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

Chapter 1530

"And that kind of thing?" His words immediately attracted the eyes of many chefs who were eating.

"Our big kitchen has always been responsible for the big and small banquets of the tribe. How can we change the rules for so many years! There are so many excellent chefs in our big kitchen. Can we find one better than us from outside? " A middle-aged Cook said angrily.

There was a chorus.

The pride of the chef makes it difficult for them to accept such an arrangement.

"What are you yelling about? How many kilos do you have? If you can make these things, Lord Jeremy won't have to work hard to get Mr. McGonagall from the city of chaos. " When Heyman walked into the restaurant, some of them looked at the chefs, stepped aside and let MEG out. Then he said, "this is Mr. McGonagall, the chef from the mess City, who will be in charge of tomorrow's dinner."

"As for why he was chosen? Because Mr. McGonagall's dishes have won the best dishes at the Palace Banquet of the Los Empire, and won the praise of many famous gourmets. Are you convinced Hayman's eyes swept over the cooks in the restaurant.

The restaurant was quiet, and the chefs looked at McGonagall with complicated eyes, which were somewhat resentful and unconvinced.

McGonagall took a look at the restaurant. It seemed that no one had prepared dinner for them, and he didn't bother to bother with his colleagues. He said, "let's make dinner ourselves. Where can we use the kitchen?"

"Mr. McGonagall, this way, please. All your kitchenware has been transported to kitchen one. If you need to cook dinner, I'll take you there." Heyman said with a smile, taking MEG out of the restaurant and toward kitchen one.

"Go! Let's go and see if this guy is really that powerful and why he can replace us. " The skinny cook who started the business put down the bowl and got up to go out.

"Go, go and see."

The cooks went out with them.

The news of McGonagall and others' arrival has spread in the big kitchen. An outsider, who wants to replace their original position, has naturally caused quite a stir.

When I heard the news, more and more chefs came to the No.1 kitchen to see for themselves whether the invited chef was really so powerful.

"Father, why do these chefs seem to be very unfriendly to us? Are they bad guys? " Amy asked in a low voice, looking puzzled at the hostile chefs.

"It's not a bad guy. Every chef has self-esteem. If they can't be convinced, they will have a problem in their heart." McGonagall smiles and shakes his head. He can understand the causes of the grievances of his peers.

"I'm sorry, Mr. McGonagall. I didn't discipline them well." Hayman turned back a little embarrassed.

"Well, as a chef, I can understand their feelings." MEG shook his head. Of course, understanding doesn't mean getting used to it.

No.1 kitchen is the largest, most complete and advanced kitchen in the big kitchen. In addition to the original equipment, the kitchen utensils brought by MEG have been carried into the kitchen, but many of them have not been arranged because they have not seen them.

McGonagall confirmed that his kitchen utensils were not lost in the transportation process, and then began to instruct MIA to put all kinds of kitchen utensils in a comfortable position.

"This is the cook who was invited? You look so young, like an apprentice. "

"Yes, it doesn't look like a chef who can make delicious food. Which teacher Fu didn't rely on decades or even hundreds of years of cooking skills. What can such a young man make?"

"Is the kitchen where women can stay? It's extravagant to find a group of women as assistants. "

"I just wonder how the cook found so many beautiful girls..."

The chefs inside and outside the big kitchen gathered more and more and talked in a low voice, some doubted, some sour and some envied.

McGonagall calmly ignored the confused voices, looked at Amy and asked, "what would millet like to eat tonight?"

"I'd like roast fish and braised pork." Amy doesn't think about the cableway.

"What else do the others want to eat?" MEG turned to look at the crowd and asked.

"I want to eat eggplant with fish flavor." Mia signed up.

"I'd like to have a chicken called Huaji." Gina whispered.

"Actually, I don't really want to eat roast beef kebabs." Barbara said haughtily.

"OK, just a moment. I'll make dinner." McGonagall said with a smile, taking all kinds of ingredients out of the refrigerator and starting.

The chefs on the scene gradually calmed down, and their eyes fell on MEG.

MEG began to prepare the ingredients, wash, handle, cut and match, a series of actions, although only one person is doing, but the efficiency is very high, busy but not chaotic, so that the eyes of the chefs began to become a little different.

Big kitchen is about efficiency, different chefs undertake different processes, although these are very basic work, but from the details we can see the basic skills of a chef.

The uniform knife pattern on the fish, the uniform size of the meat, and a variety of cut with good side dishes, let the chefs in charge of cutting with their mouths closed.

Phyllis stayed in the city of chaos, Camilla did not act with them, so McGonagall had to do the work himself.

MEG first put the stewed pork into the pot, then put the processed roast fish into the oven, and then put the yellow mud coated Jiaohua chicken into the oven for high temperature roasting, and then began to wear the meat kebab, ready to roast beef kebab.

"What does he do with the fish in that square container? What kind of kitchenware is this? Are you sure you don't need fire? "

"He wrapped the chicken in mud, so sure it was still edible? It looks very unclean. How can the food served to the distinguished guests be so dirty? "

"If it's just stew, there are many chefs in our big kitchen who can cook this kind of dishes. It's so big that nobles can eat delicately. "

After McGonagall began to cook, the chefs began to talk more and more. McGonagall's strange cooking method attracted many old masters to comment on it online, and they couldn't hide their disgust.

"These guys are really noisy." Irina did not know where to find a high stool, glanced at the chefs and said.

"Do you need to shut them up?" Amy is ready to give it a try.

"Only real food can conquer chefs." MEG shook his head with a smile and put the skewer on the charcoal grill.

"Ding!"

At this time, the oven sounded the completion of the baking sound.

MEG put on his thick gloves and opened the oven door.

A strong spicy fish aroma suddenly gushed out!