"What mission is the host talking about?" The system asked rhetorically, and seemed a little confused.

"It's just that I'm going to enter the Kitchen God Proving Ground now, shouldn't I issue a task to learn how to make bacon and meat buns in one night, and then give a task reward?" McGonagall looked right.

"Now there is no task release in this system, please choose the behavior of the host independently." The system replied calmly.

"If there is no reward, then I will not be happy to learn." McGonagall acted a little indifferent.

"After the experience pack is opened, the Kitchen God Proving Ground will disappear after twenty-four hours, so please feel free to host." The system is also indifferent.

"Oh, this system has grown?" McGonagall raised an eyebrow, and was actually scolded, is this a rebellion from the system?

Looking at the twenty-four-hour countdown that appeared on the door of the Kitchen God Proving Ground, McGonagall didn't bother to talk nonsense with the system, and directly pushed the door open with her consciousness, and then just like last time, all her spirit was swept away, and when she opened her eyes again, she was already in that closed kitchen.

McGonagall looked left and right, and in the corner of the stove appeared a large circular oven, made of silver stainless steel, an electric grill, similar to a traditional charcoal grill, but more simpler.

"This stove can bake at least fifteen baiji buns, which is really much faster than making Yangzhou fried rice." McGonagall walked over and opened the lid to look at it, nodding in satisfaction.

There was also a spice box at hand, and McGonagall opened it to see that bay leaves, cinnamon, and ingredients were ...... All the spices you need for braised pork are available.

There were several large bags of flour in the cupboard, half a cabinet of pork belly in the refrigerator, and a small pile of ribs.

"Well, it's time to show my true culinary skills." McGonagall washed her hands and wiped them clean, took a large piece of pork belly from the refrigerator, washed it and cut it into 15 cm long and 10 cm wide pieces, and put it in a large vat with various spices to marinate.

This marinating time takes more than a day, but after all, it is in the kitchen space, so this time is automatically erased, and the marinating is completed after five minutes, put the marinated meat into the pot, add various spices and seasonings, boil over high heat to remove the foam, and then turn to low heat and boil for two hours, so that a piece of cured meat is completed.

In the process of boiling, McGonagall also began her first experience of working with flour.

After tens of thousands of practices in Yangzhou fried rice, McGonagall's knife skills are enough to cope with 80% of the situation in the kitchen, but kneading dough is different, not only technical work, but also physical work.

Although the system will fix him every hour to recover his strength, but kneading the dough is too strenuous, and after more than ten minutes, he basically has to rest for a while before he can continue.

After kneading the dough, put it aside for half an hour, then pull out a small dough, and then stretch it into long thin strips one by one, smear it with agarwood oil, sprinkle it with a little salt and pepper, then roll it up and press it into a cake shape, and then roll it out into a circle with a rolling pin, so that the raw dough embryo is ready.

Turn on the oven on the side, preheat it, put the cake on the baking plate to bake, and then stand on the wall of the oven until it is baked.

McGonagall took a roasted white bun from the oven and looked at it, because the first time she did it, the shape was a little crooked, and it was a little cracked, so it was not very successful.

The braised pork is almost good, open the lid, the aroma of the braised meat comes to the face, the light brown braised meat looks good, but a few pieces are scattered, and it needs to be improved.

remembered the meat bun I ate in Xi'an in my previous life, and the comments and requests I wrote on Weibo later have now become requirements for myself, and my expression suddenly became a little weird.

Sure enough, the retribution was unpleasant, and it was all on himself.

I don't know when I want to make that kind of meat bun.

McGonagall then began to make the cured meat buns in a somewhat monotonous way, but with the experience of the last time, he was now so relieved that he didn't feel uneasy about staying in the closed kitchen for a long time.

I don't know how many times I did it, but when the time countdown on the wall pointed to 335 days, McGonagall skillfully took out a white Ji Bao from the oven, and with a thin knife in her hand lightly slashed on the edge, a hole appeared, and a piece of bacon meat was taken out of the pot on the side and put on the cutting board to chop it with a kitchen knife, all of which were stuffed into the mouth of Bai Ji Bao, and then poured a small spoon of cured meat, and a steaming bacon meat sandwich was completed.

"System, it should be okay this time, right?" McGonagall asked, expectantly.

"According to the host's past life review requirements:

1. Meaty, thin without residue, fat without greasy - achieved;

2 steamed white, crispy skin and tender inside, empty center, iron ring edge in appearance, chrysanthemum heart - achieved;

3. It tastes fragrant, crispy, and fluffy, and it is full of oil when you bite into it.

Congratulations to the host for meeting the three requirements for the cured meat bun, successfully mastering the practice of the cured meat bun, unlocking the right to purchase the ingredients required for the cured meat bun, and unlocking the required kitchenware use permission. The voice of the system rang out.

"Perfect." McGonagall opened her mouth directly and took a bite of the meat bun in her hand, the crunchy white bun became a little soft after being soaked in the gravy, and after the fat but not greasy braised meat was bitten, the delicious preserved sauce overflowed, and when he took a bite, his mouth was full of oil, so he couldn't help but close his eyes, this feeling was too satisfying.

As soon as she swallowed a mouthful of meat in her mouth, McGonagall opened her eyes from the bed, her mouth moving, and it was tasteless.

Remembering the delicious gravy that kept hitting her taste buds, she suddenly lost her sleepiness, and gently turned on the bedside lamp, and McGonagall glanced at the time, it was 12:00 p.m.

It only took thirty days to enter the Chef God Proving Ground this time, and most of the time was spent practicing making Bai Ji Bao, so in reality, only two hours had passed.

got up and put on her shoes, McGonagall changed into a chef's uniform, turned off the lights lightly, and went downstairs into the kitchen, sure enough, there was an oven in the corner of the stove, spices and seasonings and other things were also prepared, and the refrigerator that was originally stuffed with all kinds of ingredients for Yangzhou fried rice now has a separate area full of pork belly, and the layout is the same as in the Kitchen God Proving Ground.

McGonagall took an apron from the side and tied it, then took out two large pieces of pork belly from the refrigerator, washed it, cut it into pieces, and marinated it in a large vat with various spices and spices.

After all, in reality, the system will not help him directly omit the pickling step, although one night is a little worse than the expected time, but tomorrow morning it should be able to be used, you can make Amy an authentic bacon and meat sandwich for breakfast.

Thinking about Amy's appearance of happily eating the meat sandwich bun, the smile on McGonagall's face became brighter.