Chapter 647

"Well? 10 gold coins for a bottle of black pepper? System, are you taking advantage of the fire? " McGonagall raised his eyebrows and suddenly felt that the system was releasing tasks at this time, which seemed to have a profound meaning.

"Kouhu, is this the system?"

The system was obviously irritated by McGonagall's words, and said with pride: "this black pepper is produced in the devil islands of Western Blue, which only covers an area of 1000 square meters, and the area suitable for black pepper cultivation is less than half of the island area. In this system, the quality of kompot No.2 was improved by selecting and cultivating kompot pepper from Cambodia.

The special climate and mineral rich soil in Western Blue Island give black pepper special flavor, which can play an excellent role in cooking. Moreover, black pepper is known as black gold. In this world, the price of black pepper is much higher than that of gold. A bottle of 10 gold coins is already the price of friendship. "

After listening to the introduction of the system, McGonagall was a little bit receptive to the price. Good ingredients can afford the high price. Anyway, it's also a guest to pay. However, he was still a little curious and asked, "is there black pepper in the world?"

"Black pepper is a luxury in the world, with extremely harsh growth conditions and inconvenient transportation. Every wild black pepper can be sold at a high price in the market, and even some high-end restaurants may not be able to receive much black pepper." The system replied.

"System, or we can sell black pepper. This is a profiteering industry." McGonagall's eyes are bright. The more scarce things are, the more expensive they are. The key is that the market is not small.

"Host, you should always remember your identity! Don't you feel ashamed to be a kitchen god and think about selling vegetables every day? " System some hate iron not steel said.

"Then you should be very proud of a food system that sells black silk every day?" McGonagall rolled his eyes and looked at bayat, who was preparing other side dishes quickly. He didn't bother to argue with the system. He said directly, "OK, I want a bottle of black pepper. When it's delivered, keep a low profile and pass it directly to my pocket."

"Ding! 10 gold coins have been deducted! A bottle of black pepper has arrived. "

McGonagall looked down at the suddenly bulging crotch, with a slightly strange expression, and roared in his mind: "system, I said it's a pocket! Not the crotch! You pervert

"I'm sorry, there's a slight deviation in the delivery location." There's something sorry going on in the system.

McGonagall only felt that his crotch was cool, and then the pocket beside him swelled, which made his expression more natural. Fortunately, no one noticed the change, otherwise he would be labeled as abnormal.

He took out a small bottle of black pepper from his pocket and put it on the table. MEG counted the ingredients and condiments. He took off his stiff black suit and handed it to the waiter. He untied his cufflinks and rolled it up twice. He reached for a flat kitchen knife on the knife rest.

"This guy is so fancy. Chef bayatt is almost ready. He hasn't started yet."

"Yes, he doesn't feel like a chef. Can he really make delicious food?"

The guests looked at MEG and whispered. Most of them didn't think much of him.

"Oh, this guy is scared." Cyril looked at MEG with a sneer. The duel was unexpected, but he would like to see it if he could make the guy he hated to eat and pay the price of a restaurant.

"It seems that it's time to perform real technology."

Listening to the comments, McGonagall showed a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. He walked up to the half of the cow in two steps. The knife brushed the back of the cow and pointed to the direction of the chopping table. Six pieces of beef tenderloin of the same size and thickness fell into a line on the chopping table, just in two rows on the table, even in the same shape.

"Wow, what a great swordsman!"

"I didn't even see what he did. Those are beef tenderloin, right? The size and shape as like as two peas! "

The eyes of the guests suddenly brightened, and this amazing knife work suddenly overturned their definition of McGonagall.

"The knife work is good. It seems that the basic skills are very good." Bayatt also looked up at MEG and nodded slightly.

McGonagall is not old, and his restaurant has not been open for a long time. Although some dishes are well-known among the guests, in his opinion, there should be some mood elements.

To be an excellent cook, it is necessary to study and practice day by day. Talent is very important. Secondly, diligent contact and enough practice are very important.

McGonagall may be able to achieve the first two, but there is not enough practice. Bayatt thinks that he can't grasp the taste of the guests well. If he really wants to fight him with a new dish just developed today, he is fully sure to win the fight.

Although his dish is newly developed, it has been tried on a small scale, and the feedback is very good. It is his most satisfactory work after the improvement of roast suckling pig.

McGonagall put down his kitchen knife and did not rush to cook. Instead, he went to the jury, stopped in front of hill, and said with a smile, "can I ask Miss Hill for a glass of red wine brewed by buffet estate?"

"Mr. McGonagall is in such a good mood. Would you like a drink before you cook?" Hill asked, looking at MEG with a smile.

"Other people cook beef with top-grade bamboo wine. I think only Miss Hill's red wine can be better. So if you ask Miss Hill for a glass of red wine, it's naturally for cooking." McGonagall also looked at hill with a smile.

"I haven't had beef made with red wine. Mr. McGonagall is an interesting cook." The smile on Hill's face was stronger. McGonagall praised it without leaving any trace, but it was very helpful. He raised his hand to the waiter who was holding a red wine bottle for her and asked him to pour a glass of red wine for McGonagall.

"Thank you very much." McGonagall took the red wine and went back to the stove. He took out the kitchen knife from the knife holder again, patted pieces of beef, scattered the beef, and then put them on the plate one by one. He poured in the red wine to marinate.

The top-grade beef tenderloin is tender and ruddy. When the top-level red wine is poured into the beef, the full-bodied wine aroma suddenly overflows, making the color more attractive.

"Red wine with beef, with the faint smell of blood, it's delicious." Camilla sniffed and looked at the plate in front of MEG, her eyes brightening.

"Bang!"

There was a crisp sound from bayatt's side, the lid of the black round pot burst open, and the fragrance overflowed!