Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

"It seems to be more even." When he finished cutting the 20th bamboo shoot, MEG picked up two pieces of bamboo shoots, compared them carefully in front of his eyes for a while, and nodded with satisfaction.

Looking down at the bamboo shoots piled on one side, he can't help feeling: "it's not easy to be a cook. I already have the most standard knife in my mind, but I've practiced it for so long to achieve this level. Those who start from scratch will have to practice for many years."

He felt a little embarrassed for the first time when he thought of the comments he had written by the chefs before. Now these comments have become the standard for him to complete the task, and it's self fulfilling.

"System, if I follow this speed, it will take me a few weeks just to practice knife work. It's impossible to finish the task in three days, isn't it?" MEG stopped and asked in his heart.

"In the kitchen god test field, the ratio of time to the outside world is 365:1. The host spends one year in the test field, and the outside time is only one day. Moreover, the host does not need sleep and rest in the kitchen god space, and the body will not be tired. The food materials can be unlimited. I hope the host can have a firm heart of the kitchen god, complete the task as soon as possible, and walk out of the kitchen god test field." The system sounds.

"And this kind of operation?" McGonagall was a little surprised, even the proportion of time can be adjusted, this kitchen god test field is really amazing. However, being locked up in this closed kitchen, even the sense of fatigue disappears, and people who are not determined will soon go crazy.

"No, I'll go out before Amy wakes up tomorrow morning and make her the perfect Yangzhou fried rice for breakfast." MEG put down the anxiety in her heart. This is her promise to Amy, which must be fulfilled. She took a look at the date table and continued to cut bamboo shoots with a kitchen knife.

Now he has four months to work without sleep. If he works eight hours, he will have one year to learn Yangzhou fried rice. Moreover, he has a perfect experience in his mind, and the time is absolutely enough.

McGonagall has forgotten the time. Under his hands, bamboo shoots are transformed from massive pieces into uniform slices, then into uniform filaments, and then cut into small grains the size of rice grains. They are more and more skillful and more handy.

From bamboo shoots to mushrooms to ham and prawns, McGonagall's choice of food materials is from easy to difficult. With the increase of his proficiency, his knife work is also improving rapidly. With the mutual verification of his experience, his progress can be described as rapid. Even the prawns are easily peeled in his hands, and then cut into grains the size of rice grains.

When the time on the wall came to the 100th day, Jiang Hong put the fried rice in the pot into the plate neatly with a spoon, put down the pot and turned off the fire at the same time, with a confident smile on his face, "system, this time should be ok?"

Yangzhou fried rice just came out of the pot. The rice with clear grains is perfectly wrapped with a layer of golden eggs. Green peas, white prawns, gray mushrooms, red ham... All kinds of colors are perfectly integrated into a plate. The color is not messy at all. On the contrary, it makes people feel bright and harmonious.

At the top, a handful of green scallions were sprinkled, which added to the cake. The fragrance of all kinds of food mixed together made Meg's throat roll.

The system was silent for a while, and then said: "according to the previous standard of the host:

1. The rice grains are clear, and each one is perfectly wrapped with eggs. reach!

2. The color is bright, harmonious and appetizing. reach!

3. The taste is delicate, delicious, moderate soft and hard, fragrant, moist and refreshing. reach!

4. The fragrance is attractive and has a certain degree of recognition. reach!

The four standards were achieved at the same time. Congratulations to the host society for authentic Yangzhou fried rice, completing the task and obtaining a + 0.5 reward for physical fitness. At the same time, it will unlock the purchasing authority of the ingredients needed for Yangzhou fried rice and the use authority of the corresponding kitchenware. "

McGonagall clenched his fist, and a sense of achievement came into being. Looking at the Yangzhou fried rice in front of him, he felt like tears.

I don't know when it was the last time I tried so hard to accomplish something. As expected, the feeling of achieving the goal is the most comfortable and enjoyable.

Of course, the most exciting thing for him is that he can finally make Yangzhou fried rice for Amy himself, which is full of color, fragrance and flavor. Thinking of the cute appearance of the little guy when he eats, he is full of expectations.

"System, can I have a taste of Yangzhou fried rice?" Looking at the Yangzhou fried rice, McGonagall, who had no sense of hunger after entering the kitchen god testing ground, suddenly felt a little hungry.

"The host will automatically exit the kitchen god test field in five minutes." The system said.

"Five minutes, that's enough!" MEG quickly took a spoon from the cabinet, dug a spoon of fried rice from the plate and put it in his mouth. He just chewed a few times and his eyes lit up.

The fragrance of scallion and egg comes to my nostrils. The taste of shrimp and ham cut into rice grains is so delicate. The rice wrapped in eggs is full of sweet taste after chewing. The taste of various food materials melts in my mouth, constantly impacting the taste buds. Until I swallow it, the fragrance still fills my mouth.

It's delicious!

He discovered for the first time that Yangzhou fried rice could be so delicious!

A spoonful is not enough. MEG almost finished the whole bowl of fried rice and licked back the last piece of rice wrapped with eggs on his lips. At the same time, he was satisfied with the urge to have another bowl. It's too appetizing.

"Such Yangzhou fried rice, millet will like to eat, as for the Noah mainland food, certainly no one can resist this taste." Putting down the spoon, McGonagall recalled the wonderful experience of this bowl of Yangzhou fried rice. The depressing mood brought by doing one thing repeatedly for a hundred days suddenly became clear and bright.

Five minutes soon arrived. Jiang Hong only felt the white light in front of him. When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the big bed. He suddenly sat up and looked at Amy who was sleeping soundly on the pink little bed beside him. The dreamy feeling in his heart slowly settled down.

Then I looked at my hands in surprise and clenched my fist. It was the same feeling as in the kitchen god auditorium. My body, which was unable to clench my fist before, has been greatly improved. There is no problem in my normal activities and cooking.

"The system is really reliable." MEG got up from the bed, moved his hands and feet, looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was already five o'clock in the morning, looked down at his dirty clothes, walked to the front of the wardrobe and opened the wardrobe. As a result, there was only a set of chef's clothes and a set of black Lori skirt inside. The chef's clothes made of white lined shirt had two rows of exquisite black buttons and black casual pants, There is also a black and white vertical apron, a small white pantyhose, a pair of black flat shoes, a pair of small white shoes, clean and simple.

McGonagall took his clothes to the bathroom, took a careful bath, and then cut his wild brown curly hair into neat short hair with scissors. After cutting his beard with scissors, he shaved it clean with a razor, leaving only a light moustache on his upper lip.

"Sure enough, this is the right opening position." McGonagall reached out and touched his angular face. He looked at himself in the mirror and turned his mouth slightly. After cleaning up, he successfully transformed from a slovenly tramp into a temperament type light uncle.

This is eight points similar to his previous life. The difference is his body shape. Now his skin and bones look too weak. Next, it's time to eat enough and do more muscle building exercises.

After narcissism, McGonagall changed into the chef's suit. After clean up, the appearance in the mirror looks like a chef.

"Hello, boss Mai." McGonagall said to himself in the mirror seriously. On second thought, he couldn't help laughing again: "or boss Alex?"