McGonagall is constantly trying to make watercress sauce, and Phyllis is also practicing how to grill a skewer of beef skewers.

In the quiet kitchen, there was only the occasional sigh of the two of them, but soon the two of them were engaged in the next failure, and at this point, the two found a trace of similarity.

"It turns out that behind every delicious food, there is such a process of continuous improvement, and becoming a good chef is not a simple thing, and I must continue to work hard!" Phyllis stole a glance at McGonagall and thought to herself,

At noon, McGonagall set up the hanging stove and roasted the first roast duck in McMie's restaurant, two thin plates of lotus leaf cakes, several long small plates with thinly cut onion and cucumber strips, and a plate of sweet noodle sauce in front of each person.

Everything looks so delicate and exquisite, which makes people look forward to it even more.

There were no other dishes on the table, and everyone sat at the table, looking in the direction of the kitchen with anticipation.

The most anticipated moment is naturally the moment when a new dish is brought to the table, and they will be the first to witness and taste it.

McGonagall walked out of the kitchen with a small food cart with several delicate plates, a heavy Chinese kitchen knife on a round log cutting board, and a large plate with a metal lid in the middle, and stopped at the table.

Everyone's eyes fell on the big plate with the lid, and they saw that McGonagall had been busy for a long time, but what the roast duck looked like, everyone had all kinds of conjectures in their hearts, but they still wanted to see what McGonagall made it look like.

"Peking duck." McGonagall smiled, then gently lifted the metal lid.

Under the lid, there is a plump and full, brightly colored, jujube red roast duck, the surface is slightly oily, a complete duck, is so beautiful that everyone's eyes can't help but light up.

The roast duck is still steaming hot when it is freshly removed from the oven, and the rich aroma is filled with the heat, and it is a mouth-watering taste.

"Gollum."

The crowd's throats rolled uncontrollably.

"It smells so good! It has a completely different aroma from a yakiniku beef skewer, but it is just as fragrant and makes you want to drool. Yabei Mia sniffed deeply and said with admiration.

"Father, there is only one roast duck and duck, but there are so many of us, how can we divide it?" Amy asked, looking at McGonagall with some distress.

Everyone also looked at McGonagall, a roast duck was divided into six people, and how to cut it became a problem.

"To eat roast duck, seven points depend on roasting, and three points depend on slices, so this piece of roast duck is a very important process." McGonagall said with a smile, putting on a light disposable glove, lifting the roast duck on the large plate and placing it on the cutting board, holding the kitchen knife and slashing it on the duck breast, with a light movement of her wrist, a piece of light duck meat and belt meat fell neatly on the cutting board.

The thin and fat duck meat has a golden duck skin, and after being cut, it has a beautiful texture, all of which are slipped into the shape of apricot leaves, the size is almost the same, and there is no difference in thickness and thickness, light and thin like leaves, stacked in an orderly manner on the cutting board.

The bulky kitchen knife was particularly dexterous in McGonagall's hands, the crispy skin and delicate duck meat could not change the stability of the kitchen knife in the slightest, and under his knife, a whole duck was quickly sliced into pieces of duck meat according to different parts and placed on different plates.

Amy's eyes widened as she stared at the plate of roast duck, and the light in her eyes flickered as if she was about to rush over.

"What a great knife worker!" Phyllis's mouth was also slightly open, and her eyes were full of amazement, without the assistance of any magic, relying only on pure knife work, she was amazed that a roast duck that had just been taken out of the oven was so thick and even.

Even if she is assisted by wind magic, I am afraid that she may not be able to do it better and faster than McGonagall.

Sally and Abei Mia's faces were equally amazed, the tempting color of the roast duck was sliced under McGonagall's knife, this process seemed to give the roast duck soul, looking at the thin and uniform duck meat in the plate, and the growing aroma in the air, it seemed that they could already feel the tempting taste of the duck meat after entering the mouth, and the expectation was mobilized to the extreme.

"One hundred and eight pieces." McGonagall put down the duck rack in her hand, where she could barely see the meat, and looked at the duck meat that just filled five plates, and a smile appeared on her face.

A duck is sliced into one hundred and eight pieces, which is the perfect number of slices, only an experienced slicing duck master can do, so that the thickness of the duck is just the most suitable, and it is also one of the projects that McGonagall spends the most time in the Chef God Trial Space.

Sliced roast duck, it's really technical.

"Father, can we start eating now?" Amy asked, looking at McGonagall expectantly.

"Of course you can, but before I eat it, I want to tell you about this method of eating roast duck." McGonagall glanced at Amy, who was a little anxious, "Roast duck can be eaten directly, or it can be dipped in the sweet noodle sauce in front of you, of course, the most classic way to eat is to dip the duck meat in the sweet noodle sauce, add green onion strips and cucumber strips, and wrap it in a layer of lotus leaf cake to eat." ”

Everyone's eyes fell on the sweet noodle sauce and green onion in front of them, as well as the lotus leaf cake in the small bamboo plate, it turned out that these things still have this use, I didn't expect to eat this roast duck so exquisite.

"Everyone's hungry too, so let's start eating." McGonagall smiled as she looked at the crowd who had swallowed no longer who knew how many times she had swallowed.

"Okay!" Amy was the first to stretch out her chopsticks, picked up a piece of duck meat with some trembling tremors, and fed it directly to her mouth.

The expression of happiness climbed up to that delicate little face in an instant, and the delicacy melted in the mouth, which was the taste of happiness.

"It turns out that roast duck and duck taste like this, so roast goose and goose must be similar, right? It's so delicious! Amy opened her eyes and said happily.

"I'm going to try it too." Yabei Mia picked up a piece of duck meat, carefully dipped it in the sweet noodle sauce in front of her, and then fed it to her mouth and gently bit it open.

The freshly opened duck meat is still hot, the skin is crispy, and the thin and fat duck meat is extraordinarily mellow and mellow, a fruity aroma slowly fades from the duck meat, and the taste of sweet noodle sauce begins to exude at this time, so that the delicacy is raised to a new level.

Yabei Mia had closed her eyes for some time, and she seemed to see a duck slowly roasted golden red in the charcoal, and a drop of oil seeped out of the duck, and then slowly slid down the golden skin, dripping into the charcoal fire, raising a trace of flame......

It's a delicious thing to see......

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