Originally, for Mrs. Weiqi.

The kitchen in the monastery was her private paradise.

After all, there's nothing to do every day in this hellish place.

Since discovering the joy of cooking.

Every day, I think about what to cook and what ingredients to make.

Then work with the maids to process the ingredients and cook them yourself.

can consume more than half of Lady Weiqi's time.

This comes and goes, and life is not so difficult.

And in the process, Mrs. Wei Qi also mastered the exquisite cooking skills.

Given that the world generally does not pay much attention to chefs, the level of cooking is still in a semi-primitive state.

Mrs. Weiqi's cooking skills can already be regarded as a standard that stands out from the crowd.

This also made her look down on the young man named Jiang Ember very much.

Hmph, teenage little doll.

The time to eat is not as long as the old body to cook.

Can you do anything that you can do with it?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

With this in mind, Lady Vicky came to the familiar kitchen door.

As soon as she stood in front of the door, she heard a lively "da-da" sound from inside.

Dada, dada, dada.

A series of rhythmic sounds resemble a simple musical instrument.

With the smell of flour wafting from the kitchen, it makes people feel happy all of a sudden.

It's just that this kind of movement makes Madame Wei Qi feel a little strange.

After all, in her eyes, breakfast is relatively simple cooking.

Usually I eat some smoked haddock, orange or grape jam, milk, tea and bread rolls baked the night before.

Most of these things are semi-finished products, so you just need to get them ready to heat up early.

Why do you have to make such a noise here in the morning?

Thinking of this, Lady Wei Qi looked curiously through the crack in the door.

But what she saw surprised her.

You can see it through the crack in the door.

Jiang Yan was holding two heavy kitchen knives at this time.

Standing in front of a large round chopping board, crackling and chopping minced meat.

Those two big kitchen knives are like two blades when wielded.

Directly chopped the meat on the board into minced pieces.

This...... What's going on?

How can anyone do this?

And what's going on with those two knives?

When she saw all this, Mrs. Wei Qi could say that everyone was stupid.

Of course, it's normal for her to not be able to understand.

After all, there is a clear difference between Western kitchen knives and Eastern kitchen knives.

The kitchen knives they use here are made of fine Damascus steel.

But they are all relatively small triangular Western-style kitchen knives.

This kitchen knife is easy to cut and has a lightweight blade.

But it basically can't be used to chop bones or handle large ingredients.

What's more, if you take two hands like this and desperately chop it on the cutting board, you can't chop it at all.

And the Chinese kitchen knife that Jiang Ember is holding in his hand is specially made by him.

The knife was crafted by the best and only master blacksmith (self-proclaimed) in Neverwinter over the course of three days and three nights.

A good pair of treasure knives, it is really bright and eye-catching, and the cold and sensen are terrifying.

The knife is made of fine iron, with anti-sticking lines, tendons and bones, and frost in the fire, ruthless and terrifying.

With such a pair of heavy kitchen utensils, let alone raw meat and vegetables, even the bones can chop you to pieces.

What's more, Jiang Yan is not chopping bones but meat at this time, so it will be easier.

The most exaggerated thing is that even with this heavy kitchenware in his hand, Jiang Yan's action of chopping meat is still very beautiful.

The two big kitchen knives rose and fell, flying up and down.

Neat pieces of minced meat were chopped and scattered first.

Immediately afterwards, they were quickly grouped together and continued to fight.

One left and one right, one back and forth, one up and one down.

I saw that the originally large meat particles quickly became smaller and churned in the process.

This process really makes people can't help but indulge in it.

Madame Vichy had never seen such a battle.

I could only stand outside the door and look at the young man who was chopping meat with surprised eyes.

When Jiang Ember finally chopped two huge pieces of pork belly into a red and white meat filling.

Curtie, who was in charge of being his assistant on the side, couldn't help but clap his hands and say:

"It's amazing, you can chop the stuffing so delicately with just two knives, you are worthy of Chef Jiang."

For Jiang Ash's power, Curtie has seen a lot in the past few days.

But this is the first time I've handled minced meat like I did today.

The minced meat from the ginger embers looks delicate and delicious.

The white fat and the pink meat are all mixed together.

It laid a very solid foundation for the next cooking.

And Jiang Yan smiled and said:

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning, take the sauce away."

"Yes, Chef Jiang."

Immediately after, Curtie also took out the homemade tomato basil sauce from the cold storage.

Place in a large basin and add warm water to slowly open it for later use.

This is...... Red, looks like a tomato?

Mrs. Vichy had some eyesight, and could roughly tell what it was.

It's just that this sauce, which seems to be made of tomatoes, is probably not owned in the monastery.

Of course, this large bowl of tomato basil sauce was originally made by Ginger Ember himself.

He boils a large number of tomatoes and concentrates them, and then mixes them with a variety of spices to make a sauce.

As soon as you open the lid, you can smell the rich tomato sourness and spices.

It tastes sweet and sour, and it is first-class whether it is used for cooking or noodles.

Subsequently, I saw that the young man started to boil the oil, and added a large amount of oil at one time.

When the oil is heated to a suitable temperature, remove all the minced pork belly into the pan.

Tear and pull! The hot oil and minced meat burst out with a strong aroma at that moment!

Ginger Ember stands in front of the wok and stir-fries quickly with a special shovel.

Chinese food is the art of fire and oil.

That kind of love for fire is difficult for many Westerners to understand.

Under the control of his skillful stir-frying skills.

The minced meat is quickly stir-fried in the hot oil, giving it a shiny, warm brown color.

Add minced garlic and ginger and stir-fry until fragrant, then pour the sloppy tomato basil sauce into it.

A large number of tomatoes, minced meat, and spices crackled in the fat, bursting into countless tiny bubbles.

A mouth-watering, intense scent is also starting to spread through the kitchen.

Hiss...... Call.

Mrs. Wei Qi, who was staying outside the door, sniffed it slightly, and for a while she showed an intoxicated expression.

Wonderful, wonderful.

The aroma of oil carries the aroma of meat, the aroma of meat carries the sour aroma of tomato, and the sour aroma of tomato also carries the taste of various spices.

It's a mix of complex flavors, but they go together seamlessly.

Each smell can be smelled individually and complement each other to form a wonderful torrent.

Because Madame Wei Qi is also a master of cooking.

She could especially see how much knowledge Jiang Yan had in his relaxed and freehand operation.

It's not something that the average chef can do by putting so many flavors together perfectly.

Ginger Ember ...... Who the hell is he?

And what exactly is he cooking? The old body had never heard of it.

Looking at the teenager who was busy in the kitchen, Mrs. Wei Qi couldn't help but fall into thought.