The pig's eyes are put on the grill and roasted, and the temperature of the fire must not be high, otherwise the hot eye pulp may burst and splash your face.

It is flipped back and forth over a low heat and carefully roasted, constantly brushing with various sauces and spices in the process, patiently waiting for the eyeballs to cook from the inside out.

The skin of the pig's eyes is bubbling with oil, and the fragrance gradually wafts out.

"Seems like that's all there is to it." McGonagall raised her eyebrows slightly, and the roast pig's eye in her hand flipped casually, slowly moving towards the more fire-strong area.

"Poof—"

An eyeball popped, and one of the eyeballs on the skewer suddenly burst, and hot eyelash splattered in all directions, some of which flew towards his face.

"Damn, it's really going to explode!" McGonagall tilted her head, easily avoiding the eye.

"Puff puff puff—"

And almost at the same time, the remaining pig eyes exploded all at once.

McGonagall quickly let go of the bamboo stick in her hand and took two steps back, narrowly avoiding the hot eyelashes that burst out of the air.

"This is probably the most dangerous dish I've ever made, right?" McGonagall looked at the mess of grills and walls, and the corners of her mouth tugged at a slightly embarrassed shape, if this happened in a real kitchen, it would have been an accident.

Without McGonagall to clean up, the grill and countertops were clean again after about five seconds.

"It seems that it is still necessary to operate in strict accordance with the experience and standards of experts, and it is necessary to be too confident." McGonagall quickly regained her attitude, took a bamboo skewer and re-threaded a string of pig's eyes, and stood in front of the grill with a serious expression to start roasting the pig's eyes again.

The requirements for the heat of the roast pig's eye were too demanding, which made McGonagall, who had mastered the technique of flipping two hundred beef skewers at the same time, a little impatient, but after a blast, his temperament was well put away.

The beef cubes don't burst, it's a tempered ingredient, and you have to coax it.

After about twenty minutes, the pig's eyes have been roasted to a bright brown color, and the whole has shrunk in a circle, and the slightly fat skin has been shrunk and still bubbling with oil, and the tantalizing aroma of the roasted meat has come to the nose, sprinkle with cumin peppers, and flip it twice, and it is done.

"With a little patience, it doesn't seem to be difficult." McGonagall looked at the roast pig's eyes in her hand, four on a bamboo skewer.

After roasting, the pig's eyes look like the horror value has plummeted a lot, at least it won't inadvertently hit a pair of dead pig's eyes.

However, for most people, such an appearance still has a strong impact, especially after knowing that this is a roasted pig's eye, it is estimated that many people will resist.

McGonagall looked at the roasted pork eye in her hand, if it weren't for the fact that the aroma of the roast was too tempting, and he was used to the pig eye, otherwise he wouldn't necessarily try this super dark dish.

"System, did I succeed?" McGonagall casually asked, "I've never tasted roast pig's eye in my life, so there shouldn't be any standard for this dish, right?" ”

"The first point: counting from the top, the skin of the third pig's eye is too dry and hard, because it has too little oil, and it should be roasted separately in the process of roasting, which is a problem that a good chef should take the initiative to find and solve in the cooking process."

"The second point: the second pig's eye is not worn tightly, there is a shift in position during the roasting process, and the whole pig's eye is not in a qualified state, and carelessness will ruin a dish."

"Point 3: ......"

The system lists the mistakes McGonagall made during the seemingly perfect roasting process.

"So, there are a lot of problems." McGonagall nodded and accepted the system's fastidious suggestion, if it was only to this extent, it wouldn't be long before he would be able to complete the roast pig's eye, it was all a matter of detail.

"Roasted pig eye success criteria:

When you bite into it, the pig's eye slurry bursts, without any fishy smell, and it is endlessly memorable;

The eyeballs have a springy fleshy feeling, a touching texture when chewed, tough on the outside and tender on the inside, soft and juicy, and a chewy taste;

The crisp lens and cornea are like brittle bones, bringing different chewing pleasures. ”

The system then promulgated the standard.

McGonagall: "??? ”

"By the way, system, if my memory is not missing due to the time travel, then I shouldn't have eaten roast pig eyes, right? This kind of excessive standard is not what I mentioned, right? McGonagall frowned and asked, the more general the request, the higher the demand, as the system would be executed to the highest standards.

"This is a string of copywriting in life." The system replied.

"You even copy the copy?" McGonagall rolled her eyes.

"Isn't that an indication of the source?" The system is justified.

"I'm ......" McGonagall opened her mouth, speechless, but quickly said, "I think there may be an element of braggado in this copy." ”

"As a candidate for the god of cooking, I have the best barbecue experience, and if I can't even meet this requirement of copywriting, it will be worse than bragging."

"Count you ruthless!" McGonagall thought about it, and seemed to have some point, and quickly threw herself into the roasted pig's eyes.

Making food beyond the imagination of diners is what an aspiring chef should do.

It's like an ordinary bowl of soy milk, an ordinary fritter, in the hands of different chefs, it can also glow with different colors.

What McGonagall has to do is to make the food shine in his hands in the most beautiful colors.

"Slightly worse taste, failure!"

"The fishy smell of the eyeball serous has not been removed, and it has failed!"

"Failed ......"

The number of days on the wall is slowly decreasing, and McGonagall is expressionless as she accepts failure after failure, her roasting technique becomes more and more proficient, and the pig's eye skewers in her hand have changed from one to two, three, a whole handful!

For a moment, McGonagall felt like she was at one with the skewers in her hand and the oven below, sensing the heat of the charcoal fire in the stove, feeling the subtle changes in the skewers as they were grilling, and then flipping the skewers at the right time to brush with the right oil and sauce.

It's a very mysterious feeling, as if time is slowing down, and he can control everything as he wants.

"Ding!"

"Perfect Roast Pig Eye Achieved!"

McGonagall placed a freshly finished hungry pig's eye on the plate in front of her when she heard the sound of the system.

"Did it work?" McGonagall didn't show too much surprise, but showed a hint of surprise, he felt that this roast pig's eye was not perfect enough, and he could make the next one better.

He glanced up at the countdown on the wall, and before he knew it, a hundred days had passed.

"No wonder it is said that it is not easy to get started with barbecue, and it is even more difficult to become a master." McGonagall sighed in her heart, the time to learn this roast pig's eye is almost the same time as the time it took to learn Buddhism and jump over the wall.

McGonagall didn't rush out of the Kitchen God Proving Ground, but continued to throw herself into the eyes of the roast pig, and he wanted to do it perfectly.