"Yes, a skewer of roasted pig's eyes." Vanessa nodded with a smile.
Xiao En's lips twitched, but he held himself back and didn't refuse. He was, after all, a great general who had been on the battlefield. How could he be intimidated by a skewer of roasted pig's eyes?
His royal father had sent him to Chaos City with the most important purpose of bringing Vanessa home. If he didn't complete this mission, he would have failed the mission no matter how well he did.
"Alright, please hold on for a moment." Mia nodded, and continued to order other dishes before walking to the kitchen.
"So it's that insanely spicy lady. A warrior who dares to face insanely spicy is indeed extraordinary." Everyone looked at Vanessa.
During this period, Vanessa, Abraham, and the rest were very active in the designated hot pot area, and had gained some fame among the customers for ordering insanely spicy dishes.
After all, the insanely spicy was not only a test of one's mouth and stomach, but also one's anus.
This kind of insanely spicy, or even double or triple the insanely spicy, was not something that ordinary people could accept.
However, they didn't expect her to be the first to order the roasted pig's eyes that everyone was afraid of.
"Uncle, aren't you very interested in this new dish? Why don't you order a skewer and try it? "Vanessa asked Abraham strangely.
"There's no hurry. Since you've already ordered it, let Sean try the poison first," Abraham said with a chuckle.
"…" Sean.
"Hmm, that's not a bad idea." Vanessa nodded with a sly smile. Since you're rushing me home, I'll let you eat something that will leave a lasting impression on you.
"Boss, Miss Vanessa's table ordered a set of roasted pig's eyes. Other than that, no one else ordered it," Mia said to Meg after entering the kitchen.
"Hmm, that's good. At least someone ordered it, right?" Meg said with a smile. He looked up at Vanessa and the rest who were sitting at the table facing the window. His gaze paused on Sean for a while, and his lips curled up slightly. He quickly shifted his gaze away, and continued to stir the wok in his hands.
"That's true." Mia nodded.
"Ten plates of Yangzhou fried rice." Meg shook the big spoon and filled up the plates on the side in the blink of an eye. He signaled Barbara, who was standing at the side, to serve the dishes.
"How long do I have to wait?" Sean glanced at the restaurant that was full of people. They were at the last table. If the dishes were served according to the order, it would probably take a long time.
"There's no need for that. Mr. Mak is a fast cook," Vanessa said confidently as she turned to look in the direction of the kitchen.
Sean raised his head and glanced in the direction of the kitchen. From his position, he could see a lot of space in the kitchen through the transparent display window. The bright kitchen area was not small. Although there were many things placed in it, it did not look messy at all. A somewhat familiar figure wandered between different kitchen utensils, skillfully controlling the entire kitchen, and constantly sending out delicacies.
The most eye-catching thing was the grill that was almost directly in front of him. The charcoal fire was already burning, but there were no ingredients on it yet.
"Don't tell me the pig's eyes are being grilled here?" Sean frowned slightly. He had a bad feeling in his heart.
Before he could retract his gaze, Meg had already walked over with a transparent crystal basin. In the crystal basin, there were huge pig's eyes piled up densely. Even though he was used to seeing bloody scenes on the battlefield, he still felt his scalp tingle.
"He's here, he's here. He's here with the pig's eyes."
Abraham, on the other hand, craned his neck with great interest. For an excellent foodie, he had to have enough curiosity and a keen sense of smell when it came to unusual ingredients. He could wait for a while, but he had to maintain enough attention and not let himself miss any of the delicacies.
"Really?" Vanessa covered her face with her hands. Then, she slowly turned her head and peeked through the gaps between her fingers. She immediately turned her head back, and her expression changed slightly. "Wow, that's so scary. They're really huge eyeballs."
Lora, who was sitting beside her, trembled. She did not dare to turn around to look.
"It's just pig's eyes. There's nothing to worry about." Sean coughed dryly, and waved his hand with a calm expression.
"Brother Sean is such a brave person. He actually dares to watch Mr. Mak grill pig's eyes," Vanessa said with admiration.
Sean, who was about to look away, froze. His Adam's apple moved, and he could only continue to put on a calm expression. He watched the man in the display window reach out and pick up an eyeball from the crystal basin. Then, he deftly pierced it with a bamboo skewer. He repeated the process a few times, and a string of pig's eyes with five eyeballs was pierced.
The eyeballs were dug out from the roots, and there were still traces of blood in them. The eyeballs were clear, and they looked very fresh. They should have been dug out not long ago. After being pierced into a string, they looked even more strange. It was as if he was being stared at by multiple eyes, and it made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Meg saw Sean's expression change from the corner of his eye. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he twirled the string of pig's eyes on his fingertips. He first put it on the grill, then quickly pierced two more skewers, and put them on the grill at the same time with a small fire.
A qualified string of roasted pig's eyes had to be roasted slowly on the grill for 20 minutes. It was a test of patience and one's control of the fire.
Sitting in front of the grill and watching the entire process was also a test of the diner's psychological endurance. After all, this kind of scene was indeed not so simple.
The game of eye-to-eye had officially begun.
Many customers who were close to the display window couldn't help but look out of curiosity. Many of them immediately retracted their gazes, indicating that they couldn't accept it.
There were also a few customers who had strong tastes who stared at Meg curiously. They wanted to see how Meg was going to roast these seemingly terrifying pig's eyes.
The pig's eyes were placed on the grill that had been preheated for a while. The subcutaneous fat on the surface of the pig's eyes started to sizzle, and the round eyeballs started to gradually change shape and color.
This was a very slow process. If one wanted to see this change clearly, they would have to look at the dead pig's eyes and stare at them seriously.
In order to maintain his image as an iron-blooded soldier and a brave older brother, Sean looked at the process of Meg roasting the pig's eyes with a happy expression. His pupils gradually dilated, and his gaze landed on Meg more often.
He had seen this chef once at the palace banquet. When he stood in the kitchen, he did indeed give off the feeling of a victorious general standing on the battlefield. He had only seen this kind of aura from that person before. Back then, he could only stand behind that person and watch him lead the border army to unbelievable victories one after another.
It wasn't until that person disappeared and he took over that position that he gradually understood that this kind of aura wasn't something that could be possessed by standing in that position.
He just didn't expect that a small chef could actually have such an aura. He didn't know if it was because the eyeballs were too impactful, or if it was something else, but he had this kind of illusion.
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