Phil, who felt good about himself, was in an inexplicable good mood, humming an unknown minor tune, and staggered behind Blair towards the kitchen.

Now that the dish is there, is the meat still far away?

Smoked ham and the like that are always available at home are not considered at all, as long as fresh raw meat.

You can have a little chicken, but the pork meat must be fat, Catherine doesn't like to eat it, but it is his favorite.

Then have some ground dragon meat, the meat is delicate, the juice is rich, the taste is very chewy, and it is best to accompany it with a fish.

There is no doubt that the earth dragon meat is a veritable dragon meat, and there are really dragons in this world, but the appearance is closer to the big lizards or ancient dinosaurs of the Western world in the previous life.

Wendisaurus is a kind of wurm more than 2 meters long and 1.5 meters high, mostly dark gray and dark brown, because of its gentle personality and strong body, it is widely bred on this continent.

Whether it is used as a helper for farmland work or a source of meat, it is an indispensable high-quality economic livestock, and is deeply loved by the people.

If you really can't imagine it, you can think of it as a cow, but without horns.

They also have a close relative, the Beast Disaurus, which is much larger than the Wendisaurus, with males usually more than 3 meters long and nearly 2 meters tall, with thick limbs and muscular muscles.

Unlike the Wendisaurus, despite its similar appearance, the Beast Dragons are irritable, aggressive, and wearing thick armor and a single horn on their heads, making them a rare offensive mount suitable for the Ward cavalry.

In the same way, it can be understood as a hybrid of rhinoceros and ceratosaurus.

Both stamina and explosiveness are extremely strong, with the only drawback being a slightly slower running speed and difficulty taming compared to several other mature mounts.

The knife was also in Phil's plan, and his knife skills in his previous life were quite good, and he has always been the king of the family with the ability to cut extremely thin and well-proportioned shredded potatoes.

But looking at the kitchen knife as huge as the lid on the board, Phil consciously gave up his intention to do it himself.

Of course, even if he wants to do it, it is estimated that Aunt Mia, the boss of the kitchen, will not agree.

Mia's knife work completely suppressed Phil.

The huge blade of the blade swung effortlessly in Mia's hand as if it were weightless.

The knife is skillful and exquisite, flying up and down, like a big butterfly with iron blue, dancing.

In the blink of an eye, slices of meat that were so thin that they were almost transparent, neatly stacked layer after layer on the prepared large plate.

made Phil, who was still eager to try, completely dumbfounded, and watched Mia's performance with his mouth open, and didn't dare to say a word.

Originally, he wanted to get some ice cubes or something, and it would be easier to freeze the meat first, and then slice it after the meat was slightly hard.

But the scene in front of him made him realize that the masters were all in the people, and he was too shallow.

Mia wielded the huge kitchen knife with full concentration, and seemed to have reached the realm of the unity of the knife and the man.

She was quite proud to be able to stop the little fat man.

Of course, there must be an element of intentionality in it.

If it's just for a uniform thickness, a slower effect is better.

But who made her feel that she had lost face in front of the whole family, especially the hostess Catherine, when she was experimenting with sesame oil before.

As a professional chef ranked third in Luoma Town, she didn't know that the most ordinary weeds could be made into spices.

Therefore, the blade in front of Mia was almost invisible, and the cold wind was gusting and murderous.

As the sun gradually hid its figure, the evening breeze cooled down, and finally it was time for dinner.

In the brightly lit dining room, Catherine sat at the table in a light chrysanthemum loungewear.

However, on the table, there were still only a few empty dishes, and there were no dishes.

Catherine turned her head to look at Campbell's butler with an inquiring gaze, and the butler explained that tonight's meal had all been prepared by Phil.

Catherine rolled her beautiful green eyes and looked in the direction of the kitchen, the corners of her mouth curled up, as if she wanted to laugh, but she felt that something was wrong, and pressed down.

She didn't speak, just groped her fingers for the corner of the tablecloth, and waited silently to see what surprise her little son had prepared for her, or what kind of demon he had done.

Several maids lined up, each holding something in their hands, and the leader was his fat son, and even he took the time to change into a slightly formal set of clothes, and smeared a little oil?

......

Phil took the lead in standing on a small stool in front of the table, with one hand behind his back, directing the maid to place her things in the designated position on the table, and introducing Catherine in an authentic imperial accent.

"This is the container for cooking tonight, and because it is cooked with the heat of a charcoal fire, I named it hot pot.

Time is too short, it may not be perfect, after listening to your suggestions, I will continue to correct it. Phil explained, pointing to a large pot like a wide mouth in the middle, in a modest and sincere tone.

It wasn't until it was almost time to start the meal that he remembered that there was no hot pot in this world, and he needed to prepare it now.

But he doesn't know if there is copper in this world, and he can't recognize it even if he sees it.

So in a hurry, I had to choose the pot that most resembled a pot in the kitchen as a substitute.

Fortunately, charcoal is a common thing at home, after all, barbecue is the most mainstream food in this world.

The dark red smokeless charcoal glowed brightly flame, and the hot pot on top was already boiling to a boil.

The milky white soup was tumbling and jumping in the yellow pot, steaming a hot steam.

"Fish soup?" Catherine sniffed.

"You are old and wise, you use hoarfrost fish stored in the cold storage and simmer for an hour.

The flesh and bones are then removed and strained through a muslin cloth, leaving only this soup as a base.

It is also carefully blended with several different spices and herbs. Phil put on a look of surprise and praise, and gave Catherine a thumbs up, full of doglegs.

Smack, back kill came as promised.

"Who's old?" Catherine's tone was noticeably raised, and now that she had become a mother, she had become much more sensitive to the topic of age.

Then I thought that my son had been preparing for a day, no matter whether the things were good or not, this heart was always rare, so I was embarrassed to rub it gently in the position where I had hit.

But it feels better and better, Catherine sighed.

Phil was obviously used to Catherine's sneak attack, and even his expression did not change, and continued to introduce the dishes.

"All three are meat. Honey pork slices, fat and thin, soft and smooth, shabu will melt the excess oil in the soup, there is no greasy feeling at all, only sweet. ”

Phil pointed to a plate of red and white slices of meat, which were adorned with an unknown purple wildflower.

"This plate is a sliced piece of Wendilong's meat, and the most tender part of Wendilong's ribs is selected.

You pay attention to the color of this meat, ruddy but not gaudy, the fat layer dotted inside is like a snowflake, the most tender, and the taste is delicate.

I've asked Aunt Mia, this kind of tenderloin on a Wendi dragon can hold less than four plates at most, and it's all the essence. ”

"And this plate is a treasure in our Luoma Lake, a Dufei fish known for its tight meat, strong taste and elasticity.

The taste is rich in layers and nutrients, this season is most suitable for noble and charming women like you, warm and nourishing, replenishing qi and blood, and beautifying the skin. ”

Phil introduced with his ruddy little mouth open, blurting out sycophants as if he didn't want money, and he looked like he was fascinated and didn't pay for his life.

The chicken still didn't make it to the table in the end, and Phil felt too firewood and the fiber was too coarse for simmering.

Catherine was fooled by her little fat son, her face was red and bright under the hot steam fumigation of the hot pot, and her big green eyes narrowed into a slit with joy.

A few kinds of vegetables were also introduced, and various colors of vegetables and mushrooms were skillfully matched, arranged in the shape of flowers, and placed in a large white flower basket, which looked beautiful and generous, and increased the appetite when looking at it.

When it comes to the final highlight and the protagonist of tonight's hot pot, it's time for the seasoning.

Phil pointed to the dishes placed in front of Catherine, explaining their purpose.

"This is a mixing bowl, you can put in whatever flavor of seasoning you like.

There's sugar, salt, ...... The juice of parsley and chicken bone grass grinding, and so on.

But I would like to recommend tonight's essence, sesame oil.

That is, after the daytime test, the one with the best taste. ”

After receiving a nod from Catherine, the little fat man opened a small jar and poured all the orange sauce into the fish soup.