As he waited, Fischl propped his chin on one hand and squinted at what the food from another world tasted like.

In fact, the residents of Mondstadt do not eat much meat.

Most of the meats sold in shops, such as pork, lamb, horse, rabbit, beef, and pigeon, are wild boar or other animals caught by hunters, or meat from old and dead domestic animals on farms.

The most popular and easy to get is the pork, as the outskirts of Mondstadt are littered with wild boar and are easy to catch, as well as pigeons and rabbits.

As for chicken, due to its location, there are no chickens in Mondstadt.

Therefore, the chicken in Mondstadt was brought here through merchants, so although you can buy chicken in Mondstadt, the meat is too hard and old.

Whether it's thighs or breasts, the residents of Mondstadt are unanimous in their opinion of the chicken that comes from afar – it's firewood and old, so chicken isn't really popular in Mondstadt.

So how will this restaurant from another world cook this dish?

As long as it's not a disgusting food like Sweet Stuffed Chicken, it's ......

"That...... Miss Fischl, while you wait, try this first, which is provided free of charge in our restaurant.

While Fischl was thinking, Noelle carefully brought up the lemonade and the white bread that had just been baked and had been cut into slices, and said with a little blushing.

"Okay, the servant from the restaurant in another world, just put it here, wait...... I think I've seen you somewhere, eh, the little maid of the Knights.

Fischl waved his hand, and was about to make another middle two move, but when he looked up, he found that it was Noelle, the maid he had seen in the Knights, who had served him food.

"Yes...... Yes, Miss Fischl, I work here now.

Noelle's little face, which was recognized, turned even redder, like a ripe sunset fruit, and made people want to take a bite.

"I see, it's interesting to be able to work in such a situation.

Fischl smiled with a look of surprise on his face.

"Hmm...... Well, it's really interesting, and you can meet a lot of interesting people.

Under the influence of Fischl's enthusiasm, Noelle also plucked up the courage to look up at Fischl and said with a smile.

"Then you go and get busy first, and this princess won't delay your work.

"Okay, please feel free to call me if you need to.

After Noelle left, Fischl, who liked to eat toast, picked up a slice of butter toast that he had placed on a plate.

Suddenly, the aroma of malt wafted into Fischl's nostrils, provoking her taste buds.

Sliced white bread is not really the same as toast, so Fischl, who often makes the evernight summer palace honey toast, quickly notices the difference between the restaurant's toast and your regular toast.

Elsewhere, white bread and cheese, regardless of price, have a hard crust around the edges, and although they can be removed with a knife, the taste of the surrounding circle of bread will always be affected.

But the bread in front of him was so soft that it was beyond Fischl's common sense, and in addition to being soft, it was also unimaginably fluffy, not at all like the bread that could be made in this world.

When you bite into it, the umami and sweetness of the melted cream and the wheat aroma of the bread body immediately converge in your mouth.

Fischl couldn't hold back his breath and ate all the bread in front of him, and then took another sip of refreshing lemonade, feeling extremely satisfied.

This butter toast alone has a taste that cannot be matched by ordinary restaurants.

I don't know what the taste of that crispy fried chicken will be?

Just as Fischl was thinking, there was a squeak in the kitchen, and the chicken that had been chopped and coated with wheat flour was put into the oil by Su Mufeng one by one.

The soothing voice echoed in the small dining room for a long time, and Fischl swallowed when he heard it.

In Mondstadt, where resources are not very abundant, it is too luxurious to use so much oil to fry the dishes.

Mondstadt's usual method of cooking is to concentrate the oil in a corner of the frying pan and cook it half-fried and half-sautéed.

If you have to fry it, you will also fry it on a large scale, and you will not use so much oil just to fry this part of the food.

So what will this restaurant do?

Fischl poked his head out and looked into the kitchen, only to see Su Mufeng adding a large amount of cooking oil to the pot, letting the chicken pieces swim freely in it, and then frying them unhurriedly.

After a while, Su Mufeng finally began to pick up the chopsticks and pinch out the fried chicken in the pot one by one, but he did not put the fried chicken pieces on the plate, but put the chicken into the oil again after leaving it for a while.

Fischl looked over to see what was going on, wondering why he had put the chicken back in

the oil again, "What's the matter, isn't the chicken cooked yet?"

"No, this time it's a re-frying, and this time the oil temperature is higher than the last time it was fried."

Zizizizi, zizizi.

Fischl listened carefully, and it was indeed different from the sound he made when he first fried it.

Although she couldn't figure out why she was divided into two fried, she could feel that Su Mufeng's confidence in this dish seemed to be under his control.

"I've been waiting for a long time, but this dish tastes better with a little lemon juice.

In a few moments, Noelle brought the crispy fried chicken that had been plated and laid out in front of Fischl.

The original doubts have turned into a desire for food at this moment.

The crispy fried chicken in front of me has a golden brown shell and an uneven shape, like a hill.

It looks very small, and the surface coat is like the armor of chicken, and the chopped chicken is tightly wrapped, and it smells fragrant.

Next to the fried chicken is a piece of golden fruit that looks like a legendary lemon.

Fischl carefully sliced the fried chicken with a knife and fork, wanting to see what it looked like.

When you cut it with a knife, the white incision that has been cooked and conditioned expels tender gravy, and from the cross-section, it is indeed a dish made of chicken.

Fischl waited for the taste as he poured the slice of fried chicken into his mouth.

"Hmmm!!delicious!"

she only said this sentence as she chewed the chicken, and the real deliciousness could not be described in words, at least at the moment.

Fischl only felt a large amount of meat juice spreading rapidly in his mouth, and after mixing it with the fine fried dough coating, the subtle texture of the chicken was released in his mouth.

The chicken is seasoned in a perfect ratio of salt and pepper but not overdone it, and the cumin powder mixed with the meat also gives off a faint aroma.

Fischl only felt that in an instant, he had come to another world full of legends, dangers, and crimes, and felt that he had become the protagonist of another world, exploring the secrets of the world.

"That's right....... Just now, Noelle seems to have mentioned that it will taste better after adding lemon juice, so try it.

After eliminating a few pieces of fried chicken, Fischl suddenly remembered what Noelle had just said, so he picked up the golden fruit on the side and squeezed out the juice inside.

The remaining pieces of fried chicken softened slightly after absorbing the juice.

Fischl then picked up a fork and put a piece of fried chicken with lemon juice into his mouth ......

"It feels !!."

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