"! system, there are people hanging here! ”

McGonagall was shocked for a long time, and then couldn't help but explode in her heart.

The wind elemental surrounded Phyllis's body, sifting through the spices and adding them to the large bowl in front of her, whether it was the spices that surrounded her body or the spices that floated in the air with the lid opened, everything looked like a miracle.

"If she's my host, it must be very worry-free." The system sighed leisurely.

McGonagall: "......"

Although I don't know what the effect is, Phyllislu's hand still calmed McGonagall, and ...... A little envious: "Sure enough, the mage looks more handsome than the swordsman!" ”

After five minutes, all the spices fell back into the spice bags, and the bottles and cans also gently fell back into place.

Phyllis looked at the brown thick sauce in the large bowl in front of her in surprise, and the slightest fragrance was already in her face, and it seemed to be no different from the bowl that McGonagall had prepared before.

"Is it done?" McGonagall walked into the kitchen, the mellow aroma of the sauce came to her nose, and when she sniffed it, she could feel the layers in the fragrance.

"Yes, judge." Phyllis looked at McGonagall a little nervously, and her little hands were already unconsciously pinching the hem of her skirt.

McGonagall stepped forward, and in the large porcelain white bowl, the brown sauce looked very thick, and after stirring, it left some swirling lines, which looked a bit like a milk cap, and it could be seen that the combination of various spices and spices was perfect.

"The fragrance is acceptable, and the shape is acceptable." McGonagall nodded, took a chopstick from the side, tapped it in the sauce, licked it with the tip of her tongue, and closed her eyes.

The flavor of soy sauce is synthesized by various spices to become more mellow, and at the same time, it also brings a richer sense of layering, and the rich fragrance is released, which is fascinating.

But...... Seems to be missing something?

McGonagall's brow furrowed slightly, and it had to be said that Phyllis was definitely a genius after just watching his demonstration and the specific amount of ingredients used to make this level of sauce.

After all, even after he got a perfect experience pack, the sauce he mixed for the first time was hard for him to swallow.

However, in this sauce that seemed to be very good, it made him feel strange, as if something was missing.

Phyllis looked at McGonagall with some apprehension, and when she saw him frowning, her heart suddenly rose to her throat.

Although she didn't expect to pass the first time, she was still a little nervous about being able to reach that level.

McGonagall didn't open her eyes, but licked her chopsticks again.

The kitchen was quiet enough to hear Phyllis's nervous breathing, and the ugly duckling lying on the counter looked up with some curiosity, and then collapsed on the table again, unable to arouse interest.

After five minutes of silence, McGonagall opened her eyes, put down her chopsticks, looked at Phyllis and said, "When you stir, do you also use magic?" ”

Phyllis hurriedly said, "Yes...... Yes, I use a small column of wind to rotate the sauce in the bowl so that the spices are completely integrated with the various spices, is there any problem? ”

"No wonder." A smile appeared on McGonagall's face, and Phyllis, who looked a little nervous, said, "The fusion of spices and spices is indeed perfect, but it loses the soul of this sauce. ”

"Lost your soul?" Phyllis was a little puzzled and a little frustrated.

McGonagall smiled when she saw Phyllis's face depressed; "It's very good to be able to do this level of blending for the first time, when I first blended it was far worse than this, the amount and order of spices and seasonings are very well controlled, there are almost no flaws and errors, and the control is good."

Phyllis's eyes lit up again.

McGonagall continued: "However, good cooking has a soul, precision is only the foundation, and some steps are not just to get the result, but to feel the changes in the dish with your hands to inject soul into a dish." ”

"So...... Should I give up magic and cook with my hands? Phyllis thought for himself.

"No, magician, your talent and advantages can give you precise control, which is an ability that many chefs dream of, how can you give it up." McGonagall shook her head with a smile, pointed to the sauce in front of her and said, "There is only one thing you need to improve, change the step of wind column stirring to manual mixing, use your hands to feel the change of this sauce, and feel the critical point of sauce fusion with your heart, and when you find that critical point, this sauce will be perfect." ”

"Although the wind column is good, the perfect blend does not mean that it is a perfect sauce, and only the chef's hands can feel this degree."

"Tipping Point...... ......" Phyllis thought for a while, her eyes lit up suddenly, and she suddenly understood where the feeling of harmony when she watched McGonagall cook came from, it was a fit, a fit between people and the pot, the food in the pot, it was a wonderful zero point.

And she is best at control, the slightest control over the ingredients and seasonings, and the pursuit of the ultimate perfect cooking process, but she has lost the fun and rhythm of silence.

McGonagall's words were like a beam of light that made her find her way.

Rigor is a chef's attitude, but the chef's dedication to a dish is the soul of the dish.

McGonagall glanced at Phyllis's eyes and smiled, "You can try again." Then he turned and walked out of the kitchen.

"It's not even enough, it's not good."

"The top is clear and the bottom is thick, no."

"Nope."

……

McGonagall sat at the table, savoring a slice of sauce from Phyllis before making a brief comment.

Although she has been denied, Phyllis is not agitated, and soon returns to the kitchen for the next blend.

Time flew by, and McGonagall glanced at the clock on the wall, it was time to start preparing for the evening again, and was about to get up, when Phyllis came out with a bowl of sauce and placed it in front of McGonagall, her expression calm, but the expectation in her eyes could not be hidden.

McGonagall looked over at the sauce, a thick tan sauce that was evenly colored, and a rich flavor of the sauce hit her face.

Pick up the chopsticks and order the sauce, then lick it with the tip of your tongue.

"This taste!"

McGonagall's eyes lit up suddenly, and the plump and round sauce bloomed on the tip of her tongue, bringing an incomparably mellow taste, and the various spices and seasonings were blended just right, with a clear sense of layering, and the aftertaste was endless.

"This time...... Is it also a failure? Phyllis asked, a little nervous.

"No, this time it's perfect." McGonagall put down her chopsticks and looked at Phyllis as if she were a jewel.