The set menu of McDonald is a main meal, a drink, and a pack of French fries. However, given my personal thoughts, such portions are too small for people in another world, so I also included a dessert in the set menu.

Because it is used as an example, the spicy chicken leg burger meal that is only given to a single serving. As for the meal, the meal is also randomly distributed. It is just that because I am in another world, the content of the menu that is truly completed is inevitably different from the above mentioned meal.

First of all, the ones in the spicy chicken leg cast are not chicken, but fish!

So the more correct name is that it should be called Jinspicy Fish and Meat Castle. However, except for the differences in the main ingredients, other ingredients such as lettuce and tomato are found in other worlds, so there are not many problems in the production.

Drinks and desserts are both written by the Dark Priest, which are typical cup-filled drinks with straws, ice products, jelly and other things. I won't go into details here.

The most troublesome thing about the fast food in another world is the reappearance of French fries. The reason is that there is no potato plant in another world. Even though I finally found a fruit with a similar taste to a potato, new problems arise from it.

There is no problem with the cutting steps, but when it is heated, the fruit's flesh will become loose, and finally it will spread into a pile of bad things suspected to be batter in the oil pan. What's even more terrible is that as a tasting staff, Leonida rolled her eyes and fell to the ground after eating the batter. It can be seen that the fruit will produce toxins when it is heated.

The inability to heat up has become a major problem in development. After repeated hypotheses, empiricals, and the cycle of Leonida rolling her eyes and coma, a dark priest finally broke through the problem and successfully developed a different version of French fries.

The only thing the dark priest did was to cut the fruit into pieces and put it in the sun for several days, and make it into dried fruit. Yes, you heard it right. The true face of the French fries in another world is actually dried fruit. In addition, the dark priest who developed the French fries accidentally approached Luvika that night and was purified so much that there was no residue left.

What else can I say about this?

Lord, what is the remaining packaging in it? Looking out the window, I haven't said anything for a long time. Diana, who knew that I must have been distracted again, quickly called me out.

Ah, sorry. Diana's voice really worked. I apologized honestly after knowing that I was in the wrong, and then continued to introduce: The cup contains drinks. Due to time constraints, only three flavors have been studied. One is a stimulating bubble drink, and the second is a flower tea for people who like light flavors. As for milk tea, black tea, etc., all common in life are summarized into the third type.

So what is this yellow object? When I saw the food, Luweika was really excited, showing a completely different enthusiasm from the initial indifference. She pointed at the French fries and asked curiously: I saw that other foods were completely wrapped in wrapping paper, why is this object exposed to the air?

It's very simple. This object with a yellow appearance is called French fries. The reason why it is exposed is naturally intentional. I picked up the packaging box of French fries and handed it to Luweika: You can smell it first, and then compare other foods.

Luweika nodded. Perhaps because the barbecue she had first contact with last night left a good impression on her, Luweika was able to hold high expectations for the same unfamiliar fries. It was also this expectation that Seraph was willing to follow my instructions to take action.

After sniffing the fries, he then smelled the spicy chicken leg trunk that was not chicken or chicken legs. Luweika closed his eyes and fell into a brief silence, probably because he was savoring the difference. Diana also took advantage of Luweika's contemplation and repeated the instructions I had issued to Luweika in the same way.

The spicy chicken leg burger that Ru called has the unique aroma of fried food, and the taste is much stronger than that of French fries. However, as time goes by, the sense of smell is inevitably tired, which makes people feel greasy. In comparison, the taste of French fries is not significant. However, French fries have the fragrance of fruit. The first smell may be worse than the former, but the evaluation is worse than the last rhyme. Luweika is more and more certain, and she also infers my ideas without authorization: Your plan must be to maximize the aroma advantages of French fries. While avoiding the attention of the eater being completely snatched away by the burger, it can also dilute the greasy feeling brought by the burger with the fruit aroma, which can be said to have used the food culture to the extreme.

Well, I didn't think so much about it. I scratched my cheeks. Maybe I should hire Luweika as a food commentator in the future. If she recorded her incisive comments on various foods, she might not be able to edit them into a book later and take them to the bookshelf outside to sell.

Without being humble, just like your ability to create stories, I highly praised your cooking knowledge and innovation. Luvi Caen held his head, and only then was the image of a seraphic angel, but the speed of breaking skills was as fast as the subject. The conversation suddenly changed, and his high-spirited posture immediately weakened: In this way, you have introduced all the food, so can I eat?

...Sano, give me the menu. I recycled the menu from Sano, and I was helpless to hand it over to the foodie angel again: order whatever I want, but please give me a high order to let this portion on the table. I have bitten this burger.

My subordinates didn't care. Seno stood up solemnly and said to me solemnly: No, you should say that you have bitten better.

Thank you for your kindness. I solved the original Jinla Chicken Leg Castle, which was named Jinla Fish Castle in a few seconds, so that Seno will continue to worry about it.

Lord Demon King, you don’t need to be polite to your subordinates. Seno bowed and accepted my sarcasm as a compliment. Perhaps this is why the undead creatures are all loyal. It’s not that I’m saying that their thinking patterns are really positive.

The burger was done and the drinks were collected because I needed moisture to moisten my throat. After thinking about the remaining fries and desserts for a while, I decided to push them all to Diana for treatment.

Diana, you probably won’t be unable to eat French fries and jelly, right? I tried to suck a few French fries and leave. I handed the other fries together with the packaging to Diana.

Lord, as a subordinate, I shouldn't have used the food you've eaten. Diana swung her head left and right, and the ponytail tied to the back of her head also danced with her.

No, this is how French fries are eaten. I held the carton part of the packaging, turned the opening toward Diana, shrugged and said: This is probably a kind of cultural barrier. Strictly speaking, every French fries are an individual, so you are not considered to have taken the food I have eaten.

Since you said that, I sneaked over...Diana swallowed the saliva in her mouth and reached out her hand tremblingly.

There is no secret tragedy. Diana's excessively restrained movements are full of joy, and it is really difficult to resist laughing on the spot.

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