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

McGonagall turned on the fire, turned to look at Phyllis, and said with a smile, "I'm not used to explaining in the process of making food for the guests. It doesn't respect the food and the guests, so you can watch it at noon and see as much as you can understand."

"Yes, yes." Phyllis nodded seriously, her face full of serious expression.

McGonagall didn't say any more. When a spoonful of clear oil was put into the pot, the oil temperature was heated, and spices were put into the pot, the fragrance began to overflow. All kinds of food materials were orderly poured into the pot, and the iron pot and shovel danced in McGonagall's hands, jumping up high, and then falling down, moving freely.

Phyllis was watching. If she used the strictest standards to make her cooking perfect, which ensured the preciseness and stability of the food taste, she would be a bit rigid in that process.

But it's a kind of visual enjoyment to watch McGonagall cook. His vigorous body is almost integrated with the iron pot in his hand. Looking at the heavy black iron pot dancing in his hand, it's like a light feather. The body's movement is a kind of rhythm that people can't help but immerse themselves in.

And this is just the beginning, one pot, two pots, three pots, four pots!

Four pots are operated at the same time. Yangzhou fried rice and black pepper steak are both served at the same time. There are hundreds of Beef Kebabs on one side of the grill. McGonagall swims between the pots, with neat movements.

Fried rice out of the pot, steak set, beef string sprinkled with cumin powder, a delicious food was brought out of the kitchen, to the guests' table.

Phyllis's eyes are more and more bright. If it were her, she would not be able to cook one dish as fast as McGonagall, let alone multitask and cook so many dishes at the same time.

What's more, even if so many delicacies are cooked at one time, each dish still looks perfect. There is no color difference between each other. Just looking at it, it is full of delicious food. The dense fragrance in the air makes her want to swallow after lunch.

The compliments of the guests kept coming from the outside, and their faces were filled with happy smiles, as if only the delicious food in front of them was left in their eyes. Happiness was so simple.

Phyllis doesn't doubt their feelings, because she tasted the delicious food at noon today, which can cure everything.

"I'd like to be such a cook if I could." Phyllis looks at MEG, an idea that never happened to her rises from the bottom of her heart, and then firmly occupies her heart.

From the beginning of knowledge, only princess Irina lived in her life. She studied flower art, studied cooking and learning to knead back. Everything was designed to better serve her royal highness and make her feel comfortable and happy.

Yes, she never thought about what she wanted to do.

In her world, only the princess.

Now, for the first time, she wants to do something for herself.

Maybe I left the forest, or I saw a wider world.

The princess is still important in her heart, but the idea that suddenly surged into her heart is still hard to erase.

To be a chef, a chef who can make dishes for guests, a chef who can bring happiness to more guests... A bold and clear goal.

"The princess... Should agree?" Phyllis was a little worried, but her eyes became firm as she looked at MEG spinning in front of the stove.

"This is your Yangzhou fried rice." Abelmia served Abraham the first course. Because of McGonagall's words, Abraham's eyes lit up with some depression and anxiety.

Fried rice is a kind of common food, which can be seen occasionally in the streets of Luodu. It is usually fried with rice and eggs. Different chefs occasionally add some other ingredients, but most of them are eggs and rice.

As a senior eater, Abraham has also tasted some fried rice. Apart from Renhe food street, which is pretty good, he has never eaten any fried rice that can give him a second try.

He was also surprised by the appearance of the so-called "Yangzhou fried rice" in front of him.

At first glance, it seems a bit messy when all kinds of ingredients are mixed together. This is a low-level practice in the eyes of professional chefs, because the differences of different ingredients will affect each other. If too many ingredients are mixed together, it is difficult to integrate the taste and taste.

But the delicious smell seemed to refute his idea. The aroma of eggs and all kinds of food materials was so strong that he couldn't firm his idea.

When he settled down and looked carefully, the surprise in Abraham's eyes grew stronger.

All the ingredients were cut to the size of a grain of rice. Even the green beans were cut to the size of a grain of rice. What surprised him more was the egg wrapped with rice.

Unlike the fried rice he usually sees, eggs are separated from rice. In this fried rice, eggs are perfectly wrapped with rice, and each one looks golden without any adhesion.

"This... How is this done?" Abraham said to himself in surprise that he had never seen such fried rice before.

The stronger the fragrance in the air, the more hungry he was. He could not help picking up a spoon, scooping up a spoonful of fried rice and feeding it to his mouth.

The fragrance of scallion and the smell of eggs come to our nostrils. The eggs wrapped with rice almost melt in the mouth. The taste of shrimp and ham cut into grains of rice is so delicate. The rice wrapped with eggs is full of sweet taste after chewing. The taste of various food materials melts in the mouth, constantly impacting the taste buds. After swallowing, the fragrance still fills the mouth.

"It's absolutely delicious!"

Abraham's face was shocked, and his doubts had disappeared.

The variety of ingredients does not affect the taste of fried rice, but makes the original ordinary fried rice more rich in taste and sense of hierarchy.

"I didn't expect that a simple fried rice could make such a wonderful taste. It really deserves to be boss Mai!" Abraham could not help picking up the spoon again, enjoying the delicious food one by one, feeling that they were blooming on the tip of his tongue. He just felt that the suffering of these days was nothing, and he was completely cured by this kind of happiness.

"Ding!"

When the spoon touched the plate, it made a soft sound. Abraham looked down at the empty plate, and raised his hand in an endless way: "waiter, please give me another one... No, it's three!"

"Guest, you have agreed to what the boss said just now." Abelmia looked helplessly at Abraham.

"This..." Abraham's face suddenly collapsed, looked at the direction of the kitchen, struggled for a while, or sighed: "next time."

"Good food is the first, but I can't eat more... It's too painful!" Abraham looked bitterly in the direction of the kitchen.

"I heard that the owner of this restaurant has a half elf daughter who is three or four years old?" Outside the restaurant, a figure in a straw hat stopped.