Chapter 882

"The trough! System, someone's on here! "

McGonagall was shocked for a long time, and then couldn't help saying that.

The elements of wind surround Felice's body, sift out the spices one by one, and then add them to the big bowl in front of her. Whether it's the spices around her body or the spices floating in the air with the lid open, everything looks like a miracle.

"If she were my host, it would be very easy for her." The system sighed.

McGonagall: "and

Although I don't know what the effect is, Felix Lu's skill still calms MEG down, and... A little envious: "sure enough, the mage looks more handsome than the swordsman!"

Five minutes later, all the spices fell back into the spice bag, and the bottles and cans also fell back to their original position.

Phyllis was surprised to see the thick brown sauce in the big bowl in front of her. The smell of the sauce was already on her face, which seemed to be no different from the bowl that Meg had prepared before.

"Is it done?" McGonagall walked into the kitchen, the mellow flavor of the sauce came to my nostrils. When I smell it carefully, I can also feel the layers of the flavor. The sauce is full and clear-cut. Judging from the flavor alone, it can be regarded as the top grade.

"Yes, please judge." Phyllis looked at McGonagall nervously, and her little hand was unconsciously pinching the skirt.

MEG came forward. In the porcelain white bowl, the brown sauce looked very thick. After stirring, it left some swirling lines, which looked like a milk cap. It can be seen that the combination of various spices and seasonings was perfect.

"The smell is OK, so is the shape and color." MEG nodded, took a chopstick from one side, gently dipped it in the sauce, then licked it with the tip of his tongue and closed his eyes.

The flavor of soy sauce faints on the tip of the tongue and brings a very mellow taste. The flavor of soy sauce is integrated by various spices and becomes more mellow. At the same time, it also brings a richer sense of hierarchy. The rich flavor is released and makes people fascinated.

But... What seems to be missing?

McGonagall's brows wrinkled slightly. I have to say that just after seeing his demonstration and the specific amount of ingredients, we can make this kind of sauce. Phyllis is absolutely a genius.

After all, even after he got a perfect experience pack, the sauce he prepared for the first time made it hard for him to eat.

However, this seemingly very good sauce, but let him have a strange feeling, it seems that something is missing.

Phyllis looked at McGonagall with some uneasiness. Seeing his frown, her heart was raised to her throat.

Although she didn't expect to pass the first time, she was still a little nervous about how much she could achieve.

MEG didn't open his eyes. Instead, he licked the chopsticks again.

In the kitchen, I could hear Felice's nervous breathing. The ugly duckling on the counter looked up curiously, and then collapsed on the stage again, unable to arouse her interest.

After five minutes of silence, McGonagall opened his eyes, put down his chopsticks, looked at Phyllis and said, "when stirring, do you use magic?"

"Yes... Yes, I use a small wind column to drive the sauce to rotate in the bowl, so that the spices and various seasonings can be completely integrated. What's the problem?" said Felice

"No wonder." McGonagall's face showed a smile. Looking at the tense expression, Phyllis said: "the combination of spices and seasonings is really perfect, but it has lost the soul of this sauce."

"Have you lost your soul?" Phyllis was puzzled and frustrated.

McGonagall said with a smile, seeing that Phyllis was dejected“ It's very good to be able to achieve this level in the first deployment. When I first deployed, it was far worse than this. The dosage and sequence of spices and seasonings were well controlled, almost without defects and errors, and the control was good. "

There was a new light in Phyllis's eyes.

McGonagall went on to say: "however, good cooking has soul. Precision is only the foundation. Some steps are not just to get the results. Only by feeling the changes of cooking with both hands can we inject soul into a dish."

"So... Should I give up magic and cook with my hands?" Phyllis is thoughtful.

"No, magician, your talent and advantages can make you control precisely. This is the ability that many chefs dream of. How can you give up?" McGonagall shook his head with a smile, pointed to the sauce in front of him and said: "there is only one place you need to improve. Change the stirring step of the wind column to manual stirring. Use both hands to feel the change of the sauce, and use your heart to feel the critical point of the sauce fusion. When you find the critical point, the sauce will be perfect."

"Although the wind column is good, the perfect fusion does not mean the perfect sauce. Only the hands of the chef can feel this degree."

"Critical point... Degree..." Phyllis thought for a while, her eyes suddenly lit up. She suddenly understood where the feeling of harmony came from when she saw MEG cooking. It was a fit, the fit between people and the pot, the dishes in the pot. It was a wonderful zero point.

What she is good at most is control. She has no control over the ingredients and condiments, and she pursues the perfect cooking process. However, she has lost the joy and rhythm of silence.

Meg's words were like a beam of light, which made her find the direction.

Preciseness is a chef's attitude, but the chef's devotion to a dish is the soul of the dish.

MEG looked into Phyllis's eyes and said with a smile, "you can try again." Then he turned and walked out of the kitchen.

"Not even enough, no way."

"Shangqing and Xianong, no way."

"No way."

……

MEG sat at the table, savoring a portion of the sauce from Phyllis and making a brief comment.

Although has been denied, Phyllis is not anxious, quickly back to the kitchen for the next deployment.

Time flies by like this. MEG looks at the clock on the wall. It's time to start preparing for the evening business again. Just as she gets up, Phyllis comes out with a bowl of sauce and puts it gently in front of MEG. She looks calm, but her expectation is hard to hide.

MEG looked at the sauce. The thick brown sauce had a uniform color and a strong sauce flavor.

Pick up the chopsticks, point the sauce, and then lick it with the tip of your tongue.

"The smell!"

McGonagall's eyes suddenly brightened up. The full and round sauce bloomed on the tip of his tongue, bringing a very mellow taste. All kinds of spices and seasonings were well integrated, with a clear sense of hierarchy and endless aftertaste.

"Is... A failure this time?" Asked Phyllis nervously.

"No, it's perfect this time." MEG put down his chopsticks and looked at Phyllis like a treasure.