"Huh? A bottle of black pepper for 10 gold coins? System, you're taking advantage of the fire, aren't you? McGonagall raised her eyebrows, and suddenly felt that the system was issuing a task at this time, which seemed to have a deep meaning.

"Kouhu, is this the system like this?"

The system was obviously a little irritated by McGonagall's words, and said with some pride: "This black pepper is produced on the island of Sisilan in the Devil's Islands, which is only a thousand square meters in size, and the area suitable for black pepper cultivation is less than half of the island's area. This system selects and cultivates Kampot pepper native to Cambodia to produce Kampot No. 2 with better quality.

The special climate and mineral-rich soil of the island of Sisilan give black pepper a special flavor that can be used in cooking. Moreover, black pepper is originally known as black gold, and in this world, the price of black pepper is much higher than gold, 10 gold coins a bottle, which is already a friendship price. ”

After listening to the introduction of the system, McGonagall was a little more acceptable to this price, good ingredients can afford the high price, and the bill is also a guest anyway, but he still asked with some curiosity: "There are also black peppers in this world?" ”

"Black pepper is a luxury in this world, and the extremely harsh growing conditions, as well as the inconvenient transportation, allow every wild black pepper to be sold for a high price in the market, and even some high-end restaurants may not be able to receive much black pepper." The system replied.

"System, if we sell black pepper, this is completely a profiteering industry." McGonagall's eyes lit up, the more scarce things, the more expensive they are, and the key is that the market is not small.

"Host, you have to remember who you are at all times! As a candidate for the god of cooking, don't you feel ashamed to think about selling vegetables every day? The system said with some hatred that iron is not made of steel.

"Then you have a food system, and you are very proud of selling black silk every day?" McGonagall rolled her eyes, glanced at Beate, who was quickly preparing other side dishes, didn't bother to continue arguing with the system, and said directly: "Okay, I want a bottle of black pepper, be low-key when you send it over, and pass it directly to my pocket." ”

"Ding! 10 gold coins have been deducted! A bottle of black pepper has been delivered. ”

McGonagall glanced down at the suddenly bulging crotch of her pants, her expression was slightly strange, and she roared in her mind, "System, I said it's pockets!" Not the crotch! You fucking pervert! ”

"Sorry, the teleportation location is a little off." Some apologetic voices rang out in the system.

McGonagall only felt a chill in the crotch of her pants, and then the pocket next to her bulged, and her expression was more natural, but fortunately no one noticed the change, otherwise she would probably be labeled as a pervert.

Reaching out and taking the vial of black pepper out of her pocket and placing it on the table, McGonagall counted all the necessary side dishes and spices, took off her crisp black suit and handed it to the waiter next to her, unfastened the cufflinks and rolled it up twice, reaching out and holding a flat kitchen knife on the knife holder.

"This guy is so fancy, Chef Beate is almost ready, he hasn't started yet."

"yes, it doesn't feel like he's a chef, can he really make good food?"

The guests watched as McGonagall whispered, most of whom were not optimistic about him.

"Heh, this guy is scared." Cyril sneered and looked at McGonagall, this duel was unexpected, but he was still very willing to see it if it could make this guy he hated deflated and pay the price of a restaurant.

"It seems that it is time to perform the real technique."

Listening to those discussions, McGonagall's mouth showed a slight mocking smile, and she walked up to the half cow in two steps, and the kitchen knife brush slashed a few times on the cow's back, and the knife pointed in the direction of the cutting table, and six pieces of beef tenderloin of the same size and thickness fell in a line on the cutting table, just lined up in two rows on the table, and there was not even the slightest difference in shape.

"Wow, what a great knife worker!"

"I don't even see what he did, it's all beef tenderloin, right? The size and shape are exactly the same! ”

The guests' eyes lit up at once, and the amazing knife skills suddenly subverted their definition of McGonagall.

"The knife work is good, it seems that the basic skills are still quite good." Beate also glanced up at McGonagall and nodded slightly.

McGonagall wasn't very old, and his restaurant wasn't very old, and although a few dishes were well-known among the guests, there should be some tone in his opinion.

To become a good chef, it is essential to learn and practice over time, talent is important, and secondly, diligent connection, and enough practice are important.

McGonagall might be able to achieve the first two of these two things, but without enough practice, Beate felt that he didn't have a good grasp of the tastes that his guests loved, and if he really had to fight him with a new dish that he had just researched today, he was completely sure that he would win the matchup.

Although his dish is newly researched recently, he has tried it on a small scale, and the feedback is very good, and it is his most satisfactory work after improving the roast suckling pig.

McGonagall put down the kitchen knife and didn't rush to cook, but walked towards the judges' bench, stopped in front of Hill, and smiled, "Noncommittal can I ask Miss Hill for a glass of Buffett Estate Cuvée?" ”

"Mr. McGonagall is in such good spirits, would you like a drink before cooking?" Hill asked with a smile as she looked at McGonagall.

"Others use high-quality bamboo wine to cook beef, and I think only Miss Hill's red wine can be better, so asking Miss Hill for a glass of red wine is naturally used for cooking." McGonagall looked at Ciel with a smile as well.

"I haven't eaten beef in red wine yet, and Mr. McGonagall is an interesting cook." The smile on Hill's face was even stronger, and McGonagall praised it without leaving a trace, but it was very useful, and she raised her hand to signal the waiter who was holding a red wine bottle for her, and asked him to pour her a glass of red wine.

"Thank you." McGonagall took the wine, returned to the stove, pulled the knife back from the knife holder, slapped the pieces of beef, scattered the beef, and then put them on a plate and poured the wine to marinate.

The tenderloin of the finest iron beef is tender and ruddy, and the bright red and clear red wine is poured into the beef, and the rich aroma of the wine suddenly overflows, making the color more and more attractive.

"Red wine with beef, plus this faint smell of blood, it's so fragrant." Camilla sniffed her nose and looked at the plate in front of McGonagall, her eyes brightening a little.

"Bang!"

There was a crisp sound from Beate's side, and the lid of the black round pot suddenly collapsed, and the fragrance overflowed!