Kapitel 1697: I Think... We Are About To Have A Baby

Mag had tried many whole roasted goats. He had been to the Mongolian grassland, and had also gone to the Yu Li County at Gobi Desert, but none of the roasted goats he had could be compared to this roasted black goat grilled by Eddie.

No one said anything, but actions spoke louder than words. In a flash, the plates filled with a substantial amount of chevon were cleared. That was the greatest form of respect for the roast goat.

Eddie smiled proudly. Even the distinguished guests from afar would fall in love with his whole roasted goat.

"Remember to master your grandfather's skills before coming over. When you arrive at Chaos City, I'll arrange work for you," Mag told Alfonso seriously after finishing a few kilograms of chevon once he put his plate down.