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

In such a large dining hall, the kitchen space provided for chefs can be divided into several grades. The kitchen space of chefs with large size and large number of people is tens or even hundreds of square meters, while the area of chefs like McGonagall and kalulu is more than ten square meters, which is almost a standard small kitchen.

McGonagall's kitchen is in the most corner. The kitchen utensils are well placed, and the position on the stove is just full. McGonagall looks at his watch. It's still early, so he's not in a hurry to start cooking.

He doesn't care much about the size of the kitchen. It's just the right size for him to operate by himself. It's almost like being in his own kitchen.

Karulu and his son have already made preparations. Although there will be a lot of pickled cucumbers in a while, they are ready-made. What they have to do is to set the plate, so they are not in a hurry.

McGonagall chatted with the three friendly looking fathers and sons.

Small area kitchen is located in the northwest corner of the whole dining hall, but there are not many people here. When the chefs look up to this side, they have a sense of disdain.

If there is a disdain chain among the chefs in this dining hall, the cold dish chefs who are small in number and difficult to get on the stage are obviously at the bottom of the disdain chain.

Kaluru seldom finds a brother who is in love with each other. He is also very happy to talk to MEG. This feeling of equal dialogue makes him feel comfortable.

"Brother McGonagall, look at the biggest kitchen in the north. The chef who occupies that place is Bilman, who is known as the first chef of the Los empire. As the first chef of the Royal Palace, he is responsible for the daily diet of his majesty, and during this birthday, he will be responsible for 70% of the food on the tables of the king and important guests, The remaining three talents choose from the dishes made by other chefs present. " Karulu said with a bit of bitterness.

"Will your pickles be chosen?"

"So far, there is no clear menu, but this kind of thing is like pie in the sky. Let's not expect too much. There are so many chefs. If one dish is chosen on the king's table, it will last forever. " Karrou sighed and shook his head.

After a pause, kaluru looked at MEG and comforted him: "but don't be discouraged. You are still young, and the future is yours. Maybe when the king's birthday just wants to eat cold dishes, you will be selected, and you will become the best cold dish chef in the whole continent."

"I haven't learned how to make cold dishes yet..." McGonagall thought in his heart. This uncle is really funny. The two little fat men put in a word or two from time to time. It doesn't seem boring.

Cooking is also a quack.

Bilman, the leader of the Wulin alliance, has an unshakable position.

Those chefs who have the signature dishes and know that they can stably serve the dishes to the king's table are the famous ones in the river and lake, and they have great strength.

And those who have a unique skill and have the opportunity to bring their own dishes to the king's table are all powerful rookies in the river and lake. Their strength is not weak, and they are only a little less lucky from the upper position.

As for people like kaluru, they belong to the group of people who are waving flags and shouting under the stage.

Anyway, how is the fight on the stage? That is to say, it's impossible for a Wulin leader to fall on him. I'm very optimistic.

"Wheat, I hate to see you too late. If I knew you earlier, I would not be so bored here a few years ago." Kaluru patted MEG on the shoulder with a happy face.

"Look at that cucumber photographer. He finally moved forward from the last position this time, but what does that guy do? There is only one person. Is there a simpler way to shoot cucumbers in the world? "

"It's not that there are peanuts, ha ha ha!"

McGonagall and karulu are talking, but there is a burst of laughter coming from the nearby stalls, and the voice is not taboo.

Ruruka said angrily, "these guys! It's a cold dish, but I have to pretend to be more advanced! "

"The cold dishes they made are not as delicious as the pickled cucumbers made by their father. It's because they can make one more cold dish and bring two more people." Rukaka followed suit.

"Well, don't tell them the same thing." Kaluru waved his hand, looked at MEG and said with relief, "brother MEG, don't be sad. You are still young. Just make a good cold dish, and then make three cold dishes for them to see. Nandeli and sivar are old guys. They don't have any other skills except hitting young people with their mouths. "

"Well, I'm fine." McGonagall nodded, feeling warm. This fat uncle is really warm.

Nandeli and sivar's words also attracted a lot of eyes to MEG. It was the first time that someone would come here to offer food for the king's birthday.

However, since he was placed in the last corner of the kitchen, it made people take back their eyes. Even pickled cucumbers were in front of him. What's to look forward to? This guy with a beautiful kitchen utensils in the kitchen is mostly just for fun.

The inexplicably despised MEG is still calm. Anyway, he doesn't need the approval of these guys. Speaking with delicious food is the best way for a chef to fight back.

Kaluru was relieved to see McGonagall's stable mentality. It was not that there had never been a collapse of the chef's mentality before. He failed to play a normal level and ruined his career. He took a look at the time and said with a smile: "OK, brother McGonagall, we are going to start to set the table. You only have one person. Remember to watch the time and don't miss it."

"Well, I'm going to get ready, too." MEG smiles and nods.

"Uncle McGonagall, are you really going to make peanuts? Salty or sweet? " Ruruka asked curiously.

MEG laughed and shook his head. "I don't make peanuts, but I like salty ones."

"Come on, son of a bitch, set up the dishes quickly. We're going to set up 200 dishes." Kalulu gently hit luluka on the head and urged him to take out a large pot of pickled cucumbers and start loading them.

McGonagall had a curious look. The pickled cucumber, which was cut into long strips, was neatly placed on the plate. The light gold sauce was stained on it, and a little green coriander was dotted on the edge of the plate. It looked fresh and delicious. If it was accompanied by a bowl of porridge, it would be very delicious.

Taking his eyes back, McGonagall ordered the waiter standing not far away to start slaughtering the Huolie chicken. Then he took a knife from the knife rest and began to deal with all kinds of side dishes.

Stewed chicken needs to be stewed for a long time, so it must be prepared in advance.

"Father, you see, uncle McGonagall doesn't really make peanuts. He wants to make chickens!"

Rukaka looked at the fiery chicken carried by the two waiters with a surprised look on his face.