Chapter 922

MEG is constantly trying to make bean paste, and Phyllis is also trying to practice if she roasts a string of roast beef kebabs.

Quiet kitchen, only two people occasionally sigh, but soon they will put into the next failure, in this point, they found a trace of similarity.

"It turns out that behind every delicious food, there is a process of continuous improvement. It's not a simple thing to become an excellent cook. I have to continue to work hard!" Phyllis took a furtive look at MEG and thought to herself,

At noon, McGonagall set the stove on fire and baked out the first roast duck, two plates of thin lotus leaf cakes, several long small plates with Scallion strips and cucumber strips cut into thin strips, and a plate of sweet sauce in front of each person.

Everything looks so exquisite and exquisite, which makes people look forward to it.

There were no other dishes on the table. People sat at the table looking forward to the direction of the kitchen.

The most anticipated time is the moment when a new dish is served, and they will be the first to witness and taste it.

MEG pushed a small dining car out of the kitchen. There were several delicate dishes on the dining car, a heavy Chinese kitchen knife on a round log board, and a big plate with a metal cover in the middle. He stopped at the table.

People's eyes fell on the big plate with the lid on. They watched MEG busy for a long time, but there were all kinds of conjectures in their hearts about what the roast duck looked like, but they still wanted to see what it looked like.

"Beijing roast duck." Meg said with a smile, then gently lifted the metal cover.

Under the cover, there is a rich and full duck with bright color and jujube red color. The surface is slightly glossy. A complete duck is so beautiful that people's eyes can't help but brighten up.

The roast duck just taken out of the oven is still steaming hot. The strong fragrance comes with the hot air, which is mouth watering.

"Gulu."

Their throats rolled uncontrollably.

"How fragrant! It's totally different from the roast beef kebab, but the same smell makes people want to drool. " Abelmia sniffed deeply and said with admiration.

"Father, there is only one roast duck, but we have so many people. How can we divide it?" Amy asked, looking at MEG in distress.

People are also looking at MEG, a roast duck six people, how to cut down has become a problem.

"To eat roast duck, seven parts depend on roast, three parts depend on slice, so this slice of roast duck is a very important process." McGonagall said with a smile. He put on his light disposable gloves, picked up the roast duck from the big plate and put it on the cutting board. Holding the kitchen knife, he scratched on the duck breast and moved his wrist gently. Pieces of light duck meat and belt meat fell on the cutting board neatly.

Thin and fat duck meat with golden duck skin, cut with beautiful texture, all were sliced into the shape of Apricot Leaves, almost the same size, thickness is no difference, as thin as leaves, stacked orderly on the cutting board.

The heavy kitchen knife in McGonagall's hands is particularly dexterous. The crispy duck skin and delicate duck meat can't make the knife stable. Under his knife, a whole duck is quickly sliced into pieces of duck meat according to different parts and placed on different plates, flowing with clouds.

Amy's big eyes were staring at the plates of roast duck, and the light in his eyes seemed to rush.

"What a good knife worker!" Felice's mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were full of wonder. Without any magic assistance, she only relied on the pure knife work to make a roast duck slice that had just been taken out of the oven into such a thin and uniform shape. It was really amazing for her.

Even if she had the help of wind magic, she might not be able to do better and faster than McGonagall.

Sally and abemia are equally amazing. The attractive roast duck is sliced off by Meg's knife. This process seems to endow the soul of the roast duck. Looking at the uniform thickness of the duck in the dish and the increasing fragrance in the air, it seems that they can feel the attractive taste of the duck after it's imported, and their expectations have been transferred to the extreme.

"108." McGonagall put down the duck rack, where he could hardly see the meat, and looked at the duck which was just full of five plates, with a smile on his face.

It's the most perfect number for a duck to be 108 pieces. Only the experienced master can make it. The thickness of the duck is just the most suitable. It's also one of the projects that McGonagall spends the most time in the kitchen god trial space.

Slice roast duck, it's a real skill.

"Father, can we start eating now?" Asked Amy, looking expectantly at MEG.

"Of course, but before eating, I'll tell you how to eat roast duck." McGonagall took a pet look at Amy, who was a little worried. "Roast duck can be eaten directly or dipped in the sweet flour sauce in front of you. Of course, the most classic way to eat is to dip the duck in the sweet flour sauce, add scallion strips and cucumber strips, and wrap them in a layer of lotus leaf cake."

People's eyes fell on the sweet flour paste and scallion in front of them, and the lotus leaf cake in the small bamboo plate. It turned out that these things were still useful. I didn't expect to be so particular about eating the roast duck.

"Everyone is hungry too. Let's start eating." McGonagall said with a smile, looking at the crowd who had been swallowing saliva for so many times.

"Good!" Amy was the first one to hold out his chopsticks. He picked up a piece of duck and fed it to his mouth.

Happy expression instantly climbed on the delicate face, delicious in the mouth, is the taste of happiness.

"It turns out that roast duck tastes like this, so roast goose and goose must be similar, right? It's so delicious! Bam Amy opened her eyes and said happily.

"I'll try, too." Abemia picked up a piece of duck, carefully dipped it in the sweet sauce in front of her, then fed it to her mouth and bit it open.

The freshly opened duck is still hot and crisp, while the lean and fat duck is particularly plump and mellow. A smell of fruit wood faints from the duck, and the taste of sweet sauce begins to spread at this time, which makes the delicacy go up to a new level.

Abemia had closed her eyes at some time. It seemed that she saw a duck slowly roasted to golden red in the fruit charcoal. A drop of oil oozed from the duck, and then slowly slid down the golden red skin. The drop fell into the charcoal fire and raised a flame

It's delicious to see