Chapter 737: Cooking, is also a river

In the large dining hall, the chefs provided by the chef are divided into several grades. The size of the chefs is large and the number of chefs has dozens or even hundreds of square meters. Like McGonagall and Karuru, they are few people. The normal chef, the kitchen area is just a dozen square meters, almost a standard small kitchen.
McGonagall's kitchen is in the corner, the kitchen utensils are placed, just the position on the stove is full, McGonagall looked at the watch, the time is still early, there is no rush to start cooking.
He didn't care much about the size of the kitchen, so the size was just right for him to operate alone, and the feeling of being in his own kitchen.
Carruth and his son have already prepared for the work. Although there will be a lot of pickled cucumbers in a while, the cucumbers are marinated and ready-made. What you have to do is to set the plate, so you are not in a hurry.
Nothing is idle, and McGonagall chats with the three good-looking fathers and sons.
The small kitchen area is located in the northwest corner of the dining hall. There are not many people here. When the chefs look up to this side, their eyes are scornful.
If the chef in this dining hall has a scorn chain, the cold-cooked chef who has a small number of people and is difficult to find is obviously at the bottom of the scorn chain.
It is rare for Karuru to find a brother who is sympathetic to his illness. He is also very happy to talk to McGonagall. This feeling of equal dialogue makes him feel comfortable.
"Meg Brothers, the biggest kitchen in the far north, the chef who is in the place is Bilman, who is known as the first chef of the Los Angeles Empire. As the first chef of the palace, he is responsible for the daily life of His Majesty the King. Diet, and in this birthday, he will be responsible for 70% of the food on the table of the king and important guests, and the remaining 30% will be selected from the dishes made by other chefs present.
Karuru said with a bit of resentment. .
"Then will your pickled cucumber be selected?"
"There has not been a clear menu until now, but this kind of thing is like a pie in the sky. Let's not expect too much. So many chefs can have a dish to be chosen for the king's table. It can be a lifetime." Karuru sighed and shook his head.
After a pause, Karuru looked at McGonagall and said: "But don't be discouraged, you are still young, the future is yours, maybe the king's birthday just wants to eat cold dishes, you are selected. Then, you can become the best cold dish chef in the whole continent."
"I haven't learned to cook cold dishes..." Meg was a little bit crying and thinking in his heart. The uncle was really funny. The two little fat guys inserted a sentence or two from time to time. It was not boring at this time.
This cooking is also a river.
Bierman, the martial arts ally, is in a strong position and has no place to move.
Those chefs who have signature dishes and know that they can stabilize the dishes on the king's table are the famous places in the rivers and lakes.
And those who have a unique skill, have the opportunity to impact their dishes on the king's table, are strong rookies in the rivers and lakes, the strength is not weak, only a little luck from the top.
As for Karuru, it is the one who screams under the stage.
Anyway, how to play on the stage is to watch a lively event. It is impossible for the martial arts lord to come to him in the sky. It is also very optimistic.
"Wheat, I am really late to meet you. If I knew you earlier, I wouldn't be so bored in the past few years." Carruru patted Meg's shoulder and looked gratified.
"When you took the cucumber, this time you finally moved a step forward from the last position, but what did the kid do? There is only one person. Is there a simpler dish for cucumber in the world?"
"There is not a mixture of peanuts, hahaha!"
McGonagall and Karuru are chatting, but there are a few laughs in the booths next to them, and the sound has no meaning to avoid.
Luluka looked angry and said: "These guys! It’s also a cold dish, but it’s a more advanced feeling!"
"The cold dishes they made are not as delicious as the pickled cucumbers made by their fathers. Is it because they can make more cold dishes and bring two more people!" Lukaka also followed the indignation.
"Well, don't get to know them." Karuru put a hand and watched Meg comforted: "Meg Brothers, don't be sad, you are still young, just make cold dishes, and then make three cold dishes for them." Hey. Nandeli and Sival are already old guys, and there is no other skill besides fighting young people in their mouths."
"Well, I am fine." McGonagall nodded, and his heart was warm. The fat uncle was really warm.
The words of Nandeli and Sival also attracted a lot of attention to McGonagall. Those who came here were the famous chefs outside, and it was the first time that someone would come alone to serve the king’s birthday.
However, since it was arranged in the last corner, it was a little boring for everyone to take back their eyes. Even the pickled cucumbers were placed in front of him. What kind of dish is worth looking forward to? The guys in the fancy kitchen utensils are mostly just playing.
Inexplicably despised Meg is still calm, anyway, he does not need the recognition of these guys, talking with food is the best counterattack of a chef.
When Karrulu saw that Meg's mentality was stable, he was relieved. In the past, it was not that there was no collapse of the chef's mentality. He failed to play a normal level and ruined his career. He took a look at the time and smiled and said: "Okay. , McGonagall, we have to start the set up, you only have one person, remember to watch the time, don't miss it."
"Okay, I have to start preparing." Meg smiled and nodded.
"Uncle McGonagall, is it really peanuts? Is it salty or sweet?" Luluka asked curiously.
McGonagah shook his head with a smile. "I don't make peanuts, but I like to eat salty peanuts."
"Okay, rabbit scorpion, hurry to put the plate, we have to put two hundred plates." Carruru gently rubbed Luluka's head, urging the road, moved out of a large pot of pickled cucumber to start the plate.
McGonagall curiously glanced at the pickled cucumbers, which were neatly placed on the plate. The pale golden sauce was stained with it. A little green parsley was placed on the edge of the plate, which looked fresh and delicious. If you have a bowl of porridge, it must be very delicious.
Taking back his eyes, McGonagall told the waiter who was standing not far away to start slaughtering the flaming chicken, and then took a knife from the knife holder and began to deal with the various side dishes.
Yellow pheasant needs to be stewed for a long time, so you must start preparing in advance.
"Father, you see, Uncle McGonagall does not seem to be really a peanut. He wants to be a chicken!"
Lukaka looked at the flaming chickens that the two waiters had carried, and looked surprised.
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