The most important thing to make a delicious soup is the heat, which brings out the flavor of the bones without making the soup too thick.

It's not just about time, it's about experience.

Rena stood by and watched as McGonagall processed the bones and how she threw in the spices she needed at the right time, remembering them one by one.

Somewhat unexpectedly, apart from a small amount of cooking wine and ginger, McGonagall did not add too many spices and spices, and the bones were not chopped off, but were made of large whole bones.

"The purer the bone broth, the better, this will determine the most basic taste of your hot pot, and the use of whole bones is to prevent unnecessary risks of broken bones during the soup process, now cover the lid and simmer for four hours, and the soup is done." McGonagall closed the lid on the cauldron, took a small pot from the side and put it on the stovetop, took a few small bones from the refrigerator, looked at Rena and said, "Do you want to try it?" ”

"Now?" Rena was slightly stunned, she just watched McGonagall do it again, and McGonagall just let her do it?

"I think you can do a good job." McGonagall nodded, giving up the position of the cooktop.

Looking at McGonagall's trusting gaze, Rena hesitated for a moment, but chose to take a few steps forward, closed her eyes, remembered what McGonagall had done, and her own understanding, and quickly opened her eyes and picked up a bone.

Although the bone was only a joint, it was thicker than the usual pig bones, and the porcelain-white bone had some bright red minced meat stuck to the surface.

Although it is raw meat, it does not have the slightest unpleasant smell of meat, but exudes a slight fragrance.

"Curious bones, what kind of pig bones are these?" Rena thought to herself with some curiosity, she rarely buys meat, and occasionally goes to the market to buy a bone for her mother to make soup when she gets off work in the evening, which are all bare bones that can't even be seen in the meat foam, and after the boss gets acquainted with her, they are all half-given and half-sold to her.

Wash the bones, marinate them simply, put them in a pot with cold water and bring them to a boil over high heat......

A series of steps in an orderly manner, treat this big kitchen as if it were your own small kitchen, and strive to do the best.

McGonagall nodded slightly, as he expected, Rena was no newcomer to cooking, and was a very good learner.

What's even more commendable is that she did not learn mechanically, and has her own habits and ideas in some operations.

These details are the habits left over from long-term cooking, and for one chef, they are also unique to other chefs.

"The removal of minced meat should be done more cleanly, and there should be no meat in the hot pot of the guests, which may cause trouble for some guests."

"Also, the bone broth foam should be removed more thoroughly, and the controllable loss of the soup is to get a more delicate and rich soup, and a little foam may not make the soup taste as good as I wanted." McGonagall said as she looked at Rena.

"But wouldn't that be a waste?" Rena hesitated.

McGonagall glanced at the minced flesh that he had shaved off the big bones and shook her head, "As a chef, it's not a good thing to get stuck with getting the most out of all the ingredients in one dish. Different parts of the ingredients are used in different dishes, and clever combinations and selections can collide with wonderful flavors. And the general pot of messy stew, that is the lowest cooking method. ”

"Matching and Choice......" Rena thought for a moment, feeling as if a door had suddenly been opened in her mind, and her imagination, limited by poverty, broke free from the cage and flew to a higher place.

"Getting the right ingredients in the right place is what a good chef should do." McGonagall looked at Rena with a smile, "It's okay, you'll get it all over time." ”

"yes, I see." Rena nodded, looked at her small pot again and said, "Then this pot of soup ......"

"Throw it out and start over." McGonagall had already regained a few bones and placed them on the cutting board.

"Dumped?" Rena was slightly startled, these are the best bones, she has never seen such bones in the vegetable market, because of her own mistakes, is it going to be wasted like this? “

"Yes." McGonagall nodded, not negotiating.

Rena turned off the heat with a stiff movement, and walked towards the dishwasher with the soup pot, although it had only been boiled for a while, the aroma of the meat had overflowed, and the white soup only needed to be boiled for a few more hours, it was a delicious broth.

And because of her mistake, such a pot of precious bone broth was about to be thrown away, and Rena's eyes were full of regret.

Walking to the dishwasher, Rena held the soup pot, but did not pour the soup into the sink for a long time.

McGonagall looked at Rena quietly, Rena does have a good cooking foundation, although it belongs to the wild road, but with a little adjustment, she should soon be able to move towards the norm.

Compared to the operation, Rena's biggest problem is still the mindset, or the cooking mindset of most housewives in this world, the right trade-offs are the cornerstone of making delicious food, and if she can't reverse this thinking, she will never become a qualified chef.

What the system asks of him, he will ask Rena to the same standard, which is the basic respect for the guest.

He wanted to see Rena make her own decisions.

Standing by the sink and hesitating for a while, Rena turned to look at McGonagall, looked at McGonagall earnestly, and said, "Boss, I know my problem." But it's a shame that this pot of soup is thrown away like this, can I take her home? ”

"It's a failure, and I've never let a failure get out of my kitchen." McGonagall shook her head, a hint of disappointment.

"However, it is I who did the wrong, there is nothing wrong with this pot of soup itself, and instead of pouring it into the pool, why can't it be allowed to fulfill its due value?" Rena looked at McGonagall with some confusion, her eyes slightly reddened.

"Rena, failure is not a terrible thing, you know where you fall, and then you can get back up and move on, but when you fail, you always have to pay some price, don't you?" McGonagall frowned slightly, the girl seemed more persistent than he thought.

"If there is a cost, can it be exchanged for another punishment? My mother told me from a young age that I couldn't waste food, and I grew up in awe of food, and I couldn't accept that I would waste such precious food and pour it into the sink because of my poor cooking skills. Rena shook her head, tears already rolling in her eyes, pursing her lips as she tried to restrain herself.