Chapter 881

As McGonagall explained to Phyllis, she continued to walk around the beef shop. Phyllis listened attentively. She was completely used to the taste and scene of the vegetable market. She would ask questions if she didn't understand, and McGonagall would answer them one by one.

After visiting five beef shops, McGonagall only bought two pieces of beef head meat that he liked. He said with a smile, "it's good to find two pieces in the market at noon, but it's enough to practice."

"When is the best time to come to the market?" Asked Phyllis curiously.

McGonagall replied with a smile: "that's naturally the best time in the morning, when the ingredients are the freshest. However, the real experts come in the early morning. At that time, these bosses just started to work. They can see what a whole cow looks like and how it looks. The ingredients that have just been slaughtered should be taken away immediately and kept for use. It must be the best. "

"I'm also an expert. As soon as the market lights up in the early morning, the people in charge of purchasing in restaurants and restaurants are watching outside. Before the cattle are killed, someone will fix the parts first. If you don't hurry up, you can't buy good things like kidney." The owner of the beef shop laughed.

"For a fresh food, do you need to come to the market in the early morning..." Phyllis felt a little incredible. She looked at McGonagall with more admiration. With McGonagall's attitude towards food, there must be him among those people.

"Ingredients are the basis of a dish. Even if a chef can make delicious food with inferior ingredients, the dish must be imperfect in his mind." MEG nodded.

"Do excellent ingredients refer to expensive and precious ingredients?" So did Phyllis.

McGonagall shook his head slightly and said: "excellent ingredients are not chasing prices and cherishing. It is meaningless to put phoenix eggs into the fried rice with eggs made for ordinary people. For a restaurant, appropriateness is more important than rarity. In the restaurant positioning, it is the basic ability of an excellent chef to find the best ingredients at this price."

"Positioning the best ingredients in the price..." if Phyllis realized.

There are many kinds of vegetables in the vegetable market, such as radish, cabbage, green vegetables, Hericium erinaceus, Overlord vegetables and so on, which are unique in the world. But for a while, he didn't think about what kind of vegetables to make.

The system's saying "if you don't have the conditions to create conditions, you have to go up." it's very clear that the only thing he can rely on is himself.

The system mostly wants to test his original ability.

He can't do such a shameful thing as dancing in women's clothes at the door of the restaurant.

McGonagall has kept all the vegetable varieties in mind. When you go back, you can think about the dishes you've eaten before. There's no systematic bonus. There's still some pressure.

"Go back. If you can't make a qualified sauce today, you don't need these two pieces of beef." MEG bought some spices at the spice stand and took Phyllis back to the restaurant.

"Are you sure you want to be a chef?" McGonagall put on her apron, stopped at the kitchen door, looked back at Phyllis, who was wearing her apron, and asked.

Phyllis was slightly stunned, then nodded solemnly.

"Very good. I hope you can become an excellent cook as soon as possible, so that you can become a regular in advance and double your salary." Meg said with a smile and went straight into the kitchen.

"For roast beef kebabs, the control of the heat needs to find the feeling slowly after continuous contact, and before that, the most critical step is the deployment of sauce."

"Sauce is the soul of roast beef kebab. Anyone can roast the beef kebab, but if you eat the roast beef kebab in 100 places, there are 100 kinds of flavors, and the difference is in the sauce. Therefore, an excellent sauce will determine the height of your roast beef kebab."

McGonagall sorted out the new spices he bought today and looked at Phyllis.

"So how should the sauce be mixed?" Phyllis looked at MEG nervously. She didn't expect to start teaching so soon.

"The sauce I make has three flavors: spicy, Maotai and garlic. At present, the Beef Kebabs sold in the restaurant also have these three flavors, which can cover most of the customers' tastes." McGonagall said with a smile: "of course, if you can make more interesting flavors in the future and get the approval of customers, it's OK. But now you need to follow me to learn how to make these three kinds of sauces, and have a deep understanding of all the spices."

"All right." Phyllis nodded. She seldom added spices to her cooking, but at most she added a little salt, so she didn't know anything about the spices with strange fragrance.

MEG put the beef in the fridge, and then explained the spices to Phyllis.

Of course, the chef's best teacher is naturally tongue and nose. After chewing dozens of prickly ash, red faced Phyllis has deeply understood what is spicy.

McGonagall's goal for Felice at noon today is sauce with sauce flavor. After telling her in detail the order, amount and time interval of each spice, McGonagall went directly out of the kitchen and handed the stage to Felice.

At the beginning, in order to make the sauce satisfied with the selling system, McGonagall kept on making it for decades in the kitchen god proving ground, so he didn't have much hope for Felice to make the sauce satisfied with him in an afternoon.

He took a pen and paper, put it on the table, poured himself a pot of tea, and McGonagall sat leisurely. Sure enough, it was much better to sit outside than to stand inside.

McGonagall soon began to think about the vegetables that he had eaten in his previous life.

"Hot and sour shredded potatoes, stewed bamboo shoots, pickled cabbage, golden corn brand..." the dishes floated through Meg's mind, and many of them brought him surprises. However, he was not so confident that he could beat all the restaurants in Aden square and reach the top of the vegetable list.

"Which one to choose?" MEG was thinking, hesitating, when he suddenly looked up into the kitchen, his eyes widened.

In the kitchen, many spices flew from the bag, connected into a line, and spun around Phyllis, like a ribbon, which was very magical.

A pale cyan light enveloped Phyllis's body, her eyes tightly closed, as if in meditation.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes.

Each spice flew out of the ribbon and accurately fell into the bowl in front of her. The soy sauce bottle floated up, the lid opened automatically, and then poured a little. More bottles and cans opened, and all kinds of spices and seasonings were orderly added to the big bowl.

McGonagall: "and