Chapter 879 No, This Time Is Perfect

"Damn it! System, someone is hacking here!"

Mag was shocked for a long time, and then couldn't help but swear in his heart.

The element of wind surrounded Phyllis's body, sifted out the spices one by one, and then added them to the large bowl in front of her. Whether it was the spices surrounding her body or the seasonings floating in the air with the lid opened, everything It looks like a miracle.

"If she is my host, she must be very worry-free." The system sighed leisurely.

Mag: "..."

Although I don't know how effective it is, Felice Lu's move still calmed Mag, and... a little envious: "Sure enough, mages look more handsome than swordsmen!"

Five minutes later, all the spices fell back into the spice bag, and the bottles and jars also fell back to their original positions gently.

Phyllis looked in surprise at the tan thick sauce in the big bowl in front of her. The slight aroma was already blowing over her face, and it seemed to be no different from the bowl that Mag prepared before.

"Is it finished?" Mag walked into the kitchen, and the mellow aroma of the sauce came to his nostrils. When he sniffed carefully, he could still feel the layers of this aroma. The aroma of the sauce was full and distinct. Judging from the aroma alone, It's already top-notch.

"Yes, please judge." Phyllis looked at McGonagall nervously, and her little hands unconsciously pinched the hem of the skirt.

Mag stepped forward. In the large bowl of porcelain white, the tan sauce looked very thick. After stirring, it left some swirl-like lines, which looked a bit like a milk cap. You could see the flavor of various spices and seasonings. The fusion is perfect.

"The fragrance is acceptable, and the color is acceptable." Mag nodded, took a chopstick from the side, dipped it in the sauce lightly, then licked it with the tip of his tongue, and closed his eyes.

The aroma of soy sauce smears on the tip of the tongue, bringing an extremely mellow taste. The taste of soy sauce is combined with various spices to become more mellow, and it also brings a richer sense of layering. The rich aroma is released, which is fascinating .

But... something seems to be missing?

Mag's brows were slightly frowned. It had to be said that Phyllis was definitely a genius to be able to make this level of sauce just after watching his demonstration and the specific amount of ingredients.

After all, even after he got a perfect experience package, the sauce he prepared for the first time made it difficult for him to taste it.

but,

This seemingly good sauce gave him a strange feeling that something was missing.

Phyllis looked at Mag with some anxiety, and when she saw him frown, her heart jumped into her throat.

Although she didn't expect to pass it the first time, she was still a little nervous if she could reach that level.

Mag didn't open his eyes, but licked the chopsticks again.

In the quiet kitchen, Phyllis' nervous breathing could be heard. The ugly duckling lying on the counter looked up curiously, then slumped on the counter again, unable to arouse interest.

After five minutes of silence, Mag opened his eyes, put down his chopsticks, looked at Phyllis and said, "Did you use magic when stirring?"

Phyllis quickly said: "Yes... yes, I use a small air column to rotate the sauce in the bowl, so that the spices and various seasonings are fully integrated. Is there any problem?"

"No wonder." A smile appeared on Mag's face, and Phyllis, who looked a little nervous, said, "The fusion of spices and seasonings is indeed perfect, but it loses the soul of this sauce."

"Have you lost your soul?" Phyllis was puzzled and frustrated.

Seeing Phyllis's frustrated face, Mag smiled and said, "It's pretty good to be able to do this for the first time. It was far worse when I first made it. The amount of spices and seasonings and The order is very well controlled, there are almost no flaws and mistakes, and the control is good."

Phyllis' eyes lighted up again.

Mag went on to say: "However, good cooking has a soul, and precision is only the foundation. Some steps are not just for getting results. Only by feeling the changes in cooking with your hands can you inject soul into a dish."

"So... should I give up magic and cook with my hands?" Phyllis was thoughtful.

"No, magician, your talent and advantages allow you to control it precisely. This is the ability that many chefs dream of. How can you give up." Mag smiled and shook his head, pointing to the sauce in front of him: "What do you need to improve?" There is only one place, change the step of wind column stirring to manual stirring, use your hands to feel the change of the sauce, and feel the critical point of the fusion of the sauce with your heart. When you find the critical point, this sauce will also It's perfect."

"Although the wind column is good, the perfect fusion does not mean the perfect sauce. Only the chef's hands can feel this degree."

"Critical point...speed..." Phyllis thought for a while, her eyes lit up, and she suddenly understood where the feeling of harmony came from when she watched Mag cook before. The fit between the pot and the dishes in the pot is a wonderful zero point.

And what she is best at is control, the precise control of ingredients and seasonings, and the pursuit of the ultimate perfection in the cooking process, but she has lost the fun and rhythm of silence.

Mag's words were like a ray of light, allowing her to find her way.

Rigorousness is the attitude of a chef, but the chef's betting on a dish is the soul of the dish.

Mag glanced into Phyllis' eyes, smiled and said, "Try again." Then he turned and left the kitchen.

"Not uniform enough, no."

"The top is clear and the bottom is thick, no."

"no."

...

Mag sat at the table, savored the sauces that Phyllis sent, and then made a brief evaluation.

Although she had been denied all the time, Phyllis was not restless, and quickly returned to the kitchen for the next preparation.

Time passed so quickly, Mag glanced at the clock on the wall, and it was time to start preparing for the evening business again. Just as she was about to get up, Phyllis came out with a bowl of sauce and placed it lightly on the wheat In front of Ge, his expression was calm, but the expectation in his eyes was hard to hide.

Mag looked at the sauce, the thick tan sauce was uniform in color, and the rich sauce aroma hit his face.

He picked up the chopsticks and ordered the sauce, then licked it with the tip of his tongue.

"This taste!"

Mag's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and the plump and mellow sauce bloomed on the tip of the tongue, bringing an incomparably mellow taste. Various spices and seasonings were blended just right, with a distinct layering and endless aftertaste.

"This time... is it also a failure?" Phyllis asked a little nervously.

"No, this time it's perfect." Mag put down his chopsticks and looked at Phyllis as if looking at a treasure.