"I have a golden finger, and I won't point anywhere!"

McGonagall pretended to utter a shameful incantation, then tapped it lightly on Chebman's brow.

The finger is in contact with the center of the eyebrow for less than a second.

McGonagall stepped back.

Chebman, on the other hand, closed his eyes.

Chebman felt a mysterious force suddenly rush into his mind, every step of McGonagall's previous operation, every paragraph she said began to appear in his mind, and some things that he had not understood before were actually solved and made easy to understand, and after a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, as if everything was already clear.

"Remember?" McGonagall asked with a smile.

"Well, I remember everything." Chebman nodded, looking at McGonagall's gaze with some surprise and admiration, he really couldn't understand why McGonagall tapped his eyebrows lightly with her fingers, and he had comprehended the dish thoroughly, as if he had made it many times himself.

"Do you really remember everything?" Ha Switzerland looked at Chebman with some suspicion, his big apprentice is good at everything, but he is slow to learn everything, not only slow to start, but also slow to run, the only thing worthy of praise is stability.

"Yes, Master." Chebman nodded again.

Harry knew that Chebman never lied, so he couldn't help but glance at McGonagall's finger with some suspicion, could this really be a golden finger? Learned a little bit? However, as a master, he naturally can't weaken his momentum at this time, and said with a smile: "Okay, since that's the case, then let's have a cooking duel between master and apprentice today, with husband and wife lung slices as the duel item, and my master as the referee, to see who makes husband and wife lung slices are more delicious." ”

"Yes." Chebman nodded respectfully and did not refuse.

"Since this is the case, then I will be the referee of this duel between the same door and the master and apprentice!"

"First! Absolutely no surprise! Second! Never miss a single bad thing! Third! The impartiality and beauty of the absolute referee! Referee McGonagall, come and see you! I'll be the judge of this matchup!" McGonagall raised her hand, but unfortunately she didn't run, so she had to withdraw her hand a little embarrassed, took two steps back, and gave up the venue to the Harsh master and apprentice, "Duel, start!" ”

"Master is really professional!" Both Ha Swiss and Chebman were a little sideways, but when they heard the duel begin, they officially started to go into cooking mode.

The first step is to prepare the ingredients and choose the spices needed for the marinade from hundreds of spice boxes, which is a great test of how serious you are and how much you know about these spices.

Ha Swiss looked at the spice box, fell into deep thought, just now his eyes clearly remembered, but now he couldn't remember which box McGonagall took the spices from, thought carefully for a while, and selected a few spices with obvious characteristics such as star anise, and the rest could only be carefully screened by smell.

On the other hand, Chebman grabbed all kinds of spices in the spice box at random and threw them into the pot one by one.

"Really?" Harswisse looked back and saw that Chebman had finished selecting the ingredients and began to prepare the beef and offal.

After a moment's hesitation, Harva poked his head to sneak a peek.

"Peek Warning!" McGonagall's serious voice rang out.

"Hehe, I'm just going to see if this kid is fooling around." Harsh retracted his head and smirked.

McGonagall was expressionless, but her eyes were fixed on Chebman, and he wanted to know what the effect of the golden finger was, and if it was true that there would be no point.

Harbrus used his sense of smell to select the spices, although the speed was a little slower, but he also selected each desired spice accurately, but by the time he had chosen, Chebman had already boiled the meat in the pot.

"Hey, this time the start is not slow at all, and it is a little surprisingly fast." Ha Switzerland was a little surprised, and became more and more curious about what McGonagall had just ordered for Chebman, and how it could have such a miraculous effect.

"Or is it that the master secretly made up lessons for the apprentice's apprentice behind his back?" Another thought rose in Haswis's heart, but he quickly ruled it out, and they didn't have time to commit the crime.

"I didn't expect that there would be a day when you need to be serious about it." Ha Switzerland sighed, his face also showed a bit of seriousness, carefully recalled the previous operation process of McGonagall, and began to cook step by step.

McGonagall stood quietly and watched, observing the details of the two cooking, but did not make a sound to correct them.

It can be seen that Chebman, who has been instructed by him, has done a very good job in the details, and his understanding of the dish of husband and wife lung slices is obviously quite profound.

With his amazing knife skills and decades of chef experience, Ha Switzerland also showed a strong comprehension and execution, and the details were impeccable, just because after all, he had only watched McGonagall's operation and explanation, and there would be some pauses in some steps.

"Slowly, give me your notes." Ha Swiss said to Chebman, his face did not blush and his heart did not beat: "I didn't forget Ha, I just confirmed a little, this is the most basic serious attitude as a chef, you have to learn hard." ”

"Yes, Master." Chebman handed the notebook to Ha Switzerland's hand with a look of instructiveness.

The corners of McGonagall's mouth twitched, believing in your evil, bad old man, very bad.

"This red oil should be added first...... Add this ......" Ha Swiss carefully flipped through the notebook made by Chebman, while on the other side, Chebman had already poured the boiled red oil into a large bowl for later use.

About half an hour later, Ha Switzerland poured the boiled red oil over the thinly sliced beef and beef offal, and a red-hot slice of the couple's lungs was complete.

On the other side, Chebman had already finished a few minutes early.

Ha Swiss glanced at the husband and wife lung tablets made by Chebman, the style is basically the same as his, after all, it is the apprentice he brought up, with a brute bull-like energy, sharpening the knife work for nearly twenty years, which is only one line worse than him.

"Why are you a little nervous? It shouldn't be. Harsh raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling his heart start to speed up a little.

It's okay to lose to McGonagall, after all, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky, but if you lose to the apprentice who you brought up, that feeling is a little subtle.

"The cooking is over, and now it's time for the tasting and judging." McGonagall snapped her fingers and motioned for the two contestants to bring their respective marital lung slices forward.

From the outside, there is almost no difference between the two husband and wife lung slices, and the delicate knife work makes the thickness of each slice of meat very uniform, rotating and swinging on the plate, like a blooming flower.

What surprised McGonagall a little was Chebman's knife work, a person who looked a little wooden, but the knife work was extremely delicate and moving, only slightly worse than Harbish, and the overall level should be above him.

"I'll try it." McGonagall picked up a pair of chopsticks and picked up a piece of beef from the Haws-Swiss plate.