The restaurant was suddenly quiet, and everyone looked at Mag with a serious face, and their eyes gradually lit up.
"Chef" is such a simple and down-to-earth word, it is the core and most important existence in the restaurant.
However, most restaurant owners like to be called bosses rather than chefs, and some have even forgotten their status as chefs, and they are more chasing the verbal respect and enjoyment of others.
But McGonagall, who makes such delicious and miraculous food and runs such a restaurant with outstanding style and booming business, humbly claims that he is just a chef when faced with praise and compliments from his peers.
This kind of modest attitude made everyone in the visiting group a little ashamed, and also made the guests cast approving glances.
"Perhaps only such a person who always remembers his identity and knows what he should do can cook such a refreshing delicacy." Miles looked at Mag with approval, and at the same time said in his heart that he is a young man.
Andrew and the others looked thoughtful, nodded at Mag, and walked out of the restaurant.
"I just changed the lines of Master Xing, why do I feel that I have received a lot of admiration points inexplicably, and also inspired others?" Mag raised his eyebrows, feeling the eyes of encouragement and admiration, with a smile on his face, without squinting Walking towards the kitchen, I feel inexplicably refreshed.
The people in the visiting group didn’t ask about the recipe or cooking method, or even about some spices that they didn’t taste. The professionalism of this first wave of visiting group is pretty good.
But if all the chefs come here, after eating two dishes, those who are good at thinking should get something, maybe they can get some inspiration in the way of cooking.
Of course, what they can learn is not what Mag needs to worry about. After all, he is not a dream mentor. It is his job to cook well for the guests in the restaurant. Clean the pot and order it, and continue to fry rice.
"Based on Boss Mai's attitude, I am looking forward to the tofu tonight."
"Me too, but to be honest, do you want to eat salty or sweet tofu tonight?"
At the table by the door, Andreas and Moshuji were talking softly.
"Needless to say, of course it's sweet!" Andreas took it for granted, paused, and asked again: "What about you?"
"Salty." Mo Xiuji said with a somewhat complicated expression, and the two of them fell into silence all of a sudden.
"It's okay, brother, we don't have to fight over this. You eat your salty ones at night, and I eat mine. We will drink together later." Andreas also had a slightly embarrassed expression, after all, Crassus in the morning I just had a fight with Julian over whether to eat salty or sweet tofu nao, which kicked off the sweet and salty dispute. Maybe what will happen after the tofu nao officially starts selling tonight.
However, the two of them are young, and it is completely acceptable to have different tastes, so they won't turn their faces over a bowl of salty and sweet tofu nao.
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On the square of Aden, Crassus walked slowly towards the exit, leaning on a mage's staff as tall as a person, followed by Bradley, who had checked out and left the restaurant. With some respect, he said: "Master Crassus."
"Huh?" Crassus stopped, turned around with some doubts and looked at the half-white haired Bradley, glanced at the off-white sword and shield badge on his chest, nodded and said: " It turned out to be the little guy from the Gray Temple, what did you call me to do?"
Bradley was stunned for a moment. He was also in his seventies. Usually, young people would respect you when they talked to him in the Gray Temple. He was suddenly called a little guy, and he was a little unresponsive.
But after thinking about it, Crassus is more than 120 years old. When he was still playing with mud, there were legends of the battle between ice and fire on the mainland. When he was young, he listened to their legends and learned magic.
Even his master was a fanatical pursuer of Crassus when he was young, but unfortunately his talent for melee magic was too poor. It has never been extinguished, and it has somewhat affected Bradley.
Of course, Bradley is still learning long-range magic. Only a few magicians in Luodu's mage tower are good at melee magic. Crassus, the master master, has never taken in apprentices.
In other words, the daughter of the owner of Mamy Restaurant is the only lucky one who has been favored by Crassus in the past hundred years. This is something that is enough to shock the magician world.
After all, Crassus' physical condition has not been very good these years. Many magicians are worried that after Crassus's development of melee magic reaches its peak, it will fall like a meteor and cannot be inherited.
Moreover, Julian, the Lord of Flames, unexpectedly accepted an apprentice at the same time, and he accepted the same apprentice, a little half-elf girl. When the news spread, the entire continent would probably be shaken.
Those geniuses who worship under the command of a famous teacher are probably getting nervous. The battle between ice and fire has lasted for nearly a hundred years. In the end, there was no difference, but they took in a half-elf apprentice together. No one knows what they will teach. The little devil came out.
The pinnacle of ice-type and fire-type magic, melee combat and long-distance attack coexist. After a decade or two, there is probably no place she can't go to in the Nolan Continent.
The thought just flashed by, and Bradley came back to his senses. There was no expression on Crassus's face, but he felt a strong aura. He looked at Crassus with more and more respect and said, "Krassus Hello Master Su, I am Bradley from the Temple of Gray God, and I take the liberty to stop you. On behalf of the Temple of Gray God, I would like to welcome you to the city of chaos. It is our negligence that we did not fulfill the friendship of the landlord. I hope you Not to blame."
"It's okay, I didn't say hello to the Gray Temple when I came to the City of Chaos, and I had a fight with the old man Julian there in the morning, did you make it difficult for you?" Crassus looked at Brandley, his eyes slightly rolled Ning, "Also, little guy, you came here this morning, right? Did you contact me after going back to report?"
Bradley was slightly shocked. He didn't expect Crassus to notice him in the morning. In front of Amy and in front of others, Crassus seemed to be two people. The aura of the God of Fire was really bluffing, so he shook his head quickly Said: "The ice and fire dispute between Lord Crassus and Lord Julian is a major event in the magician world. As long as Aden Square is not damaged or people are injured, the Gray Temple and Chaos City will only be honored. Come over next morning. My duty is to officially welcome you to the City of Chaos on behalf of the Gray Temple, if you have any needs, you can tell me, from now on, I will be your messenger when you are in the City of Chaos."