Peers are enemies, and this is something that McGonagall has known since she opened the restaurant.

Therefore, for the complicated gaze of some hatred, his heart is like a mirror, and he doesn't need to think much to know how much anger and resentment these chefs have in their hearts.

Of course, this has nothing to do with him, and the pattern determines that he will not meet them in general.

"Mr. McGonagall, you've got everything here, and the ingredients for you, and if you need anything, you can always ask for it." The steward who brought McGonagall over said with a smile.

McGonagall carefully scanned the things on the stove to make sure that the ingredients needed and the things she had brought were all ready, and nodded, "Enough, there is work." ”

Although there is no such thing as a gas stove in this world, Beate has shown him the wisdom of the people of the other world before, and the magic stove that provides heat with the magic array can still provide a stable and efficient temperature, and can also easily control the size of the fire.

The second prince's mansion is naturally used in this kind of magic stove, before coming to McGonagall specially bought one on the street, and spent half a day to get familiar with the temperature and heat.

And before coming, McGonagall first looked for a system to change the oven to a magic oven, instead of using electricity, so that it could be used when it was brought out, otherwise where to pull the wires would be a big problem.

McGonagall asked Amy to sit on a small stool and eat a cookie, while she took an apron and a chef's hat from the package and put them on, ready to cook.

"This is the chef that the second prince found from the City of Chaos? Can you make good dishes at such a young age? ”

"Yes, the chef in Chaos City is not comparable to Luo Du at all, if you want me to say, any master in our kitchen is much better than him."

"I'm not old, but the shelves are not small, and I brought so many things here, do you think the kitchenware in our prince's mansion is not easy to use?"

The cooks didn't say anything, and the cooks and apprentices were already talking about McGonagall.

McGonagall listened to those words full of superiority, and only laughed, this kind of poisonous tongue is the lowest level, there is no way to cause him any harm at all, and even a little want to laugh.

Most of the chefs in the kitchen are already middle-aged, not as young as young people, but looking at McGonagall, many people still have some contempt on their faces, the chef of the most famous Ducasse restaurant in the City of Chaos is still the chef he learned in Luodu.

Of course, whether they are experts or not, as soon as they make a move, they can say that they are also decent people in this kitchen, and they have to hold the shelf, and they can't be evaluated casually, otherwise what is the difference between them and those apprentices.

However, after a while, the dish was made, and it was their turn to comment, stepping on the same thing, but it was very refreshing.

McGonagall took out the spices one by one, put them in her accustomed position, and scooped up the unicorn grass carp that was still swimming happily from the water tank next to her.

Stun the grass carp with the back of the knife, the slender sharp knife easily scraped off the fine and hard scales, and then cut a cut on the fish, and pulled out the fish bones that were scattered and arranged, and in a blink of an eye, a bunch of small fish bones appeared next to the stove.

"Oh, see no, this is the most unsuccessful way to deal with the unicorn grass carp, the fish scales are the most delicious part of the unicorn grass carp, and it is also the reason why the unicorn grass carp is so beautiful, he not only removed the scales, but also cut a good fish into a mess, and when it is cooked, it will definitely become a pile of minced meat, which has no beauty and value." A slightly chubby chef said to the apprentice next to him.

As the chef who was the best at cooking fish in the audience, Matthew's words were naturally well recognized, and it was indeed unheard of to deal with unicorn grass carp in this way, which caused the apprentices to pat each other.

"With fishy as delicious, this kind of taste, no wonder you can't make good fish." McGonagall cleaned the fish and marinated it with spices, pouted, "The fishiest part of the unicorn grass carp is the scales, and the fine and closed scales will prevent the fish from entering the flavor, and at the same time lock the fishy smell of the fish in the fish, so that the fish tastes dull and fishy. As for deboning, this is a technical job that ordinary people can't learn. ”

McGonagall's voice was not loud, but the noise suddenly stopped, and the cooks looked a little thoughtful, and the apprentices watched carefully.

Matthew's face turned red when he heard this, but he didn't expect McGonagall to dare to refute him in public, stretched out a finger and pointed at McGonagall and said angrily: "You...... You are talking nonsense! I've been making fish for more than 30 years, and I've cooked more fish than you eat, so don't you have as much experience as you kid? ”

"Hard work and dedication are respectable qualities, and the experience accumulated after 30 years of unswervingly going in the wrong direction is also worthy of respect." McGonagall smiled and nodded.

"You...... You ......" Matthew trembled with anger, but he couldn't say anything to refute for a long time, and shook his hand and said, "Sharp teeth, I see what kind of fish you can make!" ”

McGonagall wasn't the one who suffered, and she couldn't talk about it, and looking at the fat chef who wanted to kill him but couldn't do anything about him, her mood suddenly became much happier.

This made him find some of the feelings that he had when he complained about those chefs, and the soul of the poisonous tongue was awakening.

As the fish was marinated, McGonagall prepared the steak and the chicken stew at the same time, and when the bottle of wine was opened, McGonagall felt the eyes of the whole kitchen light up.

"No, in addition to the appearance fee of five million, the money for spices and equipment must also come, just this bottle of red wine, not two hundred thousand." McGonagall corked the bottle, thinking to herself, she almost made herself lose money.

The fish is grilled in the oven, the chicken is stewed in a casserole, and the steak is fried in the pan, and McGonagall cooks three dishes at the same time.

The smell of beef and red wine was raging in the kitchen, and the smell of braised chicken began to waft down the lid, except for the fish in the oven.

However, this will keep everyone's mouths shut.

There is nothing louder and crisper than a slap in the face and silences people, except for the chef who wants to be a chef, the time spent in this kitchen is not short, and there has never been a chef who has made a dish that can make everyone want to smell hard and swallow saliva.

But, McGonagall did.

"It's so fragrant, I've never smelled such a fragrant smell of meat, whether it's chicken or beef, it's incredibly delicious." A young apprentice sighed with heartfelt emotion, causing everyone next to him to nod their heads and poke their heads on tiptoe, wanting to see what McGonagall had put in the pot and how it could give off such an attractive fragrance.

"Hmph, even if the beef and chicken are delicious, the fish may not be good." Matthew snorted coldly, his fists clenched unconsciously.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp beep from the oven, and McGonagall placed the steak on a plate and opened the oven door.