Chapter 1711

McGonagall always thought that after he came to this world, his tolerance for food has improved a lot, he has been able to adapt to the impact of food from different dimensions, and calmly accept their advantages and disadvantages.

But

He still seems to overestimate himself.

So, when the mutton came to his mouth and the smell of mutton rushed to his head, he still couldn't control his mouth and vomited it out.

There was silence in the dining room.

Harrison and jergi stare, shocked and slightly embarrassed.

Leighton blushed, hung his head, his hands embarrassed and didn't know where to put them.

Moore took his fist and looked at MEG angrily.

McGonagall was also embarrassed, which was beyond his expectation. Such a scene should not have happened.

If any restaurant dares to bring such a mutton to him in a previous life, he can leave on the spot.

But now he can't. this is his restaurant.

And this is because people know that they are not good enough, so they take mutton to ask for advice. The scene doesn't match.

"Ah, this..." MEG put half of the mutton on the chopsticks back into the bowl, drew a paper towel and wiped the corners of his mouth. His expression had returned to calm. Looking at Leighton, he said frankly, "it's really a terrible stewed mutton."

Harrison and jergi both sweat and look at each other. Suddenly, they wonder if it's the right choice to bring Leighton and his son to boss McGrady.

Leighton nodded to see McGonagall's sincerity and no sarcasm. "Yes, compared with the mutton made by boss McGonagall, it's really bad."

"Don't compare with me. I make mutton soup and you stew mutton. It's two courses." McGonagall shook his head and said with a smile, "but even if it's Stewed Mutton, if it's so smelly, it's not acceptable to ordinary people unless it's a very heavy guest."

"Why, father's mutton is delicious..." Moore's red eyes are not satisfied. This guy is a good cook, but how can he spit out the precious mutton.

"Moore, respect the people who are teaching and talking about you." Leighton said with a stern look at Moore.

"Yes." Moore's face changed slightly, and he immediately dropped his eyes and stood aside.

"The child is not sensible, please go on." Leighton apologized.

"That's all right. I just had some problems with my performance." McGonagall shook his head. Seeing that Leighton was really sincere in asking for advice, he continued: "the taste of people in the city of chaos is light. Although there are all kinds of races here, after a hundred years of integration, it has formed a moderate light taste. At this time, spicy hot pot may be a ladle of hot oil, which makes many people eager to have a try, But the outstanding smell of mutton is not in this category. It belongs to the existence that will be abandoned and rejected. "

"You don't have a big problem with the heat of mutton stew, the taste of mutton, and the proportion of spices, but you don't really consciously remove the smell of mutton, which leads to the situation that both the smell and the smell are important."

"Mutton smell to the bone, I really don't know how to get rid of it." Leighton said honestly.

"Harrison, would you please buy half of the sheep you bought in the morning and the spices you bought? By the way, can you buy me a catty of ginger and half a catty of dried orange peel?" McGonagall asked, looking at Harrison.

"Right now." Harrison went out without saying a word. In less than 15 minutes, he came back with half a sheep and all kinds of things.

"It's not difficult to get rid of the smell of mutton, but I'm afraid most people don't know. Let me show you." MEG carried the half sheep into the kitchen, and Leighton was allowed to follow.

"Thank you." Leighton hurriedly followed, but McGonagall was willing to do the demonstration himself.

Looking at the wide and shining metal kitchen, Leighton and Moore standing at the door are all eyes bright. Compared with their earthen pots and stoves, it's just like heaven.

"Eliminating the smell of mutton is a whole project. We can't wait for mutton to be cooked before we think of a way. Instead, we have to start from the processing of mutton." MEG took a knife, cut half of the sheep, cut them all as big as Leighton's Stewed Mutton, and poured them into a large basin, then washed them with water.

"The first step is to chop the mutton, and then rinse all the blood with clean water. The blood will aggravate the smell of mutton." MEG poured out the water in the basin, and then refilled the basin with clean water. He went back and forth three times until the water hardly changed color.

"At this time, we don't have to rush to the pot. We cut some ginger, then pour in some wine to marinate the mutton for a while. This step can also eliminate the smell of mutton to a certain extent." McGonagall said as he demonstrated.

"Wine? Any wine will do? " Leighton asked, although ginger also touched his knowledge blind area, but the market, but wine let him care more.

McGregor thought about the cableway: "goat's milk wine is absolutely not good, general fruit wine is not good, you have to find that kind of grain wine, the effect of removing the smell is better."

"Grain wine is a bit hard to drink, but I know where to buy it. This bag will do for me." Harrison said outside.

In the process of curing, MEG poured a pot of water into the big pot, but he didn't rush to open fire.

"Can you cook it directly?" Leighton asked.

"No, after about 15 minutes of curing, we'll put the mutton in cold water." MEG shook his head and stared for about 15 minutes. He put the pickled mutton into the pot and then threw in a few slices of ginger before firing.

"Blanching is an essential process, which can force out blood and impurities in mutton, so as to achieve the effect of removing the smell of mutton. Adding ginger and cooking wine has the same effect as pickling." As McGonagall explained, he took a spoon and began to beat the foam. "The foam must be knocked out completely. This process is also very important."

Leighton watched quietly, remembering everything MEG had done.

All the bubbles were destroyed, and no new bubble appeared. McGonagall just turned off the fire, then removed the mutton from the pot and poured the big pot of mutton soup.

"This rich mutton soup, is it poured like this?" Leighton asked with some regret.

"The first pot of soup is full of smell. If it doesn't pour out, it won't get rid of the smell." McGonagall said calmly, washed the mutton with clear water, then picked up a piece of mutton and handed it to Leiden. "You smell, what's the change in the mutton."

Leighton took the mutton suspiciously, but he wanted to see what had changed after Meg's operation.

He put the mutton in front of his nose and sniffed it.

The strong smell of mutton was almost eliminated. On the contrary, it had a faint fragrance. The smell of mutton became very strong.

"The smell is gone!" Leighton was so surprised that he didn't know what to say. What McGonagall had just done couldn't be more difficult. At most, it was more complicated. He didn't expect that the smell of mutton would be completely removed.

"Boss Mai is really boss Mai." Harrison and jergi also had smiles on their faces.

"Isn't that... Too much?" Moore blushed with shame. He didn't expect McGonagall to be so powerful.

"That's the pretreatment. The next step is to stew the mutton the way you used to, and then grab an extra handful of dried orange peel to stew together." McGonagall took a bamboo basket to pack the mutton and handed it to Leighton directly. "I'm going to open for business at noon. The venue is limited. You can finish the rest by yourself. If you have any problems, you can come back to me."

"Thank you so much." Leighton took the mutton and made a deep bow to MEG.

"You're welcome. I believe you can make mutton a different way to bring delicious experience to people in the city of chaos." McGonagall said with a smile: "if the restaurant is open, I will try it myself. If there are any difficulties in opening the restaurant, you can also consult me."

"Thank you, thank you."

Leighton with Moore repeatedly thanks, this and Harrison they left with mutton.

"It's fun to share." McGonagall sat down again at the window, looking at Harrison's carriage as they went away, his mouth rising slightly.