Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

Chapter 1505

"I've got a golden finger. It won't light anywhere!"

McGonagall uttered a rather shameful mantra, and then gently touched chebman's brow.

The contact time between finger and eyebrow is less than one second.

MEG stepped back.

Chebman, on the other hand, closed his eyes.

Chebman felt that a mysterious force suddenly poured into his mind. Every step of McGonagall's previous operation and every paragraph he said began to emerge in his mind. Some things he didn't understand before were solved one after another and became easy to understand. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, as if everything had been understood.

"Remember?" McGonagall asked with a smile.

"Well, I remember it all." Chebman nodded and looked at McGonagall with surprise and admiration. He couldn't understand why McGonagall touched his brow with his finger. He understood the dish thoroughly, as if he had made it many times.

"Do you really remember it all?" Ha Swiss looked at chebman suspiciously. He was a great apprentice and was good at everything. He was slow in learning, not only in starting, but also in running. The only thing to be praised was stability.

"Yes, master." Chebman nodded again.

Ha Swiss knew chebman would never lie, so he looked at Meg's finger suspiciously. Is this really a golden finger? Little by little? But as a master, he couldn't weaken his momentum at this time. He said with a smile, "OK, in this case, let's have a cooking duel today. Let's take husband and wife's lung slice as the duel item, and my master as the referee to see who makes better husband and wife's lung slice."

"Yes." Chebman nodded respectfully and did not refuse again.

"In that case, I'll be the judge of the duel between the same school and the opposite school."

"First! Absolutely not in a mood! Second! Never miss a bad thing! Third! The justice of the referee is absolutely beautiful! Judge McGonagall, come here! I'll judge the match McGonagall raised his hand, but the lantern didn't run, so he had to withdraw his hand awkwardly, stepped back two steps, and gave the field to ha Swiss master and apprentice, "duel, start!"

"Master is really professional!" Ha Switzerland and chebman have some sidelights, but after hearing that the duel started, they officially began to enter the cooking mode.

The first step is to start with the preparation of food materials, and select the spices needed for bittern from hundreds of spice boxes. This will test whether the previous lectures are serious and how much we know about these spices.

Ha Swiss looked at the spice box, lost in thought. He had just remembered what he had just remembered, but now he can't remember which box MEG took the spice from. After thinking for a while, he picked out several kinds of spices with obvious characteristics, such as star anise. The rest can only be distinguished by his sense of smell.

On the other hand, chebman grabs all kinds of spices in the spice box and throws them into the pot one by one. His technique is skillful and his action is freehand. It seems that he has a good command of them.

"True or false?" Ha Switzerland looked back, chebman has finished the selection process, and began to prepare beef and beef offal.

After a moment's hesitation, harshwitz poked his head for a sneak glance.

"Peek warning!" McGonagall's serious voice sounded.

"Hey, hey, I just want to see if this kid is fooling around." Ha Swiss retracts his head and laughs.

McGonagall's face was expressionless, but his eyes were fixed on chebman. He also wanted to know how the golden finger worked, whether it really didn't work there.

Ha Switzerland selects spices by his sense of smell. Although the speed is a little slower, he also accurately selects every spice he needs. Just by the time he selects, chebman has put the meat in the pot and started to stew.

"Hey, it's not slow to start this time. It's amazing how fast it is." Ha Switzerland was a little surprised and even more curious about what McGonagall had just ordered for chebman, and even such magical effects.

"Or did the master secretly make up lessons for his disciples behind his back?" Another thought came up in his heart, but he soon ruled it out. They didn't have time to commit the crime.

"I didn't expect that there would be a day when we need to be serious." Ha Switzerland sighed, his face also showed some serious color, carefully recalled the previous McGonagall operation process, began to cook step by step.

McGonagall stood quietly watching, observing the details of their cooking, but he didn't say anything about it or correct it.

It can be seen that chebman, who was instructed by him, did a good job in the details, and obviously had a deep understanding of the dish.

By virtue of his superb craftsmanship and decades of experience as a chef, harshwitz also shows a strong understanding and execution. The details are impeccable, just because after all, he just watched Meg's operation and explanation once, and there will be a pause in some steps.

"Take your time. Show me your notes." Ha Swiss said to chebman, not blushing and not jumping, explaining: "I'm not forgetting ha, I'm just confirming that this is the most basic serious attitude as a chef. You should learn it well."

"Yes, master." Chebman, with a face of being taught, handed the notebook to harshwitz.

McGonagall said something and believed in you. Bad old man, very bad.

"This red oil needs to be added with this... And then this..." Ha Switzerland carefully looked through chebman's notebook, while chebman had already poured the boiled red oil into a big bowl for standby.

About half an hour later, ha Swiss poured the boiled red oil on the sliced beef and beef offal, and a red couple's lung slice was finished.

Chebman, on the other hand, had finished a few minutes earlier.

Ha Switzerland took a look at the husband and wife lung slice made by chebman, and the style is basically the same as his. After all, he is his apprentice who has been honing his knife work for nearly 20 years, which is only a little worse than him.

"Why are you a little nervous? It shouldn't be. " Ha Swiss slightly raised his eyebrows and felt that his heart began to accelerate a little.

It's OK to lose to McGonagall. After all, there's someone out there, and there's something out there. But if you lose to your own apprentice, it's a bit subtle.

"The cooking is over, and now it's time to go to the tasting session." McGonagall snapped his fingers and motioned the two contestants to bring up their husband and wife's lungs.

Judging from the appearance, there is almost no difference between the two pieces of husband and wife's lung slices. The exquisite knife work makes the thickness of each piece of meat very uniform. It rotates and unfolds on the plate like a blooming flower.

McGonagall was a little surprised that chebman's knife work seemed a bit dull, but it was extremely exquisite and moving. It was only a little worse than that of harshwitz, and the overall level should be higher than him.

"I'll try it." MEG picked up a pair of chopsticks and picked up a piece of beef from the plate.