Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

"Huh? A bottle of black pepper 10 gold coins? System, are you taking advantage of the fire?" Mag raised his eyebrows, and suddenly felt that the system seemed to have some deep meaning in assigning tasks at this time. .

"Kouhu, is this system like this?"

The system was obviously a little irritated by Mag's words, and said proudly: "This black pepper is produced on Sicilan Island in the Devil Islands. This island has an area of ​​only 1,000 square meters, and the area suitable for growing black pepper is even less than half of the island. In this system, the Kampot pepper native to Cambodia is optimally cultivated, and Kampot No. 2 with better quality is cultivated.

The special climatic environment and mineral-rich soil of the Sicilian Islands endow black pepper with a special flavor, which can play an excellent role in enhancing freshness in cooking. Moreover, black pepper is already known as black gold. In this world, the price of black pepper is much higher than that of gold. A bottle of 10 gold coins is already a friendly price. "

After listening to the introduction of the system, Mag was a little bit more accepting of the price, good ingredients can afford the high price, anyway, he is a customer who pays the bill, but he still asked curiously: "There is black pepper in this world? "

"Black pepper is a luxury in this world. The extremely harsh growing conditions and inconvenient transportation make every wild black pepper sell at a high price in the market, even in some high-end restaurants. How much black pepper can I receive." The system replied.

"System, why don't we sell black pepper, this is a profiteering industry." Mag's eyes lit up, the more scarce something is, the more expensive it is, the key is that the market is not small.

"Host, you must always remember your identity! As a chef candidate, don't you feel ashamed to think about selling vegetables every day?" The system said with a bit of hatred.

"Then you are a gourmet system, and you are proud of selling black silk every day?" Mag rolled his eyes, glanced at Beate who was about to prepare other side dishes, and was too lazy to continue arguing with the system, and said directly: "Okay Now, I want a bottle of black pepper, be low-key when sending it over, and pass it directly into my pocket."

"Ding! 1o gold coins have been deducted! A bottle of black pepper has been delivered."

Mag looked down at the suddenly bulging crotch, with a slightly weird expression, and roared in his mind: "System, I said it's a pocket! Not a crotch! You pervert!"

"Sorry, the teleportation location is slightly off." The system sounded apologetic.

Mag only felt his crotch cool down, and then the side pocket bulged, and his expression became more natural. Fortunately, no one noticed this change, otherwise he would probably be labeled as a pervert.

Stretching out his hand from his pocket, he took out a small bottle of black pepper and put it on the table. Mag counted all the required side dishes and condiments. He took off his straight black suit and handed it to the waiter beside him. The cuff buttons were rolled up twice, and he reached out to hold a flat kitchen knife on the knife holder.

"This guy is so fancy, Chef Beatt is almost ready, he hasn't started yet."

"Yeah, he doesn't feel like a chef, can he really cook delicious food?"

The guests watched McGonagall whispering, and most of them didn't think highly of him.

"Oh, this guy must be scared." Cyril looked at Mag with a sneer. This showdown was beyond his expectations, but he could deflate this guy he hated and pay the price of a restaurant. I'd love to see it.

"It seems that it's time to show real technology."

Listening to those discussions, Mag showed a slightly mocking smile, and walked up to the half cow in two steps. The kitchen knife slashed a few times on the cow's back, and pointed the knife in the direction of the vegetable cutting table. , six pieces of beef tenderloin with exactly the same size and thickness fell on the vegetable cutting table in a line, just in two rows on the table, and there was not even the slightest difference in shape.

"Wow, what a great knife skill!"

"I didn't even see what he did. Are those beef tenderloins? The size and shape are exactly the same!"

The eyes of the guests lit up all of a sudden,

This miraculous knife work suddenly overturned their definition of Mag.

"The knife skills are good, and it seems that the basic skills are pretty good." Beate also raised his eyes to look at Mag, and nodded slightly.

Mag is not very old, and his restaurant has not been open for a long time. Although a few dishes are well-known among the guests, in his opinion, there should be part of the tone.

To become an excellent chef, accumulated learning and practice are essential, talent is very important, followed by hard work and enough practice are very important.

McGonagall may be able to achieve the first two items, but without enough practice, Beate feels that he cannot grasp the taste that the guests like very well. If he really wants to use a new dish that he just researched today and his In the duel, he has full confidence to win this duel.

Although his dish is newly researched recently, he has tried it in a small area, and the feedback is very good. It is his most satisfying work after improving the roast suckling pig.

Mag put down the kitchen knife and was not in a hurry to cook. Instead, he walked towards the judges' seat, stopped in front of Hill, and said with a smile, "Would you like to ask Miss Hill for a glass of special red wine from Buffett Manor?"

"Mr. McGonagall is in such a good mood, do you want a drink before cooking?" Hill looked at Mag and asked with a smile.

"Others use high-quality bamboo wine to cook beef. I think that only Miss Hill's red wine is better, so I asked Miss Hill for a glass of red wine, which is naturally used for cooking." Mag also laughed. looked at Hill.

"I've never eaten beef made with red wine. Mr. McGonagall is indeed an interesting cook." The smile on Hill's face was even stronger. He raised his hand to signal the waiter who was holding a red wine bottle for her, and asked him to pour a glass of red wine for Mag.

"Thank you." Mag took the red wine, returned to the stove, pulled out the kitchen knife from the knife holder, slapped pieces of beef, patted the beef apart, put them one by one on the plate, poured Marinated in red wine.

The top-quality iron-skinned beef tenderloin is tender and rosy, and the bright red and clear top-grade red wine is poured into the beef, and the rich aroma of the wine overflows immediately, making the color more attractive.

"Red wine paired with beef, plus this faint smell of blood, is so delicious." Camilla sniffed her nose, looked at the plate in front of Mag, and her eyes brightened.

"boom!"

There was a crisp sound from Beate's side, and the lid of the black round pot burst open, and the fragrance overflowed! ...

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