Chapter 1291

"And this kind of operation?" McGonagall looked at Rena in surprise. She was confident that she could choose which spices McGonagall used just by smelling them a few times the night before yesterday. Did this girl have the legendary nose of God?

"Is that your dog nose?" Irina was also surprised. After eating hot pot yesterday, she didn't eat anything except the spices she could see. Anyway, the delicious food was over.

Everyone in the restaurant also looks at Rina curiously. The boss puts many kinds of spices into the hot pot. Even if they have eaten them several times, they can't understand.

"There may be some deviations, but I believe in my nose." Rina nodded firmly.

"Well, you come with me." McGonagall, without further ado, immediately got up and went to the kitchen.

Rena quickly followed, on the way to the kitchen, constantly taking a deep breath to adjust her heartbeat, this is her only chance, if she can't perform well, she may only stay in that bad place in her life.

Many people follow her outside the kitchen. This kind of test is much more interesting than the previous ones, such as carrying dishes and mopping the floor. Moreover, if Rena really succeeds, it will be great.

Walking to the kitchen door, Rena subconsciously stops and looks at the bright kitchen, her eyes suddenly light up.

She could hardly believe that the kitchen could be like this, which was beyond her imagination.

In her kitchen, there is only a hanging stew pot and a small stone stove. All this is like a dream.

If you can cook here

Rena's heart was beating violently. She couldn't imagine the happiness.

McGonagall looked back at Rina, who was standing at the kitchen door, and looked at the kitchen with the slightest glance. Her eyes were shining with the devout light of pilgrimage to the holy land. Her eyes showed some appreciation, and she was not in a hurry to interrupt her.

Rina's eyes turned around the kitchen, and finally fell on MEG. When she found that he was looking at himself, she suddenly realized that he was still in the interview, and her face suddenly showed a bit of panic. She quickly waved her hand and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm just" can she succeed? " Anna peered through the window with her toes on her feet and murmured curiously.

"Maybe." Sheryl holds Anna up so that she can easily see the scene in the kitchen.

Pepper, dried pepper, star anise, cinnamon

Meg's eyes are more and more bright. So far, all the spices selected by Rena are correct. The order of spice boxes is disorderly, so there is no possibility that you can guess correctly by random selection.

About ten minutes later, Rina gently put the dish on the stove, stepped back two steps, looked at MEG nervously and said, "there are two kinds of spices I'm not sure about, because the smell is weak and may be covered by the smell of other spices, so I don't have a choice."

"The right choice?" Irina asked curiously.

People are also curious to see McGonagall, this test is the most exciting today, just by smell to choose spices and spices, it is hell level difficulty, OK!

"Spicy hot pot tastes heavier, so salt is essential."

"The right amount of rock sugar can make the soup mellow and sweet again, relieve the spicy stimulation."

"Everything else is right."

MEG scooped a rock sugar and a spoonful of salt on the plate, then gave Rena a thumbs up and said, "you're a genius."

"Isn't that great?" Abemia looks at Rena with a look of amazement. So far, she can't learn how to pack rougamo.

"It's amazing. It's almost all right." Phyllis is also shocked to see Rina, when she learned how to mix the sauce of roast beef kebabs, it took her a long time to successfully mix the sauce.

"Why do I smell almost the same." Irina sniffed and looked at Rena's nose with a puzzled face. Maybe she was a fake nose.

Everyone was amazed by Rena's performance, so many spices, even if you tell them the name, are not necessarily able to choose the right, let alone just smell the taste of the soup pot once and then accurately select them.

"I'm just... I'm just lucky." Rina was praised by the public, and she lowered her head and whispered.

"In fact, I'm more curious. Since you can analyze my recipes by smell, why don't you open your own hotpot shop? Even if the spices are less than one or two and the price is a little closer to the people, the business should not be too bad. " MEG looked into Rina's eyes and asked seriously.

"This is the delicious food you created. It's unfair for you to imitate if you know the recipe. I don't think it's what a chef should do." Rina shook her head, her eyes firm.

"I don't really care about imitation." McGonagall grinned and held out his hand to Rina. "But I like your answer. If you like, Miss Rina, welcome to the Mami restaurant."