Chapter 6: Hello, Mai Boss

"It seems to be even more." When the twentieth winter bamboo shoots were cut, McGonagall picked up two bamboo shoots and carefully compared them for a while, and nodded with satisfaction.
Looking down at the bamboo shoots that have been piled up on the side, he can't help but feel a little emotion: "It turned out that it was not easy to be a chef. I have the most standard knife in my mind, but I have practiced it for so long. The degree, those who started from scratch, are estimated to be practiced for many years."
Thinking of the comments written by the chefs before, he felt a little embarrassed for the first time. Now these comments have become the standard for his task, and they are self-sufficient.
"System, if you follow this speed, it is estimated that it will take several weeks to practice the knife. It is impossible to complete the task in three days?" McGonagall stopped and asked in his heart.

In the kitchen trial field, the time ratio is 365:1 with the outside world, the host spends one year in the trial field, the outside time is only one day, and the host does not need sleep and rest in the kitchen space, the body does not There will be fatigue, and the ingredients can be supplied indefinitely. I hope that the host can have a firm heart of the kitchen and God, complete the task as soon as possible, and walk out of the kitchen and trial field." The sound of the system sounded.

And this kind of operation?
McGonagall was a little surprised, and even the time ratio could be adjusted. This kitchen trial field is really incredible. However, he was locked up in this closed kitchen, and even the tiredness disappeared. He could only continue to cook repeatedly. Those who are not determined will soon be mad.
"No, I will go out tomorrow morning before Amy wakes up and give her the perfect Yangzhou fried rice for breakfast." McGonagall suppressed the point in her heart. This is her commitment to Amy. Finished, took a look at the date table, holding the kitchen knife and continued to cut the bamboo shoots.
He now has four months of sleeplessness, and the normal eight-hour working time is one year. He is used to learn a Yangzhou fried rice, and he still has a perfect experience in his mind. Time is absolutely enough.
McGonagall has forgotten the time. The bamboo shoots are changed from a block to a uniform sheet, and then become a uniform filament. They are then cut into small particles of rice size, which are more and more skilled and more and more handy.
From bamboo shoots to tree mushrooms to ham and prawns, McGonagall's choice of ingredients is easy to difficult, and as the proficiency increases, the knife is also rapidly improving, and the experience in the brain is mutually validated. It can be described as fast, even the lively prawns are easily peeled in his hands, and then cut into rice-sized particles.
When the time on the wall came to the 100th day, Jiang Hongzheng put the fried rice in the pot into the plate with a spoon, put the pot off and put a fire on his face, and his face showed a confident smile. "System, this time should Can you?"
Just out of the pot of Yangzhou fried rice, the grain of rice is perfectly wrapped with a layer of golden eggs, green green peas, white prawns, gray tree mushrooms, red ham... the ingredients of various colors are perfectly integrated into one The plate, the color is not inconspicuous, but it makes people feel bright and harmonious.
At the top, a small green chopped green onion flower was added, and the icing on the cake was added. The scent of various ingredients blended together, and McGonagall’s throat could not help but roll.
The system was silent for a while before it came out: "According to the standards mentioned before the host:
1. The rice grains are distinct, and each one is perfectly wrapped with eggs. Achieved!
2, bright color, harmony, and appetite. Achieved!
3, the taste is delicate, delicious, soft and moderate, fragrant, moist, refreshing. Achieved!
4, the scent is attractive, and has a certain degree of recognition. Achieved!
The four standards were reached at the same time. Congratulations to the host to learn the authentic Yangzhou fried rice, complete the task, and get a physical fitness +0.5 reward. At the same time, unlock the purchasing rights of the ingredients needed for Yangzhou fried rice, and the corresponding use rights of the required kitchen utensils.

McGonagall shook his fist hard, and he felt a sense of accomplishment. Looking at the Yangzhou fried rice in front of him, there was a feeling of tears.
The last time I tried to accomplish one thing, I don’t know when it was, and the feeling of achieving the goal is the most comfortable and enjoyable.
Of course, the most exciting thing is that he can finally personally give Amy a colorful and delicious Yangzhou fried rice. When I think of the cute appearance of the little guy when I eat, my heart is full of expectation.
"System, can I taste the taste of this Yangzhou fried rice?" Looking at the Yangzhou fried rice, McGon, who had no hunger after entering the kitchen test site, suddenly felt a little hungry.

The host will automatically exit the kitchen trial after five minutes,
the system said.
"Five minutes, enough!" McGonagall quickly took a spoon from the cupboard in the side, dug a spoonful of fried rice from the plate, put it in his mouth, just chewed a few times, and his eyes lit up.
The scent of chopped green onion and the aroma of the egg scented, and the taste of the rice and the ham was so delicate. The rice wrapped in the egg was chewy and full of sweet taste. The taste of various ingredients was opened in the mouth. The taste buds are struck, and the scent still fills the mouth after swallowing.
This taste is absolutely perfect!
For the first time, he discovered that Yangzhou fried rice can be so delicious!
Where a spoonful is enough, Meg almost exhausted the whole bowl of fried rice, and smashed the last rice wrapped in eggs on the lips. At the same time, there was still the urge to have another bowl. It’s too much to stomach.
"This kind of Yangzhou fried rice, Xiaomi will certainly like to eat. As for the Noah mainland foodies, no one can resist this taste." Putting down the spoon, McGonagall reminisced about the beauty brought by this bowl of Yangzhou fried rice. Experience, the boring mood brought about by repeating one thing for a hundred days is suddenly fresh and bright.
Five minutes soon arrived, Jiang Hong only felt a flash of white light in front of him, and when he opened his eyes, he was already lying on the big bed, and suddenly he got up and turned to look at the pink bed on the side to sleep peacefully. M, the feeling of dreams in my heart slowly settled down.
Then I looked at my hands with some surprises and shook my fists. It was the same feeling in the kitchen test ground. The body that I couldn’t do with my fists has been greatly improved, normal activities and There is no problem with cooking.
"The system is still quite reliable." McGonagall 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, and walked a few steps. The wardrobe was opened in front of the closet. As a result, there was only one set of chef's clothes and a set of black luoli skirts. The white shirt material's chef's suit has two rows of exquisite black buttons, black casual pants, and a black and white vertical apron. A pair of white tights, a pair of black flats, a pair of small white shoes, clean and simple.
McGonagall took the clothes into the bathroom, took a shower carefully, and then cut a wild tan long curly hair into sharp short hair with scissors. The scorpion was cut with scissors and then shaved with a razor. I have to do it all, leaving only two faint splayed characters on the upper lip.
"Sure enough, this is the correct opening posture." McGonagall touched his angular face and looked at the mirror completely changed himself. The corner of his mouth was slightly tilted, and he cleaned up and succumbed to the temperament. Light uncle.
This is similar to his previous life, the difference is the body shape, and now the skinny looks look too weak and windy, then the full meal, and then do more muscle exercises.
After narcissism, McGonagall put on the set of chef's clothes, after cleaning up, the look in the mirror looks like a little bit of the taste of the chef.
"Hello, Mai boss." McGonagall said seriously to himself in the mirror. After thinking about it, he couldn’t help but smile: "Or should it be called Alex's boss?"