Constantly cooking, and then overthrowing, McGonagall always maintained a serious attitude, and was not in the slightest discouraged by the system's poisonous comments.

"Amy will definitely like to eat this yellow stew**, you can eat a lot of meat." McGonagall thought to herself, her hand movements becoming smoother.

As the time passed on the wall, McGonagall's expression became calmer and calmer, holding the spoon in one hand and the pot in the other, as if she had blended in perfectly with them, and her movements were smooth and harmonious.

Turn off the heat, take out the pot, a golden and dazzling in the light, and the fragrant yellow braised chicken rice was put on the washing table with a brighter light by McGonagall with a relaxed expression, and then put a bowl of moonshine fragrant rice with just perfect moisture next to it, and said with a smile: "System, what about this time?" ”

The golden chicken nuggets are evenly colored, there is no blemish on the surface, the potatoes are ripe and not scattered, the lettuce is still tender and green, the green and red peppers are dotted with green peppers, and the golden red and translucent soup reflects the light shadow, without the slightest greasy feeling.

The air is filled with the rich aroma of chicken and shiitake mushrooms, and just looking at it makes you want to swallow.

According to the host's requirements for yellow braised chicken rice, the following three points are determined:

A soup, the soup is red and bright, the taste is glutinous, the old way is mellow, oily but not greasy. , endless aftertaste - achieved!

The second-grade meat, golden color, smooth and tender meat, fresh and delicious, after swallowing, the lips and teeth are fragrant - achieved!

Sanpin rice, rich aroma, strong and tough, sweet taste - achieved!

The three requirements were met at the same time, and the host was happy with the host, and successfully learned how to make yellow braised chicken rice and completed the task. The voice of the system rang out.

"But that's it." McGonagall pouted, a sense of accomplishment arose, although it felt as if the system had not finished speaking, but she didn't pay attention to it, glanced at the time on the wall, eighty days had passed, and the pursuit of perfection in details was indeed the most time-consuming and energy-consuming.

"The host has ten minutes to taste this braised chicken rice, and after ten minutes they will be sent out of the Kitchen God Proving Ground." The sound of the system rang out again.

"Huh? How is it so good this time? McGonagall raised her eyebrows, a little surprised, he used to ask the system to give him a little time to eat a few bites, but he didn't expect that this time the system would take the initiative to let McGonagall sit down and eat slowly.

The system did not answer, and there was silence.

"Okay, it's so hard to make the perfect yellow stewed chicken, of course, you have to taste the first one yourself." McGonagall muttered to herself, took a spoon and a pair of chopsticks from the cupboard next to her, and picked up a piece of chicken first, the chicken evenly cut into a diamond shape can perfectly absorb the flavor of the seasoning and soup, and the golden surface is dyed with a layer of red and bright soup, and slowly feed it to her mouth.

As soon as she took her mouth, McGonagall's eyes lit up, and the soup wrapped around the chicken nuggets contained a rich aroma of chicken soup and mushrooms, and the wonderful taste made the taste buds that had been silent for a long time usher in a carnival in an instant, as if they were suddenly caught in the package of chicken soup and shiitake mushrooms.

Gently bite into the chicken, the meat is very tender, a little more chewy than the cooked braised meat, but it does not show the old and firewood at all, the flavor of seasoning and shiitake mushrooms has perfectly penetrated into the meat, the fresh taste has gone up to a level, after swallowing, the lips and teeth are fragrant.

"The taste is superb, the taste is excellent, and the taste is excellent!" McGonagall looked at the yellow stewed chicken in front of her with bright eyes, and although she made it herself, she couldn't help but praise it.

Pick up the spoon with the left hand and scoop a spoonful of soup and drink, the fresh fragrance of the chicken soup is enhanced to the extreme by this superb shiitake mushroom, one bite down, only to feel that the pores of the whole body are opened, warm nourishing the whole body, the whole body is comfortable.

Finally, scoop up a spoonful of rice, there is a small moon in each crystal rice, exuding a faint fragrance, feeding it to the mouth, the taste is a little tough, and after biting the small moon, the fragrance is more intense, and the more you chew, the sweeter it is, and the taste is excellent!

"It's so delicious!" McGonagall has chopsticks in one hand, a spoon in the other, a mouthful of yellow stewed chicken, a mouthful of rice, can't stop at all, and the taste of the side dishes is also excellent, especially the shiitake mushrooms, after fully absorbing the chicken soup, the entrance is smooth and the aroma is permeable.

After eating half a bowl of rice, McGonagall picked up a casserole bowl and poured half of the soup into the rice bowl, stirring well, and it turned into soup and rice.

One spoonful, as if you see the true meaning of life, this is the correct way to open yellow braised chicken rice!

After eating one bowl, McGonagall added another bowl of rice, and when both bowls were completely empty, she put down her spoon and chopsticks contentedly, and burped with a happy expression.

In a flash of light, McGonagall was pushed out of the Kitchen God Proving Ground, but this time McGonagall did not open her eyes, but chose to continue sleeping, and this portion of yellow braised chicken rice was too satisfying.

At five o'clock the next day, McGonagall was woken up by the alarm clock, reached out to turn off the alarm clock, McGonagall sat up refreshed, glanced at Amy, who was still asleep, and then fell to the side of the bed, and struggled to grasp the edge of the bed with two small paws to prevent herself from falling.

It turns out that this little guy falls like this every day? McGonagall looked a little confused.

"Meow~" The ugly duckling turned his head to McGonagall for help, but as soon as he screamed, he fell to the ground with a snap, and lay on his back on the ground, unable to look at the sky.

"Why don't you get yourself a cot?" McGonagall got up from the bed, reached out and scooped up the ugly duckling, and said with a smile that this little guy was kicked out of bed by Amy every day, and it was really pitiful.

The ugly duckling looked at Amy, and then at McGonagall, hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head, pointed at Amy with his little paws, and opened his mouth to "meow~" and called twice.

"Well, that's your decision." McGonagall smiled helplessly, but it still felt warm about the choice of the ugly duckling.

Amy abused it a thousand times, and it treated her like the first time she saw it, probably just the one that broke the shell.

Putting the ugly duckling next to Amy, Amy turned over, naturally hugged it in her arms, and muttered: "Ugly duckling, where did you go......"

The ugly duckling licked her little hands, found a comfortable position to nest, and closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

McGonagall covered the two little ones with the little quilt, and lightly took a clean dress to wash, the delicious taste of yesterday's bowl of braised chicken rice made him unforgettable, and today he naturally wanted to make another taste, after all, yesterday she promised Amy to make her a delicious meal with a lot of meat.

Thinking of the little guy happily eating the braised chicken, McGonagall's mood also became happy, and she went downstairs towards the kitchen, but suddenly stopped at the kitchen door.

"System, did you forget something?" McGonagall asked tentatively as she looked at the lone Chinese kitchen knife on the knife stand, and the stove that was the same as last night.

"Not really." The system replied calmly.

"What about my knife? Where's my pot? Where's my big chicken leg? McGonagall pulled open the door to the refrigerator, and there was no big chicken leg in it.

"Congratulations to the host, the triple question has triggered a new mission! Ask the host to capture a wild flamingo within twenty-four hours! Note that it's a personal captive, not a purchase! Reward for mission success: A kitchen knife in Phnom Penh! Unlock the ingredients and utensils needed for the braised chicken. Mission Failure Penalty: -0.5 Physical Fitness Points. The voice of the system rang out.