Chapter 1503 Chapter 1! Absolutely Don't Act Rashly!

"I have a golden finger, there won't be anything!"

McGonagall recited a rather embarrassing spell pretentiously, and then tapped Chebman's brow lightly.

The contact time between the fingers and the eyebrows is less than a second.

Meg took a step back.

But Chebman closed his eyes.

Chebman felt a mysterious force suddenly pouring into his mind. Every step of McGonagall's operation and every paragraph of words began to reappear in his mind. It was easily solved and became easy to understand. After a while, I slowly opened my eyes, as if everything was clear to my chest.

"Remember?" Mag asked with a smile.

"Well, I remember it all." Chebman nodded, looking at Mag with some surprise and admiration, he really couldn't understand why Mag tapped his brow lightly with his finger, and he actually said this Cai understood thoroughly, as if he had done it many times himself.

"Really remember everything?" Harry looked at Qibman suspiciously. This big apprentice of himself is good at everything, but he is slow in learning everything, not only slow in starting, but also slow in running. The only thing worthy of praise is also There is only stability.

"Yes, Master." Chebman nodded again.

Harry knew that Chebman would never lie, so he couldn't help but glanced at Mag's finger suspiciously. Could this really be a cheat finger? Learned in a little bit? But as a master, naturally you can't lose your momentum at this time, and said with a smile: "Okay, since this is the case, let's master and apprentice come to a cooking showdown today, with husband and wife lung slices as the showdown event, and my master as the referee." Let's see who makes the better couple's lung slices."

"Yes." Chebman nodded respectfully and did not refuse again.

"If that's the case, then I'll be the referee for this rivalry between master and apprentice!"

"First! Absolutely don't be impulsive! Second! Absolutely never miss a single bad thing! Third! The referee is absolutely fair and beautiful! Referee Mag, come and see me! I will be the referee for this duel!" Mag He raised his hand, but it was a pity that the revolving door didn't run, so he withdrew his hand in embarrassment, took two steps back, and gave the field to Harry's master and apprentice, "The duel, let's begin!"

"Master is really professional!" Harry and Chebman both looked sideways, but after hearing the start of the duel, they officially started to enter the cooking mode.

The first step is to start with the preparation of the ingredients, and choose the spices needed for the marinade from hundreds of spice boxes. This is a test of whether the previous listening is serious and how much you know about these spices.

Harry looked at the spice box and fell into deep thought. His eyes clearly remembered it just now, but now he couldn't recall which box Mag took the spice from. After thinking about it for a while, he picked out a few such as star anise For such distinctive spices, the rest can only be carefully identified by the sense of smell.

On the other hand, Chebman grabbed all kinds of spices in the spice box and threw them into the pot one by one, with skillful techniques and freehand movements, as if he had a plan in his chest.

"Really?" Harry turned his head and saw that Chebman had finished the selection of ingredients and started preparing beef and offal.

After hesitating for a while, Harris poked his head and prepared to take a sneak peek.

"Sneak peek warning!" Mag's serious voice sounded.

"hey-hey,

I just want to see if this kid is fooling around. Harris retracted his head and said with a sneer.

Mag had no expression on his face, but his eyes were fixed on Chebman. He also wanted to know how effective this golden finger was, and whether it really wouldn't touch anything there.

Harry selected the spices with his sense of smell. Although the speed was a little slower, he also accurately selected each spice he needed. But when he made his choice, Chebman had already put the meat in the marinated pot and started to stew it. up.

"Hey, this time the start is not slow at all, and it's amazingly fast." Harris was a little surprised, and became more and more curious about what McGonagall ordered for Chebman just now, and it had such a miraculous effect.

"Or is it that the master secretly gave the apprentice's apprentice a make-up lesson behind his back?" Harris had another thought in his mind, but he quickly ruled it out. They had no time to commit the crime.

"I didn't expect that there would be a day when the opponents would need to be serious." Harui sighed, and his face showed a bit of seriousness. He carefully recalled the previous operation process of Mag, and began to cook step by step.

Mag stood aside and watched quietly, observing the details of the cooking of the two, but did not raise or correct them aloud.

It can be seen that Chebman, who has been instructed by him, has done the details very well, and obviously has a deep understanding of the dish of couple's lung slices.

Relying on his superb knife skills and decades of experience as a chef, Harry has also shown strong comprehension and execution skills, and the details are impeccable, just because after all, he only watched Mag's operation and explanation, and in some steps There will be pauses.

"Slowly, show me your notes." Harris said to Chebman, explaining without blushing and heartbeat: "I didn't forget, I just made a little confirmation. The most basic and serious attitude of a chef, you have to learn it."

"Yes, Master." Chebman handed the notebook into Harry's hands with a resigned expression.

The corner of Mag's mouth twitched, believing your evil, bad old man, very bad.

"This red oil needs to be added first... and then this..." Harui carefully flipped through the notebook made by Chebman, while on the other hand, Chebman had already poured the boiled red oil into a large bowl for later use.

About half an hour later, Harris poured the boiled red oil on the thinly sliced ​​beef and beef offal, and a pair of red husband and wife lung slices was completed.

On the other side, Chebman had finished a few minutes ahead of schedule.

Harris glanced at the husband and wife lung slices made by Chebman. The style was basically the same as his. After all, he was an apprentice brought up by himself. He had the strength of a bull and honed his knife skills for nearly twenty years, which was better than his. It's only one line away.

"Why are you a little nervous? It shouldn't be." Harris raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling his heart start to speed up.

It's okay to lose to Mag, after all, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky beyond the sky, but if you lose to the apprentice you brought up with one hand, the feeling is a bit subtle.

"The cooking is over, and now we are entering the tasting and judging session." Mag snapped his fingers, signaling the two contestants to bring up their prepared couple's lungs.

From the appearance point of view, there is almost no difference between the two slices of husband and wife lungs. The exquisite knife technique makes the thickness of each slice of meat very uniform, and it is rotated on the plate like a blooming flower.

What surprised McGonagall was Chebman's knife skills. He looked a bit dull, but his knife skills were extremely delicate and moving. Compared with Harris, it was only a little bit worse, and his overall level should be higher than him.

"Let me try it." Mag picked up a pair of chopsticks, and picked up a piece of beef from Harris's plate first.

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