Chapter 878 It's So Much Better to Sitting Outside Than Standing Inside
While Mag was explaining to Phyllis, she continued to visit the beef shop. Phyllis listened seriously, and she was completely used to the taste and scene of the vegetable market. She would ask questions when she didn’t understand, and Mag would also ask questions. Answer them one by one.
After visiting five beef shops in a row, Mag only bought two pieces of beef brains that he liked, and said with a smile: "It's not bad if you can find two pieces at the vegetable market at noon, but it's enough for practice." .”
"Then when is the best time to come to the vegetable market?" Phyllis asked curiously.
Mag replied with a smile: "Naturally, the morning is the most suitable, when the ingredients are the freshest. But the real experts come in the early morning, when these bosses just start working, you can see that a whole cow is What kind, what is the quality, and the ingredients that have just been slaughtered are taken away immediately and stored for later use, it must be the best."
"Brother is also an expert. As soon as the lights were turned on in the vegetable market in the early morning, the people in charge of purchasing from restaurants, big and small, were guarding outside. Before the cow was killed, someone had already fixed the position first. Good things like kidneys, if you don't I really can't buy it early." The owner of the beef shop beside him said with a smile.
"Do you need to come to the vegetable market in the early morning for a piece of fresh ingredients..." Phyllis felt a little unbelievable, and looked at Mag with more and more admiration. With Mag's attitude towards food, there must be some people among those people. he.
"Ingredients are the basis of a dish. Even if a chef can make delicious food with inferior ingredients, the dish must be imperfect in his mind." Mag nodded.
"Does the excellent ingredients mean expensive and very precious ingredients?" Phyllis asked again.
Mag shook his head slightly and said: "Excellent ingredients are not about chasing price and cherishing. It is meaningless to put phoenix eggs in egg fried rice for ordinary people. For a restaurant, suitableness is more important than preciousness. In the restaurant positioning , looking for the best ingredients at this price, this is the basic ability of an excellent chef."
"Locate the best ingredients in the price..." Phyllis realized something.
There are many kinds of vegetables in the vegetable market, common vegetables such as radishes, cabbage, and green vegetables, such as monkey head vegetables, overlord vegetables... and other vegetables that are unique to other worlds also opened his eyes, but he didn't think about making them for a while. What vegetables are suitable.
The system's phrase "If you don't have the conditions, you have to create the conditions" has already made it very clear. For the number one vegetable list, he can only rely on himself.
The system probably wanted to test his originality.
He still can't do such a shameful thing as dancing to the Pure Land of Bliss in front of the restaurant in women's clothing.
Mag has all the vegetable varieties in mind,
After I go back, I will think about whether there is anything I can do among the dishes I have eaten before. There is no systematic bonus, and there is still pressure.
"Go back, if you can't make a qualified sauce today, you don't need these two pieces of beef." Mag bought some spices at the spice stand, and then brought Phyllis back to the restaurant.
"Are you sure you want to be a chef?" McGonagall tied an apron on herself, stopped at the kitchen door, and asked Phyllis looking back at Phyllis who was putting on the apron.
Phyllis was taken aback for a moment, then nodded solemnly.
"Very good, I hope you can become an excellent chef as soon as possible, so that you can become a regular in advance and your salary will be doubled." Mag said with a smile, and went directly into the kitchen.
"Grilled beef kebabs, the control of the heat needs to be constantly contacted to find the feeling slowly, and before that, the most critical step is the preparation of the sauce."
"Sauce is the soul of grilled beef kebabs. Anyone can grill beef kebabs, but the grilled beef kebabs eaten in a hundred places have a hundred flavors, and the difference lies in the sauce. Therefore, a A good sauce will define the height of your kebab."
Mag laid out the newly bought spices today one by one, looked at Phyllis and said.
"So how should the sauce be prepared?" Phyllis looked at Mag nervously, and she didn't expect to start teaching so soon.
"The sauce I made has three flavors: spicy, soy sauce, and garlic. The beef skewers currently sold in the restaurant also have these three flavors, which can cover the tastes of most customers." Mag smiled Said: "Of course, if you can make more interesting flavors in the future and get the approval of the guests, it is naturally possible, but now you need to follow me to learn how to make these three flavors of sauce, and go deep into it. know all the spices."
"Okay." Phyllis nodded. She seldom adds spices to her dishes, and at most adds a little salt, so she doesn't know much about those spices that exude strange aromas.
Mag put the beef in the refrigerator, and then explained the spices to Phyllis in a leisurely manner.
Of course, the best teachers for chefs are the tongue and nose. After chewing dozens of peppercorns, the flushed Phyllis has a deep understanding of what is spicy.
The goal that Mag set for Phyllis at noon today is sauce-flavored sauce. After telling her in detail the order of adding each spice, the amount of addition and the time interval between each other, Mag went straight out. In the kitchen, hand over the stage to Phyllis.
In order to prepare a sauce that satisfies the system, Mag worked non-stop for dozens of days in the God of Cooking trial ground, so he had no hope that Phyllis could make a sauce that satisfied him in one afternoon. .
He took a pen and paper and put it on the table, and poured himself a pot of tea. Mag sat leisurely, and it was much more refreshing to sit outside than to stand inside.
McGonagall soon began to think about the vegetables he had eaten in his previous life that left a deep impression on him.
"Hot and sour potato shreds, braised bamboo shoots in oil, stewed cabbage in soy sauce, golden corn..." One after another dish floated through Mag's mind, and many of them had indeed brought him surprises. He is not so confident about overwhelming all the restaurants in Yaden Square and topping the list of vegetables.
"Which one should I choose?" Mag was thinking, undecided, and suddenly raised his eyes to look into the kitchen, and his eyes couldn't help but widen.
In the kitchen, spices flew up from the bag, forming a line, spinning around Phyllis quickly, like a ribbon, very magical.
A light blue light enveloped Phyllis's body, her eyes were tightly closed, as if she was meditating.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes.
Spices flew out from the ribbon, and landed precisely on the bowl in front of her. The soy sauce bottle floated up, the lid opened automatically, and then poured a little, more bottles and jars were opened, and all kinds of spices were arranged in an orderly manner. into the big bowl.
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