McGonagall explained to Phyllis while continuing to visit the beef shop, Phyllis listened attentively, she was completely accustomed to the taste and scene of the vegetable market, and she would ask two questions if she didn't understand, and McGonagall answered them one by one.

After visiting five beef shops in a row, McGonagall only bought two pieces of beef brain meat that suited him, and said with a smile: "It's good to be able to find two pieces in the vegetable market at noon, but it's enough to practice your hands." ”

"When is the best time to come to the market?" Phyllis asked curiously.

McGonagall smiled and replied, "Naturally, it's the best morning, when the ingredients are the freshest." But the real connoisseurs come in the early hours of the morning, when these bosses have just started their work, and they can see what a whole cow looks like and how it is in condition, and it is certainly best to take the freshly slaughtered ingredients and store them for later use. ”

"Little brother is also an expert, the vegetable market has just turned on in the early morning, and the people in charge of purchasing those large and small restaurants are guarding outside, the cow has not been killed, someone has set the part first, such as kidneys, these good things, if you don't hurry up, you really can't buy them." The owner of the beef shop on the side said with a smile.

"Do you need to come to the vegetable market in the early hours of the morning for a fresh ingredient......" Phyllis felt a little incredible, looking at McGonagall's eyes with more and more admiration, with McGonagall's attitude towards food, there must be him among those people.

"Ingredients are the foundation of a dish, and even if a chef can make delicious food with inferior ingredients, the dish must be imperfect in his mind." McGonagall nodded.

"Do you mean high-priced, very precious ingredients?" Phyllis said again.

McGonagall shook her head slightly and said: "Excellent ingredients are not chasing price and cherishing, it is meaningless to put phoenix eggs in the egg fried rice made by ordinary people, for a restaurant, suitable is more important than precious, in the positioning of the restaurant, looking for the best ingredients at this price is the basic ability of an excellent chef." ”

"Positioning the best ingredients at the price......" Phyllis realized.

There are many varieties of vegetables in the vegetable market, such as radish, cabbage, and greens, such as common vegetables, such as lion's head cabbage and overlord vegetables...... Such vegetables that are unique to another world also opened his eyes, but for a while he didn't think about what vegetables were suitable.

The system's sentence 'if you don't have the conditions to create conditions, you have to go on' has made it very clear, and he can only rely on himself for the first place on the vegetable list.

The system probably wants to test his originality.

Dancing in women's clothes at the door of the restaurant is such a shameful thing, he still can't do it.

McGonagall has all the vegetable varieties in mind, and after going back, I will think about whether there are any dishes that I have eaten before, whether there is anything that can be done, there is no systematic bonus, and there is still pressure.

"Go back, if you can't make a qualified sauce today, you won't need these two pieces of beef." McGonagall buys a few spices at the spice stall and takes Phyllis back to the restaurant.

"Are you sure you want to be a chef?" McGonagall put on her apron and asked as she stopped at the kitchen door, looking back at Phyllis as she tied her apron.

Phyllis was slightly stunned, then nodded solemnly.

"Very good, I hope you can become a good chef as soon as possible, so that you can become a regular in advance and double your salary." McGonagall said with a smile and went straight into the kitchen.

"The control of the heat of the barbecue beef skewers requires constant contact and then slowly finds the feeling, and before that, the most critical step is the preparation of the sauce."

"Sauce is the soul of yakiniku beef skewers, anyone can grill beef skewers, but if you eat yakished beef skewers in a hundred places, there are 100 flavors, and the difference is in this sauce, so a good sauce will determine the height of your yakitori."

McGonagall put the new spices out in turn and looked at Phyllis.

"So how should the sauce be prepared?" Phyllis looked at McGonagall a little nervously, she didn't expect to start teaching so soon.

"There are three flavors of the sauce I make, namely: spicy, sauce and garlic, and the beef skewers currently sold in the restaurant are also these three flavors, which can cover the tastes of most customers." McGonagall smiled, "Of course, if you can make more interesting flavors in the future, and you can get the approval of the guests, of course, you can do that, but now you need to follow me to learn how to make these three flavors of sauce and get a deep understanding of all the spices." ”

"Okay." Phyllis nodded, she rarely added spices to her cooking, at most a little salt, so she didn't know about those spices that exude strange aromas.

McGonagall put the beef in the fridge and explained the spices to Phyllis.

Of course, the chef's best teacher is naturally the tongue and nose, and after chewing dozens of peppercorns, the red-faced Phyllis has a deep understanding of what spicy is.

McGonagall set Phyllis a sauce-scented sauce for Phyllis at noon this day, and after explaining in detail the order in which each spice was added, the amount to be added, and the time interval between them, McGonagall went straight out of the kitchen and handed the stage to Phyllis.

McGonagall had been working tirelessly for dozens of days in the Chef's Proving Ground in order to create a sauce that would satisfy the system, so he didn't have much hope that Phyllis would make a sauce that would satisfy him in one afternoon.

After taking a pen and paper and putting it on the table, and pouring herself another pot of tea, McGonagall sat leisurely, and sure enough, it was much cooler to sit outside than to stand inside.

McGonagall soon began to think about the vegetables she had eaten in her previous life that stuck with him.

"Sour and hot shredded potatoes, braised bamboo shoots in oil, boiled cabbage in sauce, and golden corn ......" floated through McGonagall's mind, and indeed many of them brought him surprises, but he was not so confident that he could beat all the restaurants in Aden Square and reach the top of the vegetable list.

"Which one should I choose?" McGonagall was thinking, undecided, when she suddenly glanced up at the kitchen, her eyes widening.

In the kitchen, spices flew up from the bag, connected in a line, and circled around Phyllis quickly, like a ribbon, which was very magical.

A pale cyan light enveloped Phyllis's body, and her eyes were closed as if she were meditating.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes.

Spices flew out of the ribbon and landed precisely in the bowl in front of her, the soy sauce bottle floated up, the lid opened automatically, and then poured a little, more bottles and jars opened, and all kinds of spices and spices were added to the bowl in an orderly manner.

McGonagall: "......"

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