beer costs a lot of money.
Mag nodded slightly towards Mia.
"Okay, please wait." Yabei Mia nodded slightly, turned around and prepared to walk to the kitchen.
"Disciple, get a barrel for Master, too. This wine is really good." Louis followed.
"I want a bucket too." Douglas said with a red face.
Following closely, representatives of the forest trolls and orcs expressed their desire for large barrels of beer.
Although Mag felt that drinking too much alcohol early in the morning was not good, since even the spicy hot pot was served, there was no reason not to drink for them, so he complied with everyone's requests.
"Do I need to pay more for this?" Michael asked in a low voice as he looked at the representatives of various ethnic groups who were holding barrels and drinking heavily, and Dix beside him.
"Boss Mai didn't say anything, and we didn't dare to ask." Dix shook his head, looked at the representatives of various ethnic groups with a little worry, and whispered: "What I'm a little worried about now is whether the representatives will be drunk. This is just It’s just breakfast…”
"Don't worry, you can't get drunk." Michael shook his head indifferently.
Good wine and good food were served, and the atmosphere in the restaurant gradually became harmonious. The tense atmosphere at the entrance of the restaurant was almost gone.
At the end of the one-hour meal time, the dining carts around the representatives of all ethnic groups were basically empty, and many people burped.
"The meal is over, I wish you all a smooth meeting."
Mag smiled and said to everyone. The hot pot was removed, and one person was served a glass of warm water. Mag led the Mai Mi Restaurant team to officially leave. The restaurant was specially designed for the venue.
"Father, aren't we having a meeting?" Amy asked curiously as she followed Mag out the door.
"Yes, we don't need to have a meeting, this is their business." Mag shook his head with a smile, threw the ugly duckling into the basket, and got on the bicycle, "Let's go, I will send you to play with Daphne. Father has many things to do today. I'm busy, so I may not have time to play with you."
"Okay!" Amy nodded obediently, climbed onto the back seat of the bicycle and sat down.
In the restaurant, the aroma of hot pot gradually dissipated, and the representatives leaned back on their chairs contentedly, enjoying the comfort and laziness after sweating profusely.
At this time, Michael stood up and looked at the representatives present with a smile: "Everyone, after breakfast, we should talk about business."
