Chapter 1610

Put a string of pig eyes on the grill, the fire temperature must not be high, otherwise the hot eye slurry may burst and splash on your face.

Turn back and forth over a small fire and bake it carefully. In the process, brush on all kinds of sauces and spices, patiently wait for the eyes to ripen from the inside to the outside.

The skin of pig's eyes is full of oil, and the fragrance is gradually flowing out.

"It seems that's what happened." McGonagall's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his roasted pig's eyes were flipped at will, moving slowly to the more powerful area.

"Poof"

An eyeball burst, an eyeball on the kebab burst suddenly, hot eye paste splashed away, and part of it flew towards his face.

"The trough is really explosive!" McGonagall tilted his head and avoided the eye easily.

"Puff, puff, puff --"

And almost at the same time, the rest of the pig's eyes burst.

McGonagall quickly released the bamboo stick in his hand, and at the same time, he took two steps back to avoid the hot eyes after the burst.

"This is probably the most dangerous dish I've ever cooked?" McGonagall looked at the muddled grill and the wall, and pulled awkwardly. If it happened in a real kitchen, it would be an accident.

No need for MEG to clean up. After about five seconds, the grill and table are clean again.

"It seems that we still need to operate in strict accordance with the experience and standards of experts. It's impossible to be too confident." McGonagall quickly corrected his attitude, took a bamboo stick, put on a string of pig eyes again, and stood in front of the grill with a serious look to start roasting pig eyes again.

Roast pig eye is too strict on the temperature, which makes McGonagall, who has mastered the skill of turning 200 Roast Beef Kebabs at the same time, a little impatient. However, after a blast, his temperament was well put away.

Beef can't explode. It's a good tempered food. You have to coax it.

About 20 minutes later, the pig's eyes had been roasted to a bright brown color. The whole skin had shrunk a circle. The slightly fat skin had been roasted to shrink water, and it was still full of oil. The attractive smell of barbecue had come to my nostrils. Sprinkle with cumin pepper, and then turn it over for two circles.

"It doesn't seem difficult to be a little patient." MEG looked at the roast pig's eyes in his hand. Four pig's eyes were on a bamboo stick.

After baking, the terror value of pig eyes has dropped a lot, at least not inadvertently on a pair of dead pig eyes.

However, for most people, such a face value still has a strong impact, especially after knowing that this is roast pig eye, it is estimated that many people will rise the heart of resistance.

McGonagall looked at the roast pig's eye in his hand. If it wasn't for the delicious smell after baking, and he was used to pig's eye, otherwise he would not try this super dark food.

"System, did I succeed?" McGonagall asked casually, "I've never tasted roast pig's eye in my last life. There should be no standard for this dish, right?"

"The first point: from the top, the skin of the third pig's eye is too dry and hard, because there is too little oil in it, so it should be roasted separately in the baking process. This is a problem that an excellent chef should take the initiative to find and solve in the cooking process."

"The second point: the second pig eye fails to wear tightly, the position of the second pig eye deviates in the baking process, and the whole pig eye fails to reach the qualified state. Carelessness will destroy a dish."

"Third point:..."

This paper systematically lists the mistakes made by MEG in the seemingly perfect baking process.

"So there are a lot of problems." McGonagall nodded and accepted the system's critical advice. If it was only to this extent, it would not be long before he could finish the roast pig's eye. It was all a matter of detail.

"Success criteria of roast pig eye:

A bite open, pig eye serous burst shot, no fishy smell, memorable;

The eyeball has the feeling of springing teeth. The texture is touching when chewing. It is tough on the outside and tender on the inside. It is soft and juicy, and has a strong taste;

Clear and crisp lens and cornea, like crispy bone, bring different chewing pleasure

The system then issued standards.

McGonagall:

"In other words, system, if my memory is not lost because of crossing, then I should not have eaten roast pig's eye, right? I didn't raise such an excessive standard, did I? " McGonagall frowned. The broader the requirements, the higher the requirements, because the system will follow the highest standards.

"This is a string of copywriting in life." The system replied.

"You even copy the copy?" MEG rolled his eyes.

"Isn't that the source?" The system is right.

"I..." McGonagall opened his mouth, but he was speechless. But he quickly said, "I think this copy may have some boasting elements."

"As a candidate of Kitchen God, he has the best barbecue experience. If he can't meet the requirement of copywriting, it's worse than boasting."

"You are cruel!" McGonagall thought about it, as if there was some truth, and soon put it into the eyes of roast pigs.

To make food beyond the imagination of diners is what a chef with pursuit should do.

It's like a bowl of ordinary soymilk and an ordinary fried dough stick. In the hands of different chefs, they can also glow with different colors.

What McGonagall wants to do is to let the delicious food in his hands radiate the most beautiful color.

"Taste a little bad, failure!"

"The smell of eyeball serous is not completely eliminated, failure!"

"Failure..."

The number of days on the wall is gradually decreasing. McGonagall's face is expressionless to accept the failure again and again. The roasting technique is becoming more and more proficient. The pig eye string in his hand has changed from one to two or three, one whole!

For a moment, McGonagall felt that he was integrated with the kebab in his hand and the oven below. He could sense the hot temperature of the charcoal in the oven, feel the subtle changes of the kebab in the baking process, and then turn the kebab over at the right time, brush with the right oil and sauce.

This is a very mysterious feeling, as if time has become slow, and he can control everything at will.

"Ding!"

"Perfect roast pig eye!"

MEG put a pig's eye on the plate in front of him and heard the sound of the system.

"Did it work?" McGonagall didn't show too much surprise, but showed a little surprise. He felt that this roast pig eye was not perfect, and he could do better next.

He looked up at the countdown on the wall, and it had already turned a hundred days before he knew it.

"No wonder it's not easy to start barbecue, and it's even more difficult to become a master." McGonagall sighed in his heart that the time to learn this roast pig's eye was almost up to the time to learn Buddhism and jump over the wall.

McGonagall didn't rush out of the kitchen god trial, but continued to put himself into the eyes of the roast pig. He wanted to be more perfect.