"If top-quality beef is the backbone of the kebab, then a good barbecue sauce is the soul of the kebab, and the top-quality barbecue sauce can enhance the taste experience while enhancing the flavor of the beef itself. The sauce prepared by each chef is unique, and it is the key to distinguish it from other people's yakiniku beef skewers. After McGonagall had mastered the art of slaughtering cattle and was able to slaughter and dismantle an entire tin cow in a fraction of the time, the sound of the system rang out again.

McGonagall agrees with this, on the planet, even the best beef can be bought as long as there is money, but the same beef tastes completely different when it is cooked in the hands of different chefs, as if it is imprinted with the chef's mark, and the most important thing is obviously the sauce and seasoning.

"Mixing sauce is also a technical job." McGonagall opened the seasoning box next to her, and the twenty-eight box was almost full.

It is not that he has no experience in the preparation of sauces in his mind, and there are three kinds of sauces to choose from: sauce, spicy and garlic, but this time the system does not directly give the exact amount of various seasonings, but instead uses three words to describe the dosage: micro, small, medium and large.

"System, your annotation this time seems a little unprofessional? What is this trace amount? How much is it? Aren't you a cheater? McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

"Host, please pay attention to your words, this system is not a normal reproduction of organisms, so there is no such thing as 'father'!" The sound of the system sounded.

"You can't say this so absolutely, system, you have studied the history of the earth for so long, do you know who the father of the apple is?"

"Steve Jobs."

"What about the father of hybrid rice?"

"Yuan Longping!"

"The father of the Chinese atom?"

"Qian Sanqiang!"

"Then do you know why they are called the Father of XX?"

"Apple was founded and developed by Steve Jobs, Yuan Longping led the development of hybrid rice technology, and Qian Sanqiang made outstanding contributions to China's atomic science and technology!"

"System, you were created because I traveled to this world, by the above three analogies, now, tell me out loud, system, who am I you?"

"Dad...... Host! Please don't confuse the concepts, these are two different things entirely! The system said angrily, and even the voice trembled a little.

"You said it yourself." McGonagall shrugged, the corners of her mouth curling.

"As a candidate for the god of cooking, blending sauces and mastering the dosage of various spices is one of the most basic skills, and in order to cultivate this ability of the host, this system blurs the dosage, and wants to blend the best quality sauce, which requires the host to have a deep understanding of various spices, and find a wonderful balance between various spices, which is the skill that a professional chef should have." The system calmed down and said seriously.

"Looks like we're going to run out of time this time." McGonagall glanced up at the wall where more than ten days had passed, and the Killing Cow had spent so much time studying the various spices it needed.

McGonagall didn't argue with the system, because he knew it was a really good workout for him.

Now he is still in the stage of learning and rising, with a variety of top recipes and experience packages given by the system, he has taken shortcuts to master the cooking methods of a series of top cuisines, but now if he only gives him ingredients and lets him create and cook a cuisine of the same level, he can't do it at all.

For the understanding of ingredients and spices, he may not even be as good as a housewife who cooks all year round.

Now, the system is forcing him to understand and learn the characteristics of these spices and spices, and to make the most of what he has learned.

For this seemingly challenging thing, McGonagall's heart is already burning, and only by constantly learning and trying can he sooner or later be able to create his own food independently, and at that time, he will be able to deserve the title of chef.

With three flavors, spicy, and garlic, and three completely different ratios, McGonagall took a moment to understand the characteristics of each spice and began to experiment with the flavor of the different spices when they were fused together.

The XP pack gives a direction, and what McGonagall needs to do is adjust the proportions and mix the best sauce.

At first, McGonagall tasted the sauce herself, which was really indescribable, and then began to enter a cycle of constantly overturning the mixture.

Despite repeated failures, McGonagall dared to face failure instead of being frustrated, seriously pondered the shortcomings in the process, and immediately threw herself into the next deployment.

The first to be recognized by the system was the sauce-flavored sauce, which was bypassed, and soon McGonagall also mixed the garlic flavor and spicy sauce, three sauces, three completely different flavors and textures, so that McGonagall was already looking forward to the taste of beef after brushing this sauce.

The sauce was finished, and more than thirty days had passed on the wall, leaving little time for McGonagall.

Take out a knife from the knife holder, take a piece of beef brain and cut it into two centimeters square, and knead the carefully prepared sauce into the beef with both hands.

After marinating, a long bamboo skewer of about 20 centimeters is used to pass through the middle of the meat piece, and five pieces of beef are skewered on a bamboo skewer, and the beef piece with some blood is covered with snowflake patterns and set aside for later use.

In the left corner of the kitchen there was a long iron grill charcoal grill, the charcoal fire was already burning red, McGonagall reached out to test the temperature, shook her head slightly, and waited a little longer before picking up five skewers of beef from the plate at once and putting them on the grill.

"Whew-"

The half-fat and lean beef was placed on the hot iron frame, making a wonderful sound, brushed with a small amount of clear oil, and the fat meat that was generally embellished with snowflakes on the beef was bubbling out, and the white snowflake-like fat soon became crystal clear, and the aroma of beef began to waft in the kitchen.

The color of the beef slowly darkens, the oil bursts on the surface of the beef, and the aroma in the air becomes more and more intense.

When the beef was about 7 medium rare, McGonagall picked up a brush, dipped it in the sauce she had prepared earlier, and spread it evenly on the surface of the beef.

The sauce is like a catalyst for the sizzling sound of the beef on the grill, and the aroma of the beef mixed with the aroma of the sauce wafts through the air, making it difficult to swallow.

"Amy must love it, right?" McGonagall's eyes lit up completely, thinking to herself.