The City of Chaos is a complex city, a city like no other.
People from all races came here, constrained and guided by a unique set of rules, to build this city of freedom and equality.
The Los Empire is still consolidating the centralized feudal dynasty. The Forest of Wind has abandoned its free souls and is becoming more and more human-like. The goblins dig deep caves to prepare for the next racial war. The orc tribe still maintains the tradition of nomadic hunting. , demons are constantly fighting for territory, and dragons soar in the sky with the strictest racial suppression.
The City of Chaos has continued to open up and innovate. In the past hundred years, it has transformed from a wasteland and a prison for war criminals to the prosperous city it is now.
Shortly after dawn, Milo and Garland got up, carrying small bags, and walked on the streets of the chaotic city. They looked at the breakfast restaurants that were opening one after another on the roadside. As the heat rose, they saw the faces of those who got up early. The smile on his face.
This is an angry city.
Such anger is not common in Luodu.
Those who live at the bottom and are unlikely to see any change no matter how hard they work, have no expectation and enthusiasm for life on their faces.
And in the city of chaos, you can see smiles on people's faces everywhere.
Even if they only buy sweet biscuits for a copper coin on the roadside, they can still taste them extremely delicious.
Happiness is probably the most charming and attractive aspect of this city.
"I used to think that this city didn't even have good food, and the people living here must be unhappy, but now it seems that this idea is too narrow-minded." Milo smiled a little ashamed.
"Yes, if I hadn't come here in person, I would never have imagined that this city has such a strong sense of happiness." Garland nodded in agreement, "Moreover, there is now a restaurant in this city that is envied and yearned for by foodies all over the world. .”
"I'm more curious now about what the breakfast at Maimi's restaurant will be like." Milo said with a smile. Today may be a very memorable day in his career. He will interview a restaurant owner for the first time about the food behind the scenes. s story.
In the past, he would come up with 10,000-word sordid stories for his bosses.
Milo and the others arrived early enough, but they didn't expect that there were already scattered customers lining up in front of Maimi's restaurant.
In addition, there are many cleaners gathering at the entrance of the restaurant, and they seem to be waiting for their meals.
"Will the price of breakfast at Maimi's restaurant be reduced?" Milo asked curiously to the guests standing in front.
"The prices on the menu will not change. Boss Mai has been preparing breakfast for the cleaners for some time, so that they can have a steaming breakfast after working for a few hours." The customer seemed to understand. Milo explained with a smile what he was thinking.
"I see, Boss Mai is really a good person." Milo nodded thoughtfully.
With the high unit price of the dishes at Maimi Restaurant, preparing breakfast for so many cleaners every day is a big expense. What is even more impossible is to do the work of distributing breakfast before the business starts every day, which will undoubtedly squeeze them. The original rest time.
Not long after, the restaurant door opened, and a female employee came out carrying a large iron bucket in one hand and began to distribute preserved egg and lean meat porridge to the cleaners in an orderly manner.
The heat carries the aroma of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, spreading in all directions.
"It smells so good." Milo's throat rolled. He looked at the cleaners carrying a large bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge and muttered: "Suddenly I want to be a cleaner."
"As for you, maybe others don't want you." Garland glanced at him sideways.
For breakfast, Milo ordered a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and followed the advice of the guests at the same table and ordered a soy milk and fried dough sticks set meal.
The preserved egg and lean meat porridge refreshed his imagination of porridge. The preserved eggs from some unknown animal, paired with the tender and lean meat, turned out to be so delicious. After a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, he felt like his whole body had become... Warm up.
The combination of fried dough sticks and soy milk subverted all his imagination of breakfast.
The crispy fried dough sticks fill your mouth with a crispy flavor, which is better than any fried snacks. It also has a hint of sweetness, and the more you chew, the more delicious it becomes.
Take another sip of the sweet and delicious soy milk. The taste is much more delicate and smooth than milk. After swallowing, your mouth is still full of fragrance.
Of course, this is not the ultimate way to eat it.
Use chopsticks to pick up the fried dough sticks cut into short strips and dip them into the soy milk. When the fried dough sticks soften slightly, pick them up immediately and take a bite.
The dough sticks are soft with a hint of toughness, and are dyed with the sweetness of soy milk. Both the texture and the level of flavor have increased countless times, turning into a brand new delicacy.
"Boss Mai is really a genius for being able to come up with such a wonderful combination." After drinking the last drop of soy milk in the bowl, Milo put down his chopsticks and couldn't help but admire.
"I agree very much with this." Garland also put down the bowl with some unfinished thoughts.
"No wonder Randy and the others don't want to leave here, not because they have no pursuits and ideals, but because they don't want to leave once they're here. This is simply heaven." Milo looked in the direction of the kitchen, and Mag's body seemed to be exuding a ray of light. Mysterious brilliance.
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When the business ended in the morning, Milo and Garland were received by Mag.
"Is this an interview?" Mag poured the brewed tea for Milo and Garland and said with a smile.
"Speaking of which, this is our first interview with a chef. If you have read our magazine, you should know that our approach to food has always been somewhat serious and critical." Garland also said with a smile. .
"In that case, I should be honored."
"No, it's our honor to have an appointment with Boss Mai to talk about the stories behind the food. At today's breakfast, we were once again impressed by your superb cooking skills and novel and special ideas." Garland said quickly, he didn't want to give McGonagall left a haughty impression.
Mag looked at Garland and smiled and said: "Before the interview begins, may I take the liberty of asking you about the influence of your Whole Food Magazine? For example, the number of subscribers to the new issue?"
Garland was a little surprised by Mag's question, but he quickly smiled and said: "Shiquanshimei is a leader in the food magazine industry. After decades of development, it has become one of the most influential food magazines on the Nolan continent. , the number of new issues released every month is tens of thousands, and the radiation affects hundreds of thousands of people, which is equivalent to approximately 10 million."
"Even Princess Vanessa of the Los Empire is a loyal reader of our magazine and has written to me." Milo added with a smile.
"She seems to read all the food magazines, and occasionally writes letters to some gourmets who she thinks may have livelihood problems, encouraging them to persevere." Mag glanced at Milo and said calmly.
Milo: "..."
Garland's eyes were a little wandering, and he tried hard not to laugh.
This is what Vanessa said herself. She has often done this kind of thing over the years, and occasionally gives these gourmets some money to help them survive some difficult days.
In this world where entertainment options are scarce and information circulation is inconvenient, it is pretty good for a food magazine to be able to do this.
McGonagall knew that Garland's so-called radiation million must be somewhat watery, but the tens of thousands of magazine sales were real, which meant that as long as he was interviewed, this interview would appear in the new issues of those readers who bought the magazine.
"What do you want to ask?" Mag poured herself a cup of tea, leaned back on the chair, and sat comfortably.
"Then let's talk about Mr. Mag's cooking experience, okay? Mr. Mag has such incredible cooking skills at such a young age, and continues to create so many delicacies. He must be born in a family of chefs. Shall we start learning cooking?" Garland asked with a smile.
"No." Mag shook his head and said calmly: "Being a chef is just a matter of interest. I have never learned cooking from anyone, and I don't come from a family of chefs. A few months ago, I thought I should improve my skills. Let’s take a look at the level of food in this world, so we have this restaurant.”
Garland:? ? ?
Milo:? ? ?
The two of them looked at Mag with a somewhat inexplicable look.
Okay, big-breasted brother, you're so pretentious that people don't know how to answer the question.
I originally thought that Boss Mai seemed to be easy to get along with, and the interview would be conducted in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. Unexpectedly, as soon as we sat down, Boss Mai would directly show off his cards.
Mag glanced at the expressions of the two people and felt a little confused. Could it be that what he said was too simple?
After all, Garland was a professional editor. He quickly realized that Mag's way of speaking was more likely to ignite the topic, so he followed his words and continued: "You said you want to improve the level of food in this world, what do you mean? "
"Let more people eat real food instead of settling for ordinary and ordinary food, make it impossible for fake food to escape, improve people's appreciation of food, and even let every ordinary person learn how to eat it." Two delicacies that I can cook myself." Mag smiled slightly, "This is my vision, and what I call a higher level of gourmet food."
Milo opened his mouth slightly, looking at Mag with eyes full of surprise and appreciation. This was not what he was thinking.
"This is really a great and beautiful vision." Garland said sincerely. As a foodie, he also looks forward to seeing such a grand scene.
"You have created so many strange and delicious foods. Where does your inspiration come from? We must know that many of these foods are unheard of, and we cannot even imagine that they can be cooked like this, such as being wrapped in a mud shell. The beggar's chicken, for example, is tofu curd made from soybeans."
Mag smiled and said: "I can only be regarded as a trickster standing on the shoulders of wise ancestors, and life is the source of all inspiration. What you don't know does not exist, it is just yours It’s just limited knowledge.”
