Chapter 1295: This is a failure

Twist a pot of delicious soup, the most important thing is the heat, not only to get the fragrance of the bones, but also not to make the soup too thick.
This is not only about time, but also about experience.
Reina stood by and looked at McGonagall's bones, how to throw in the spices at the right time, and remember them one by one.
Some unexpectedly, except for a small amount of cooking wine and ginger, McGonagall did not add too much spice and spices, and the bones were not cut, but the roots were full of bones.

The more pure the bone soup, the better the taste of your hot pot, and the complete bones are used to prevent unnecessary risks in the process of producing broken bones. Now cover it, light fire. After four hours of cooking, the soup was reached." McGonagall covered the lid of the cauldron, took a small pot from the side and placed it on the stove. He took a few small bones from the refrigerator and looked at Rena. Road: "Do you want to try?"
"Now?" Reina gave a slight glimpse. She just looked at McGonagall and did McGonagall let her do it directly?
"I think you can do it well." McGonagall nodded and let out the position of the cooktop.
Looking at Meg's trusting eyes, Rena hesitated for a while, or chose to take a few steps forward, close her eyes, recall the things that Meg has done, and her own understanding, and soon opened it. Eyes, picked up a bone.
Although the bone is only a bone joint, it is thicker than the bones of the pigs that are usually seen. The white bones are bound with some red meat on the surface.
Although it is raw meat, it has no unpleasant smell of meat, but it has a delicate fragrance.
"Curious bones, what is this pig's bone?" Rena thought with some curiosity, she rarely buys meat, even when she gets off work, she goes to the market to buy a bone for her mother. Some of the light bones that even the meat can not see, the boss and her familiar, are half-sell and sold to her.
Wash the bones, simply marinate, cold water into the pot, boil over the fire...
A series of steps are in good order. Think of this big kitchen as your own small kitchen and try to be the best.
Standing next to McGonagall nodded slightly, as he expected, Rena is not a newcomer to cooking, and has a strong learning ability.
What is even more commendable is that she does not have mechanical learning and has her own habits and ideas in some operations.
These details are the habits of long-term cooking, and for a chef, it is also different from other chefs.
"The removal of minced meat should be done more cleanly. There should be no meat in the hot pot of the guests. This kind of gift seems to be good, but it may cause trouble to some guests."

There should be more thorough removal of the bone soup froth. The controlled loss of the soup is to obtain a more refined and rich soup, and a little froth may make the soup taste less than I expected.
McGonagall looked at Rena.

Can it be too wasteful?
Reina hesitated.
McGonagall glanced at the minced meat that had been attached to the bones that he had previously shaved from the big bones. He shook his head and said: "As a chef, if you are entangled in the perfect use of all ingredients in a dish, this It's not a good thing. Different parts of the ingredients are used in different dishes, clever combinations and choices can collide with the wonderful taste. And the general one-pot stew, which is the lowest level of cooking."
"Coordination and choice..." Rena thought thoughtfully, and it seemed that there was a door in her mind that was suddenly opened. The imagination of poverty was freed from the cage and flew to a higher place.

Let the right ingredients appear in the right place. This is what a good chef should do.
McGonagall looked at Rena with a smile.
It’s okay, you will understand it slowly.

"Well, I know." Rena nodded and looked at her little pot: "That soup!"
"Remove it again." McGonagall has taken out a few bones on the cutting board.
"Down?" Rena was slightly surprised. These are good bones. She has never seen such bones in the vegetable market. Is it so wasteful because of my mistakes? "
"Yes." McGonagall nodded, not a little bit of discussion.
Rena's action was a bit stiff and shut the fire. She took the soup pot and walked to the side dish. Although it only cooked for a while, the flavour of the meat had overflowed. The white soup only needed to be cooked for a few more hours. It is a pot of delicious broth.
And because of her mistakes, such a pot of precious bone soup will be dumped, and Reina’s eyes are full of regrets.
Going to the sinker, Rena is holding the soup pot, but she hasn't poured the soup into the pool for a long time.
McGonagall looked at Rena quietly. Rena does have a good cooking base. Although it is a wild path, it should be able to move toward regulation as soon as it is adjusted.
Compared with the operation, Reina’s biggest problem is thinking, or the cooking thinking of most housewives in the world. The proper choice is the cornerstone of making delicious food. If she can’t reverse this thinking, she will never become A qualified chef.
The system demands him, he will ask Rena with the same standards, which is the basic respect for the guests.
He wants to see Rena make her own decision.
Standing next to the sink, Rina turned around and looked at McGonagall. She looked at McGonagas eagerly. "Boss, I know my problem. But this soup is dumped like this." It’s a pity, can I take her home?

"This is a failure. I have never let the failed item be taken out of my kitchen." McGonagall shook his head and there was a disappointment in his heart.
"But, what I did wrong is me. This soup is not wrong. Instead of pouring it into the pool, why can't it be worth it?" Rena looked at McGonagall with some incomprehensibility. Reddish.
"Rena, failure is not a terrible thing. I know where I fell, and then I can stand up and move on. But when it fails, there is always a price to pay. Isn't it?" McGonagall frowned. The girl seems to be more persistent than he imagined.
"If you need the price, can you switch to other punishments? My mother told me from an early age that I can't waste food. I have been awed by food since I was a child. I can't accept the waste of such precious food because of my lame cooking. Pour into the pool.
Rena shook her head, tears were already spinning in her eyes, licking her lips, trying to restrain her emotions.