Chapter 1910 Online Heavy Attack

Milo now seriously suspects that Randy has become the gold medal salesman of this restaurant, and from the moment they strike up a conversation, they have fallen into his trap.

It can hit Garland's pain point of baldness hard, by intensifying the pain caused by baldness, and field verification, using the group effect, making Garland lose his sanity as an intellectual.

Ten thousand copper coins, this is already half a month's wages for Garland's junior, even the cost of a dinner party in Luodu is rarely more than ten thousand, but now he ordered a 10,000 copper coin Buddha Jumping Wall.

"In recent years, you have become bald due to the rising hairline, and you have eaten and used a lot of things. Baldness is not a disease, but a disability, and there is no cure for it." Milo made the last attempt.

"Your point of view is quite interesting." Randy smiled, "But even if you are disabled, Boss Mai can cure you with a bowl of soup."

Milo glanced at Randy, thinking in his heart that he had met a master.

"Buy! If I can let my hair grow back before I go back, it will be very interesting for my mother-in-law to see me who is twenty years younger." Garland made a decision.

Milo didn't say any more. After all, Garland is the editor-in-chief of Whole Foods, a proper middle class, what's wrong with donating a little money for hair?

If it doesn't work, then they can have one more material, and Randy's false propaganda can't escape.

"Shocked! Carnivorism, a foodie, is actually promoting anti-hair loss products for a restaurant!"

Such a title has already scheduled the first hot article of the new issue of Quanshimei next lunar eclipse.

To be honest, from queuing up to now, Milo is a little disappointed.

He accumulated firepower all the way, but when he came to Mamy's restaurant, he found that he had nothing to say? !

As a master of fault-finding, he has a pair of eyes that can spot flaws, and a mouth that can say the most heart-wrenching words with the simplest words.

But he happened to come across such a restaurant where he had nothing to say, could not say any harsh words, and even his tone became a little gentler because of the environment and rules.

"These are all illusory things. Whether it's a mule or a horse, you'll know it when you go to the table." Milo ordered the meal, folded his hands on his chest, and waited for the meal to be served.

The dishes he ordered were simple, with meat and vegetables, all of which Randy and Derrick had written about in Vegetarianism and Meatism.

Since he is here to find fault, as a professional, of course he can't talk nonsense, this is not his style, precise sniping, frontal just now is his specialty.

While waiting for the dishes to be served, Milo turned his head and looked in the direction of the kitchen calmly, but his eyes widened a little.

From his position, the interior of the kitchen can be clearly seen through the glass window.

It was clean and bright, completely different from the kitchens he had seen before. The spacious space was almost half the size of a dining room, and what he could see was part of the operating table.

At this time, Mag is like a general in the Chinese army. The pot on the stove is his capable general, and the spatula in his hand is his flag and weapon.

I saw him wandering between multiple pots and stoves, cooking several different foods at the same time, and even had time to turn over hundreds of kebabs on the grill beside him, and brush them with oil and various sauces.

It's exaggerated, you know?

There are several master chefs in other people's back kitchens, and several assistant chefs and apprentices waiting beside them. Not to mention the enthusiasm, the efficiency may not be very high.

But McGonagall took care of all the work related to cooking by himself, including cooking and loading, which made people feel that he was able to handle it with ease, calm and breezy, and even made people think that he could add two more pots.

As for efficiency.

Milo, who was sitting by the door of the kitchen, had already seen the dishes drifting past him, and then landed in front of the guests who ordered.

"It seems that Miss Barbara is back, and the space magician is serving food. This is the first time I've seen you?" Randy said with a smile.

"It's the first time." Milo nodded, and he made a rough assessment in his heart. The speed of serving food is incredible. For a medium-sized restaurant, such a speed of serving food requires an overloaded high-end kitchen.

And now there is only one person in this kitchen... cooking leisurely.

"This boss...is he a monster?" Milo swallowed, and with this freehand operation, he has already compared chefs all over the world.

"To this extent, Boss Mai actually restrained himself. Two days ago, he went to a food conference and set up a booth. Thousands of people lined up. He did it by himself. When I was queuing up, I felt like his hands were blurred. , the delivery efficiency is ten times that of the stall with a dozen people next door." Randy turned his head and glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and said with a smile.

"Is this too casual? I can't feel the soul." Garland complained.

Randy chuckled, "I think this is more soulful than those cooks who repeat the same actions with boring faces. The relaxed and freehand style is the absolute confidence in cooking skills, and from Boss Mai's focused expression, we can see that he Enjoy and love what you do."

Garland raised his eyebrows, the one with the pen was different, and he was powerless to refute what he said, so he could only look at Milo for help.

"Yeah, I haven't seen this kind of attitude towards cooking for a long time." Milo nodded in agreement, and looked at Mag with admiration.

Garland: "..."

They came here to find fault this time, to uncover the scams of carnivorism and vegetarianism, but Milo looks a little out of shape now?

Although it is his consistent style to strike hard online and be obedient offline, it is rare for him to praise such things.

"Your dishes, please take your time." A dish floated out of the kitchen, and then lightly landed in front of them, and at the same time, a crisp sound rang in their ears.

Although they have seen the way the space magician serves food, Milo and Garland are still a little surprised. Thinking of the mysterious and rare space magician serving them, they feel an inexplicable sense of refreshment.

But Milo's eyes were quickly attracted by the dishes in front of him.

On the long plate in front of him, there was a fish split in the middle. The golden-red soup was poured over the fish, crystal clear, and penetrated perfectly into the fish from the staggered knife edges.

The tempting smell of fish rising with the heat made Milo's throat roll uncontrollably. This smell...is too tempting.

Garland had the same expression, but he still asked in a low voice, "We don't seem to have any fish?"

"This is not fish, this is fish-flavored eggplant." Randy glanced at it and said with a smile.

"This is the fish-flavored eggplant?!" Milo and Garland were both startled. After looking closely for a while, they realized that the plate was indeed not fish, but a purple eggplant that had been cut into fish-like shapes. With a flower knife, deep-fry until golden. If you don't look carefully, it looks like fish.

This kind of knife work and craftsmanship makes an ordinary purple eggplant completely transformed in an instant.

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