A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

Jumping foot Black Mountain Sheep slaughtered, Ritchie carried the washed goat into the grilled area covered by wooden boards, and the guys at Ritchie BBQ shop all stepped aside. This is a duel between 2 people, a sweltering heat wave Rising from behind the board, you can see that Ritchie has started to bake. (The fastest update of uc book league)

And everyone's eyes turned to Mag. He did n’t cover the grill, but he cut the beef and sprinkled it with some unknown spices. Then he set it aside. Seriously mix something into the piles of jars of spices and seasonings.

"What is this Boss of Mamy Restaurant doing? Why don't you start grilling?"

"Yeah, it looks like something is being prepared, but does barbecue need a lot of seasonings, and it doesn't seem like a wise choice to waste that many time on it?"

"You do n’t understand. Boss Mag is a genius. He was born for subversion. Everything that is irrational is reasonable for him. Otherwise, how can he make that many delicious food? Look at his serious and careful expression. This step is definitely important. "

Over time, the scent of roast meat has overflowed from Ritchie's side, but Mag is still mixing spices, which can be confusing, but most of the regular customers of Mamy Restaurant are still confident. But there is almost fanatical admiration. ()

"He seems to be making sauces, but the most important thing is not the taste of the meat? All the spices can only be auxiliary. The lighter the better, so that the original flavor of the barbecue can be fully used." Frowning with Mag said, as an old Master who has amazing barbecue for more than 20 years, he confesses that he still has deep insights into barbecue. Some people ca n’t understand Mag ’s current behavior and waste that much time in such an important showdown. Obviously not much. Wise choice.

In the duel, chefs generally try to finish cooking as early as possible, because late dishes may reduce the score because the judges have tasted the former dishes. Once the taste is not outstanding, they will often be compared.

Mag cuts the meat into small cubes, which is obviously easier to cook than Ritchie's roasted whole lamb, but he hasn't even fired yet. Instead, he wastes a lot of time on the seasoning, which seems to be a bit of a showdown. silly.

"I hope this guy will not waste such high-grade ingredients as iron skinned beef, otherwise I must criticize this wasted chef who wastes ingredients." Phillipe looked at Mag, thinking in his heart.

"Remove the board. ()" Half an hour later, Ritchie's voice sounded from the wooden board, and the guys at the Ritchie BBQ shop rushed forward, removing the wooden board that was all around the oven, revealing the large black oven inside.

The sweaty Ritchie stood in front of the semi-closed large oven and turned the torsion bar, so that the roast goat that had begun to pan gold yellow kept turning in the oven. The rich aroma was also withdrawn from the baffle. The child dispersed.

"What a good smell! The smell of this roast, I feel like I can eat a whole roasted lamb!"

The eyes of the onlookers were all bright, and they were all attracted by the strong roasting aroma.

"Ritchie's fatty cooking seems to have improved, and this oven is also somewhat interesting. In just half an hour, roasted lambs can emit such a scent, and in less than half an hour, it should be ready to cook. . "Phillipe looked at Ritchie with a bit of surprise, and looked at Mag, who still had no movement, and couldn't help but shook the head, wouldn't this guy just give up directly?

Hearing the words of the onlookers, Ritchie's face also showed a proud smile, wiped the sweat on his forehead with a towel, and turned his head toward towards Mag. He wanted to see how he was progressing and saw that he had just put down With the seasoning spoon in his hand, Grill couldn't help but froze even after the fire didn't rise, and immediately showed a taunting smile. It seems that the calmness shown by this guy before is completely foolish, maybe simply won't make barbecue. There seems to be no suspense in this duel today.

Putting down the third sauce bowl, Mag's face also showed a little smile. Although this was a challenge, he still had several points of his own blueprint, and took advantage of this opportunity to launch a new product release. Yes, showing roasted beef skewer in 3 flavors is obviously a good choice.

Looking up at Ritchie with a smile on her face, and the bulky oven, Mag raised her eyebrows, it took a lot of time to prepare the sauce, and it seemed that it needed time.

Reach out and draw a bamboo stick about 30 cm long from the basket on the side. Mag picks up the good beef and starts to string it on the bamboo stick. A bamboo stick 3 pieces of beef are set aside about 2 cm apart. A pile of shish kebabs were picked up on the plate.

"Well? Boss Mag, what does this do, how do you skewer the beef? Is it subversive?

"Yeah, this is the first time I have seen such a kebab, will it be delicious?"

"It's just a bunch of three. It's a bit stingy. I still look forward to the roasted whole lamb. The flavor is getting stronger and stronger. I'll try it at the Ritchie BBQ shop tomorrow."

"There is not much time left for Boss Mag. Can he finish it in about the same time as Ritchie Boss? Delaying too long will be bad for him."

Everyone looked at Mag with a curiosity. The way he grilled meat was completely different from the way they grilled meat, and some people began to express some concerns.

"Father will surely win!" Amy hugged Ugly Duckling and sat on the small bench she moved in, confidently.

"Come on, Boss must win." Yabei Mia clenched her fist a little nervously.

"Amy, drop a small Fireball and come here and help me burn this charcoal fire." Immortal kebab, Mag turned back at Amy beckons with the hand. Charcoal fire is a time-consuming thing, so Mag Decided to make a coincidence, after all, it is really not good to be too slow than the other party. If the judges are full, it will be awkward.

"Okay." Amy nodded, got up and threw a small Fireball directly into the grill, and the black charcoal fire instantly became red.

"Close." Mag snapped his fingers, Amy closed his hands, and the flames instantly condensed. The smokeless carbon in the grill just burned to the best state, and there were several points of fragrant fragrance of pine smoke.

"Popularity, I'm almost over. You just started. I see how you compare with me!" Ritchie brushed the roast goat with a layer of oil, turned it a few more times, and then slowly pulled the grill out and cut it off. The roasted golden crispy roasted goat is officially out of the oven.