Chapter 1529 No! Shut Up! Not Me!

The oven door opened, and the spicy and delicious aroma immediately overflowed Kitchen No. 1.

"smell good!"

The eyes of the chefs in the kitchen lit up.

"The spicy smell I can smell is an irresistible aroma. I never thought that a fish would become so fragrant after being put into this square container for such a short period of time. What kind of magic weapon is this?!"

"This is grilled fish? But why is there no grill and charcoal fire? Then how is this fish grilled? And how does it make the aroma so strong and delicious?"

"Gulu."

The smell of grilled fish wafted out, causing an uproar and amazement.

The aroma is so irresistible, even an old chef who has been in the kitchen for decades can't resist it.

Of course, what surprised them even more was McGonagall's cooking method, and the aroma that completely subverted their imagination of grilled fish, it was so aggressive.

"This fragrance..." Heyman was surprised, looked at Mag's back with admiration, and muttered in his heart: "As expected, he is the man who can win the best chef at the banquet of the Los King's Palace where famous chefs gather. .”

"Let's put it over there first." Mag took the grilled fish out of the oven and placed it on the charcoal stove that had been prepared aside. Various vegetarian dishes and hot pot powder had already been spread underneath, and put it on the stove to bake for a while. , can make grilled fish more flavorful, and vegetarian dishes are an indispensable delicacy for grilled fish.

Looking at the steaming grilled fish gurgling on the stove, many orc chefs present swallowed their saliva many times.

"It looks like grilled fish, but why does this grilled fish have soup? Shouldn't grilled fish be as dry as possible?" A chef questioned in a low voice, his face full of puzzlement.

"Hmph, this is an unprofessional grilled fish. A real grilled fish should be crispy to the bite and full of burnt aroma. This kind of soupy fish doesn't deserve to be called grilled fish at all." A stout old man The chef curled his lips and said disdainfully, he is the master chef in charge of grilling fish in the big kitchen.

His words immediately aroused the agreement and approval of many orc chefs, which did not conform to their cognition.

Mag went to the stove and turned on the fire, and began to fry the fish-flavored eggplant.

This dish was the simplest among the dishes made tonight. The spices were stir-fried in an iron pan, and the overflowing aroma soon drew the attention of the chefs.

Stir-frying is not common in this world. Humans are used to stewing food, while orcs prefer grilling.

It was the first time for many chefs present to see the vegetables cut so delicately, and then stir-fried in a strange-looking iron pot.

What made them even more confused was that they couldn't tell what spices Mag had put into the pot. The meaty aroma was so strong that it was not inferior to the previous grilled fish.

The eggplant was stir-fried in the pan, and it didn't take long for the softened eggplant to be wrapped in a layer of bright red juice, and it was served on a plate, full of color and fragrance.

After handing the fish-flavored eggplant to Mia, Mag turned and turned off the fire of the pressure cooker on the side, pressed the button to reduce the pressure, and poured the braised pork in the pot into the black stone pot.

The rich aroma of meat is overflowing, and the aroma of pork is very familiar to orcs, but no one has ever been able to make the aroma of pork so rich and attractive.

"My God... Although I don't know what he cooks, I have never encountered such a delicious food with such an attractive aroma in my life.

"A younger chef swallowed and couldn't help whispering.

"The fragrance is so attractive, the taste will definitely not be bad, this is the truth that Master taught me." A young apprentice nodded his head and echoed.

"No! Shut up! It's not me!" A middle-aged chef behind him blushed.

Although I don't want to admit it, the rich aroma that filled Kitchen No. 1 made many orc chefs who came to see the excitement change their views on Mag.

As a chef, I naturally understand how difficult it is to make food have such an attractive aroma, and there must be no reason why food with such an aroma is not delicious.

Everyone looked at Mag with complicated eyes. A young human chef with countless halos and titles, a chef invited by the chief to be in charge of the main banquet of the dinner, was the man in front of him.

Even an ordinary dinner party has made such delicious and tempting food.

Take out the golden-red beggar chicken from the oven and put it on the tray. Mia takes out the small hammer she carries with her and taps lightly on the center of the mud shell. Fine cracks instantly cover the whole place. Then, with a crisp click sound, the eggshell spread apart like a lotus flower, revealing the golden beggar chicken roasted inside.

"The mud and the chicken are perfectly separated, like an eggshell. I didn't expect there to be such a wonderful way to roast chicken in this world!"

"I didn't expect roasted chicken with yellow mud to be so delicious. I will try it later."

"The aroma of each dish is different, but they are all equally alluring... This guy, isn't he too pretty?"

The smell of roast chicken spread out, causing a commotion again.

The doubts have gradually disappeared. Even the old-fashioned master, surrounded by such an alluring fragrance, really has no confidence to say anything provocative.

"Has Director Heyman had dinner? Would you like to have some together?" Mag asked with a smile as he looked at Heyman who was secretly swallowing.

"I'm too busy today, and I just realized that I haven't eaten late... hiccup." Heyman covered his mouth and smiled awkwardly, "I didn't eat dinner, so I'm hungry and hiccupped. If Mr. McGonagall and If you ladies don't mind, then I'll have the cheek to eat a little bit."

"Uncle Moray, you have to do what you say. If you say it is delicious, eat a little. Don't eat too much, or we will all be hungry." Amy looked at Heyman seriously Said, with a bit of worry on his little face.

"I'm Heyman, not a moray..." Heyman corrected with some dumbfounding. He had already heard about this cute little ancestor who was harmless to humans and animals. The precious apprentice of the God of Flame and the Lord of Frost was a genius. A magical girl, with a noble status, ranks far above his father.

Even the Falk tribe was unwilling to bear the wrath of those two legendary magicians.

"Well, I will restrain myself." Heyman nodded earnestly. He actually had dinner. He only blamed the scent for being too tempting. He didn't want to leave the Falk tribe to taste Mag's cooking skills. It was too precious, even if he only had one bite of each dish, he didn't want to miss this opportunity.

There was a set of tables and chairs in the corner of kitchen No. 1, and Mag didn't bother to bring the dishes to the dining room, so he simply ate them in the kitchen.

Everyone was sitting around the table, and Heyman asked someone to bring a small stool, and carefully sat down at the corner of the table.

"Let's eat." Mag picked up the bowl, and took a mouthful of steaming white rice first. Feeling the soft rice chewing in his mouth, it became sweeter and sweeter, and his mood became happier.

"This grilled fish..." Heyman picked up the chopsticks and stared at the grilled fish in the pot.

The eyes of the chefs also fell on Heyman one after another. The color and aroma were all ready, but the taste would depend on Heyman's tasting.

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