Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad
Chapter 217
Constantly cooking, and then overthrowing, McGonagall has always maintained a serious attitude, not the slightest by the system of venomous comments hit.
"Amy will love this stew. She can eat a lot of meat." McGonagall thought to himself that the movement of his hands was more fluid.
As time passed on the wall, McGonagall's expression became more and more calm, holding a spoon in one hand and a pot in the other. It seemed that McGonagall had been perfectly integrated with them.
Turn off the fire and get out of the pot. A golden and fragrant stewed chicken rice under the light was easily carried by MEG and put on the brighter washing table. Then he put a bowl of moonlit rice with perfect water on the side and said with a smile: "system, what about this time?"
The Golden Chicken is evenly colored, with no flaws on the surface. The potatoes are well cooked, the lettuce is still green, and the green peppers and red peppers are interspersed in it. The golden red soup reflects the light, without any greasy feeling.
The air is filled with the rich flavor of chicken and mushrooms, just watching, people can't help but want to swallow.
"According to the original requirements of the host for stewed chicken rice, the following three points are determined:
Yipin soup has bright red color, waxy taste, mellow taste, rich but not greasy taste and endless aftertaste!
Second grade meat, golden color, smooth and tender meat, delicious, after swallowing, lips and teeth fragrance - achieve!
Sanpinmi, with strong aroma, tenacity and sweet taste, has reached the goal!
The three requirements were achieved at the same time, and the host was happy to learn how to make stewed chicken rice and complete the task. " The system sounds.
"But that's it." McGonagall curled his lips and felt a sense of accomplishment. Although he felt that there was something left to say in the system, he didn't pay attention to it. After looking at the time on the wall, he had spent 80 days pursuing perfection in details. It was really the most time-consuming and energy consuming thing.
"The host has ten minutes to taste this stewed chicken rice, and ten minutes later, it will be sent out of the kitchen god testing ground." The system sounds again.
"Well? Why is it so good this time? " McGonagall's eyebrow picking is a bit unexpected. In the past, he asked the system to give him some time to eat. Unexpectedly, this time, the system asked McGonagall to sit down and eat slowly.
The system didn't answer. It was silent.
"Well, it's hard to make a perfect stewed chicken. Of course, you have to taste the first one yourself." McGonagall said to himself. He took a spoon and a pair of chopsticks from the cupboard. He picked up a piece of chicken and cut it into rhombus. The chicken can perfectly absorb the flavor of seasoning and soup. The golden surface is stained with a layer of red juice and slowly fed to his mouth.
As soon as he entered the restaurant, McGonagall's eyes suddenly lit up. The soup wrapped outside the chicken nuggets contained a strong flavor of chicken soup and mushroom. The wonderful taste made the long silent taste buds suddenly usher in a carnival. It was like falling into the package of chicken soup and mushroom.
When you bite the chicken, it's tender and fresh. It's a bit more chewy than the well cooked stewed meat, but it doesn't show any aging and firewood. The flavor of seasoning and mushrooms has penetrated into the meat perfectly, and the fresh flavor has reached a new level. After swallowing it, it's fragrant.
"The taste is superb, the taste is excellent, top grade!" McGonagall looked at the stewed chicken in front of him. Although he made it himself, he couldn't help praising it.
The left hand picked up a spoon and took a spoonful of soup to drink. The delicious flavor of chicken soup was promoted to the extreme by the best mushroom. After a mouthful, I just felt that the pores of the whole body were opened, nourishing the whole body warm and comfortable.
Finally, scoop up a spoonful of rice, each crystal rice has a small moon, emitting a faint fragrance, fed to the mouth, taste with a bit of toughness, and bite open the small moon, the fragrance is more rich, and the more chewing the sweeter, the taste is excellent!
"It's so delicious!" McGonagall has chopsticks, spoons, stewed chicken and rice. He can't stop at all. The flavor of the side dishes is excellent, especially the mushroom. After fully absorbing the chicken soup, it tastes smooth and fragrant.
After eating half a bowl of rice, McGonagall picked up the casserole bowl and poured half of the soup into the bowl. After mixing, it turned into soup rice.
A spoon down, as if to see the true meaning of life, this is the right way to open stewed chicken rice ah!
After eating a bowl, McGonagall added another bowl of rice. Until the two bowls were completely empty, McGonagall contentedly put down the spoon and chopsticks in his hand and belched happily.
With a flash of light, McGonagall was put out of the kitchen god testing ground. However, this time, McGonagall did not open his eyes, but chose to continue to sleep. This stewed chicken and rice meal is really satisfying.
At five o'clock the next day, McGonagall was woken up by the alarm clock. He reached out to turn off the alarm clock. McGonagall sat up and looked at Amy, who was still asleep. Then his eyes fell to the edge of the bed and grabbed the ugly duckling with his two little claws.
Does this little guy fall like this every day? McGonagall was a little puzzled.
"Meow ~" the duckling turned to MEG for help, but as soon as he called, he fell to the ground and lay on his back, unable to look up to the sky.
"Why don't you make yourself a cot?" MEG got up from the bed, reached for the ugly duckling, and said with a smile, this little guy is kicked out of bed by Amy every day. It's really pitiful.
The ugly duckling looked at Amy and MEG, hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head, pointed his paw at Amy, opened his mouth and called twice.
"Well, it's your decision." McGonagall said with a helpless smile, but the choice for the ugly duckling is still very warm.
Amy abused it thousands of times. It treated her as if she had seen it for the first time. It was probably the eye of the broken shell.
Put the ugly duckling beside Amy, Amy turned over, put it in her arms naturally, and muttered: "ugly duckling, where have you been..."
The ugly duckling licked her little hand, found a comfortable position, closed her eyes and went to sleep.
McGonagall covered the two little guys with quilts and took clean clothes to wash. Yesterday's delicious bowl of stewed chicken and rice made him unforgettable. Today, of course, he wanted to make another one. After all, yesterday promised Amy to make a delicious dish with a lot of meat for her.
Thinking about the little guy's happy eating the stewed chicken, Meg's mood also became cheerful. He went downstairs to the kitchen, but stopped at the kitchen door.
"System, did you forget something?" McGonagall asked tentatively, looking at the lone Chinese kitchen knife on the turret and the same stove as last night.
"No," he said The system answers calmly.
"What about my knife? Where's my pot? Where's my big chicken leg? " MEG opened the door of the refrigerator, and there was no big chicken leg in it.
"Congratulations to the host, San Lian Wen triggers a new task! Please capture a wild Flamingo within 24 hours! Note, capture yourself, not buy! Task success reward: a Phnom Penh kitchen knife! Unlock the ingredients and cooking utensils for stewed chicken. Task failure penalty: - 0.5 physical fitness points. " The system sounds.
"Amy will love this stew. She can eat a lot of meat." McGonagall thought to himself that the movement of his hands was more fluid.
As time passed on the wall, McGonagall's expression became more and more calm, holding a spoon in one hand and a pot in the other. It seemed that McGonagall had been perfectly integrated with them.
Turn off the fire and get out of the pot. A golden and fragrant stewed chicken rice under the light was easily carried by MEG and put on the brighter washing table. Then he put a bowl of moonlit rice with perfect water on the side and said with a smile: "system, what about this time?"
The Golden Chicken is evenly colored, with no flaws on the surface. The potatoes are well cooked, the lettuce is still green, and the green peppers and red peppers are interspersed in it. The golden red soup reflects the light, without any greasy feeling.
The air is filled with the rich flavor of chicken and mushrooms, just watching, people can't help but want to swallow.
"According to the original requirements of the host for stewed chicken rice, the following three points are determined:
Yipin soup has bright red color, waxy taste, mellow taste, rich but not greasy taste and endless aftertaste!
Second grade meat, golden color, smooth and tender meat, delicious, after swallowing, lips and teeth fragrance - achieve!
Sanpinmi, with strong aroma, tenacity and sweet taste, has reached the goal!
The three requirements were achieved at the same time, and the host was happy to learn how to make stewed chicken rice and complete the task. " The system sounds.
"But that's it." McGonagall curled his lips and felt a sense of accomplishment. Although he felt that there was something left to say in the system, he didn't pay attention to it. After looking at the time on the wall, he had spent 80 days pursuing perfection in details. It was really the most time-consuming and energy consuming thing.
"The host has ten minutes to taste this stewed chicken rice, and ten minutes later, it will be sent out of the kitchen god testing ground." The system sounds again.
"Well? Why is it so good this time? " McGonagall's eyebrow picking is a bit unexpected. In the past, he asked the system to give him some time to eat. Unexpectedly, this time, the system asked McGonagall to sit down and eat slowly.
The system didn't answer. It was silent.
"Well, it's hard to make a perfect stewed chicken. Of course, you have to taste the first one yourself." McGonagall said to himself. He took a spoon and a pair of chopsticks from the cupboard. He picked up a piece of chicken and cut it into rhombus. The chicken can perfectly absorb the flavor of seasoning and soup. The golden surface is stained with a layer of red juice and slowly fed to his mouth.
As soon as he entered the restaurant, McGonagall's eyes suddenly lit up. The soup wrapped outside the chicken nuggets contained a strong flavor of chicken soup and mushroom. The wonderful taste made the long silent taste buds suddenly usher in a carnival. It was like falling into the package of chicken soup and mushroom.
When you bite the chicken, it's tender and fresh. It's a bit more chewy than the well cooked stewed meat, but it doesn't show any aging and firewood. The flavor of seasoning and mushrooms has penetrated into the meat perfectly, and the fresh flavor has reached a new level. After swallowing it, it's fragrant.
"The taste is superb, the taste is excellent, top grade!" McGonagall looked at the stewed chicken in front of him. Although he made it himself, he couldn't help praising it.
The left hand picked up a spoon and took a spoonful of soup to drink. The delicious flavor of chicken soup was promoted to the extreme by the best mushroom. After a mouthful, I just felt that the pores of the whole body were opened, nourishing the whole body warm and comfortable.
Finally, scoop up a spoonful of rice, each crystal rice has a small moon, emitting a faint fragrance, fed to the mouth, taste with a bit of toughness, and bite open the small moon, the fragrance is more rich, and the more chewing the sweeter, the taste is excellent!
"It's so delicious!" McGonagall has chopsticks, spoons, stewed chicken and rice. He can't stop at all. The flavor of the side dishes is excellent, especially the mushroom. After fully absorbing the chicken soup, it tastes smooth and fragrant.
After eating half a bowl of rice, McGonagall picked up the casserole bowl and poured half of the soup into the bowl. After mixing, it turned into soup rice.
A spoon down, as if to see the true meaning of life, this is the right way to open stewed chicken rice ah!
After eating a bowl, McGonagall added another bowl of rice. Until the two bowls were completely empty, McGonagall contentedly put down the spoon and chopsticks in his hand and belched happily.
With a flash of light, McGonagall was put out of the kitchen god testing ground. However, this time, McGonagall did not open his eyes, but chose to continue to sleep. This stewed chicken and rice meal is really satisfying.
At five o'clock the next day, McGonagall was woken up by the alarm clock. He reached out to turn off the alarm clock. McGonagall sat up and looked at Amy, who was still asleep. Then his eyes fell to the edge of the bed and grabbed the ugly duckling with his two little claws.
Does this little guy fall like this every day? McGonagall was a little puzzled.
"Meow ~" the duckling turned to MEG for help, but as soon as he called, he fell to the ground and lay on his back, unable to look up to the sky.
"Why don't you make yourself a cot?" MEG got up from the bed, reached for the ugly duckling, and said with a smile, this little guy is kicked out of bed by Amy every day. It's really pitiful.
The ugly duckling looked at Amy and MEG, hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head, pointed his paw at Amy, opened his mouth and called twice.
"Well, it's your decision." McGonagall said with a helpless smile, but the choice for the ugly duckling is still very warm.
Amy abused it thousands of times. It treated her as if she had seen it for the first time. It was probably the eye of the broken shell.
Put the ugly duckling beside Amy, Amy turned over, put it in her arms naturally, and muttered: "ugly duckling, where have you been..."
The ugly duckling licked her little hand, found a comfortable position, closed her eyes and went to sleep.
McGonagall covered the two little guys with quilts and took clean clothes to wash. Yesterday's delicious bowl of stewed chicken and rice made him unforgettable. Today, of course, he wanted to make another one. After all, yesterday promised Amy to make a delicious dish with a lot of meat for her.
Thinking about the little guy's happy eating the stewed chicken, Meg's mood also became cheerful. He went downstairs to the kitchen, but stopped at the kitchen door.
"System, did you forget something?" McGonagall asked tentatively, looking at the lone Chinese kitchen knife on the turret and the same stove as last night.
"No," he said The system answers calmly.
"What about my knife? Where's my pot? Where's my big chicken leg? " MEG opened the door of the refrigerator, and there was no big chicken leg in it.
"Congratulations to the host, San Lian Wen triggers a new task! Please capture a wild Flamingo within 24 hours! Note, capture yourself, not buy! Task success reward: a Phnom Penh kitchen knife! Unlock the ingredients and cooking utensils for stewed chicken. Task failure penalty: - 0.5 physical fitness points. " The system sounds.
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