Rukaka's voice was a little shrivelled, and because he was too surprised, he didn't control the volume well, which attracted some disapproving glances.

All eyes fell on McGonagall's kitchen to see Mai take a freshly slaughtered flamingo from a waiter, peel off the skin with a long sharp knife, and cut the chicken into diamond-shaped pieces of the same size.

A huge chicken leg turned into a pile of chicken and a clean chicken bone almost in the blink of an eye.

Skilled knife skills are the foundation of a chef's skills, and there is no shortage of chefs who can cut ingredients into thin hairs, so it is not surprising that McGonagall's knife skills are not surprising.

What really surprised everyone was the flamingo's drumsticks.

McGonagall only has one person, not even a cook, how can he be qualified to cook meat dishes?

Nandley, who was busy directing a few apprentices to divide the plates, frowned and looked in McGonagall's direction and said, "This guy's ingredients can't be sent by mistake, right?" How did you send him such a big chicken leg? Shouldn't you send two pots of peanuts? ”

Sival smiled with some disdain: "The wrong ingredients and indiscriminate cooking are all going to be driven out of the palace, I think he is probably just making a cold chicken." But I've been making cold dishes for decades, and I've never heard that chicken can be served cold, this guy is really dead, if the minister is not satisfied with it, I'm not afraid that even my head will fall off? ”

The other chefs also laughed when they heard this, and there was no shortage of mocking words.

This is like a master of the rivers and lakes on the stage, and the guy who was originally waving a small flag in the audience suddenly said that he was going to go on stage to fight one.

At this time, the real masters on the stage may not say anything, but those little minions who are also waving small flags will rush up, eager to drown you with saliva.

McGonagall has been through countless insulting messages, and this level of ridicule is simply not worth mentioning.

Kaluru looked at McGonagall with some concern and said, "Brother McGonagall, what are you doing?" Can chicken really be served cold too? ”

"Cold chicken is also a good dish, but I made yellow stewed chicken today." McGonagall smiled and shook her head, put the chicken in the casserole and stewed it first, then said to the waiter next to her, "Please help me bring me ten freshly killed unicorn grass carp and the beef tenderloin I requested." ”

"Okay." The waiter left quickly, although there was only one person in this lord, this was the chef appointed by His Royal Highness the Second Prince, and this alone was worthy of his good service.

"In addition to chicken, Uncle McGonagall also makes fish and beef?" Ruruka's expression was even more surprised.

Although their restaurant is famous for pickled cucumbers, the restaurant does not only make pickled cucumbers, but every year in this palace to celebrate the king's birthday, they can only make one pickled cucumber.

"How is this possible!" Nandley looked at McGonagall in disbelief, he had been attending the King's Birthday Offering for more than twenty years, it had taken a whole ten years to climb from one cold dish to two cold dishes, and as for the third course, he had already pinned his hopes on his son.

But McGonagall came alone, and it was the first time, and she was going to make three dishes, and each one was meat?

It's like a guy who started decades later than you, but in the blink of an eye, he is ahead of you, and he is so far ahead that he doesn't even have any hope of catching up.

Nandley suddenly thought of something and sneered: "Hmph! Three dishes, actually planning to cook alone? There must be at least thirty copies that can be selected, and one person can't complete it at all, and I see how you end up then, and I don't think I will see you again in the future. ”

Kaluru looked at McGonagall worriedly, "Brother McGonagall, three dishes, can you be busy alone?" The dishes on the king's birthday are no better than if we can fool around at will in the store, if we mess up, we will lose our heads. ”

"It should be fine, I'm doing it alone in the restaurant." McGonagall laughed back, but it was only ten servings, and it wasn't a problem for him at all.

Seeing that McGonagall was not in a hurry, Kaluru was a little relieved, but he still said: "Then you have to hurry, if you need to, feel free to say, I will send a kid here to help you." ”

"Okay." McGonagall nodded.

Ten descaled and disemboweled unicorns were delivered to McGonagall, who was not prepared to let others interfere in the deboning process.

The status of the people who came to the palace banquet today is not low, if they are stuck in the throat by a fish bone, although they can't die, most of them still have to trouble him as a chef, so naturally they should do it carefully.

Bones of various sizes were pulled out of the body by McGonagall, ten fish were quickly deboned and marinated, and fresh beef tenderloin was cut into pieces of evenly sized and thick steaks, which were beaten with a small wooden hammer to make them soft.

"I'm really reluctant to use such top-notch ingredients for those guys." He took out a bottle of red wine from the box and shook his head, but after thinking about it, "But Irina and Amy should be able to eat it, it's a pity that I didn't hear her compliment yesterday, I don't know if she will say something today." ”

"Po~"

The cork was pulled out with a crisp sound.

The crimson wine was poured into the plate where the steak was served, and the rich aroma of the wine was like a bomb sounding in the deep sea, instantly overshadowing many of the aromas and burrowing into everyone's noses.

"What a wine!"

"Did anyone use a Grand Cru from Warren Buffett's wine?"

"No, this fragrance is more fragrant than the Grand Cru wine of Warren Buffett's wine, could it be that I got Tegon? This is cheating! ”

There was a bit of commotion among the chefs around them, looking left and right, trying to figure out what was almost cheating, and then their eyes focused on McGonagall, who was slowly pouring wine with a bottle in the corner, and they were all stunned for a moment.

This corner is almost equivalent to the cold food area, how can anyone use wine, could it be that he plans to use red wine to make cold dishes?

"Who the hell is this one-man chef? What to cook? These two questions have become the doubts of many chefs around them, if they were not busy with their own work, most of them would have been curious to inquire.

Of course, in the minds of most people, McGonagall's approach is still just a joke, and he has been chosen for the opportunity to do so, and he may become the most tragic chef of this generation.

Kalulu looked at McGonagall with a worried expression, "Is it really satisfying to cook with wine?" Let's hope Brother McGonagall isn't serious, it's really playing with fire. ”

McGonagall was now completely immersed in her own gastronomic world, her expression was serious, her movements were swift and not in the slightest, and she was as elegant as a painter wielding a paintbrush, braised chicken, spicy grilled fish, and black pepper steak, in an orderly manner.

The chefs' dishes have begun to be served one after another, especially the earliest cold dishes on the table, which have almost all been served.

Nandley, Sival, and their apprentices, who would be idle, looked at McGonagall with a smile, and even bet that McGonagall's food would be for the maids, without hiding their sarcasm.

The three of Kalulu and his son were finished, and sat worried as they watched McGonagall.

"Mr. McGonagall, please offer the first course to the King."

Just then, a waiter led ten young and beautiful maids to McGonagall's kitchen and smiled.

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