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

Rukaka's voice was a little shrill, because he was too surprised, so he didn't control the volume well, which attracted some unpleasant eyes.

People's eyes fell on McGonagall's kitchen, just to see buy a fresh slaughtered chicken leg from a waiter's hand, sharp knife light skinned chicken, and then cut the chicken into the same size diamond pieces.

So big a chicken leg, almost instantly turned into a pile of chicken and a clean chicken bone.

Excellent knife work is the basic skill of a chef. There are many chefs who can cut the food into fine hair, so they are not surprised by McGonagall's knife work.

What really surprised everyone was the drumstick of the fiery chicken.

MEG has only one person, not even a chef. How can he be qualified to cook meat?

Nandley, who was busy directing several apprentices to divide the dishes, frowned at Meg's direction and said, "this guy's ingredients are not wrong, are they? How can you send him such a big chicken leg? Shouldn't we send two peanuts? "

Sivar said with a scornful smile: "the wrong food delivery and random cooking are all to be driven out of the palace. I think most of him is to make a cold chicken. However, I've been making cold dishes for decades, and I've never heard that chicken can also be cold mixed. This guy is really miserable. If the minister is not satisfied with it, he won't even lose his head? "

The other cooks also laughed one after another, and there was no lack of sarcastic words.

It's just like someone else's martial arts master on the stage. Under the stage, a guy who was waving a small flag suddenly said that he wanted to fight on the stage.

At this time, the real masters on the stage may not say anything. On the contrary, the minions who are also waving the small flag will rush up and drown you with saliva.

McGonagall is a man who has been baptized by innumerable swearing messages. This degree of irony is not worth mentioning.

Karroulu also looked at McGonagall with some worry and said, "brother McGonagall, what are you doing? Can chicken really be served cold

"Cold chicken is also a good dish, but I made braised chicken today." MEG smiles and shakes his head. He puts the chicken in the casserole and stews it first. Then he says to the waiter, "please help me to bring the ten killing grass carp and the beef tenderloin I asked for."

"All right." The waiter left quickly. Although there was only one man, he was the chef appointed by his Royal Highness the second prince. This alone was worthy of his good service.

"Besides chicken, uncle McGonagall also makes fish and beef?" Luruka's face was even more surprised.

Although their restaurant is famous for pickled cucumbers, it doesn't only make pickled cucumbers, but it can only make one pickled cucumber for the king's birthday every year.

"How could that be?" Nandley looked at McGonagall in disbelief. He had been serving the king's birthday for more than 20 years. It took him ten years to climb from one dish to two. As for the third dish, he had placed his hope on his son.

But McGonagall came alone, and for the first time, and was going to cook three courses, each of which was meat?

This kind of feeling is like a guy who obviously started decades later than you, but in the twinkling of an eye to go ahead of you, and is far ahead, even have no hope of catching up.

Nandley suddenly thought of something and sneered: "hum! Three dishes, I'm going to cook them by myself? If you can be selected, you have to make at least 30 copies. One person can't finish it at all. I'll see how you'll end up. I don't expect to see you again in the future. "

Karroulu looked at MEG with a worried face, "brother MEG, three dishes, can you be busy alone? This dish on the king's birthday is no better than we can fool around in the shop. If we mess it up, we'll lose our heads. "

"There should be no problem. I'm doing it alone in the restaurant." McGonagall replied with a smile. It's only ten people. It's not a problem for him at all.

Seeing that McGonagall was not in a hurry, kaluru was a little relieved and said, "then you have to hold fast. If you need to, you can always say that I'll send a boy to fight you."

"Good." MEG nodded.

Ten scaly Unicorn grass carp were sent to McGonagall. McGonagall was not going to let others interfere in the process of bone removal.

The people who come to the palace banquet today are not in a low position. If they get stuck in the throat by fishbone, they can't die, but most of them have to ask the chef for trouble. Of course, they have to be careful.

Fish bones of different sizes were extracted from the fish by MEG. Ten fish were quickly boned and salted to one side. The fresh sirloin was also cut into pieces of steak of uniform size and thickness by MEG, and beaten soft with a small wooden hammer.

"I'm really reluctant to use such top-level ingredients for those guys." He took out a bottle of red wine from the box and shook his head, but then he thought, "but Irene and Amy should be able to eat it. It's a pity that I didn't hear her praise yesterday. I don't know if she will say anything today."

"Bo ~"

There was a crisp sound when the cork was pulled out.

The deep red wine is poured into the plate where the steaks are placed. The strong aroma of wine is like a bomb in the deep sea, which instantly covers many flavors and penetrates into people's noses.

"What a nice wine taste

"Does anyone use a special wine from buffet winery in the ingredients?"

"No, it's more fragrant than the special wine of buffet chateau. Did you get the tugon? This is cheating

The chefs around were in a bit of a commotion, looking left and right, trying to find out that it was almost cheating. Then their eyes focused on MEG, who was holding a wine bottle and pouring wine slowly in the corner. They were all stunned.

This corner is almost the same as the cold dish area. How can anyone use wine? Does it mean that he plans to use red wine to make cold dishes?

"Who is this one man chef? What would you like to cook? " These two questions have become the doubts of many chefs around. If they were not busy with their work, most of them would have been inquired about curiously.

Of course, in most people's minds, McGonagall's practice is still just a joke. When he is chosen by thousands of people, he should treat it like this. Maybe he will become the most tragic chef of this year.

Karroulu looked at MEG with a worried face. "Is it really satisfying for the king and the ministers to cook with wine? I hope the McGonagall brothers are not serious. They are really playing with fire. "

McGonagall is now completely immersed in his own food world, with serious expression, quick action and no worry. He is elegant like a painter waving a paintbrush, stewed chicken, spicy grilled fish and black pepper steak in an orderly way.

Chefs have begun to serve their dishes one after another, especially the earliest cold dishes, which have almost been served.

Nandley, sivar and their disciples, who would be free, all looked at MEG with a smile, and even bet that Meg's food would be for the maids, without concealing their irony.

Karulu and his son, who had finished the meeting, sat and watched MEG anxiously.

"Mr. McGonagall, please serve the first course for the king."

Just then, a waiter led ten beautiful young maids Yingying to Meg's kitchen and said with a smile.