Chapter 214： What about my knife? (Additional 5/9 for the Guardian!)

Constant cooking, and then overthrow, McGonagall has always maintained a serious attitude, and has not been hit by the system's poison tongue comments.

"Amy will definitely like to eat this jaundice, and can eat a lot of meat." McGonagall thought in his heart, the movements on his hands were smoother.

The time on the wall passed by, and McGonagall's expression was getting calmer and calmer. Holding a spoon in one hand and holding the pot in one hand, it seems that they have been perfectly integrated with them, and the movements are flowing and harmonious.

Turn off the fire, out of the pot, a golden glare under the light, the fragrant yellow chicken rice is placed on the lighter table by the end of the Meg's expression, and then a bowl of water Just the perfect moonlight fragrant rice was placed next to it, smiling: "System, this time?"

The golden chicken pieces are evenly colored, the surface is not flawless, the potatoes are cooked and not scattered, the lettuce is still green, the green pepper and red pepper are dotted among them, and the golden red and bright soup reflects the light shadow, without the slight greasy feeling.

The air is filled with the rich aroma of chicken and mushrooms, just watching, you can't help but want to swallow.

"According to the requirements of the original host for the yellow rice chicken rice, decide three points:

Yipin soup, the soup is red and bright, the taste is nourishing, the old is full-bodied, the oil is not greasy, and the aftertaste is endless!

Two meats, golden color, smooth and tender meat, delicious and delicious. After swallowing, the lips and teeth are fragrant!

Three-meter rice, strong aroma, tenacity and tenacity!

The three requirements were reached at the same time, and the same host, successfully learned the production of yellow chicken rice, and completed the task. The sound of the system sounded.

"But that's it." McGonagall, a sense of accomplishment, but although the system seems to have nothing to say, but did not mind, looked at the time on the wall, has turned eight Ten days, the pursuit of the ultimate in detail, it really is the most time and effort.

"The host has ten minutes to taste the yellow chicken rice, and will be sent to the kitchen test ground in ten minutes." The sound of the system sounded again.

"Well? Why is this so good this time?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows, some accidents. He used to ask the system to give him some time to eat a few mouthfuls. I didn't expect the system to take the initiative to let McGonagall sit down and eat slowly.

The system did not answer, silent.

"Well, it’s so hard to make the perfect scorpion chicken, of course, you have to taste the first one yourself." McGonagall snorted, taking a spoon and a pair of chopsticks from the cupboard next to it, first picking up a piece. Chicken, evenly cut into diamond-shaped chicken can perfectly absorb the taste of seasoning and soup, the golden surface is dyed with a layer of bright red soup, and slowly fed into the mouth.

At the entrance, Meg's eyes lit up at once, and the soup wrapped in the chicken pieces contained rich chicken soup and mushroom scent. The wonderful taste made the long-lasting taste buds instantly greet the carnival, like a sudden I can't get out of the package of chicken soup and mushrooms.

Gently bite the chicken, the meat is tender and tender, and it is a bit more chewy than the roast meat, but it doesn't show any old and firewood. The taste of the seasoning and the mushroom has penetrated into the meat perfectly, and the taste of the fresh flavor is gone. A step, after swallowing, the lips and teeth are fragrant.

"The taste is absolutely good, the taste is excellent, top grade!" McGonagall looked at the yellow pheasant in front of him, although he did it himself, but he couldn't help but praise it.

The left hand picked up the spoon and took a spoonful of soup to drink. The delicious flavor of the chicken soup was raised to the extreme by the best mushroom. When I went down, I felt that the pores of the whole body were open, and the warmth of the whole body nourished the whole body and the whole body was comfortable.

Finally, pick up a spoonful of rice. Every crystal rice has a small moon, which gives off a faint fragrance. It feeds into the mouth, and the taste is a bit tenacious. After biting the little moon, the fragrance It is more rich, and the more chewy the sweeter, the better the taste!

"It's so delicious!" McGonagall's chopsticks, a spoon, a yellow pheasant, a meal, can't stop, the taste of the side dish is also excellent, especially the mushroom, after fully absorbing the chicken soup, the entrance Sleek and scented.

After eating half a bowl of rice, McGonagall picked up the casserole bowl and poured the soup half into the rice bowl. After mixing, it became a soup rice.

A spoonful of it, as if to see the true meaning of life, this is the correct way to open the yellow chicken rice!

After eating a bowl, McGonagall added a bowl of rice until the two bowls were completely empty, and then sat down with the spoons and chopsticks in their hands, and the expression was full of joy.

When the light flashed, McGonagall was introduced to the kitchen **** trial field, but this time McGonagall did not open his eyes, but chose to continue to sleep. This yellow chicken rice is too satisfying.

At five o'clock the next day, McGonagall was woken up by the alarm clock. He reached out and turned off the alarm clock. Meg was so refreshed and sat up. He looked at Amy who was still asleep, and then his eyes fell to the bedside with two. Only the small claws struggled to grab the ugly duckling along the bed that would not let them fall.

Did this little guy fall like this every day? McGonagall showed a bit of doubt.

"喵~" The ugly duckling turned to Meg for help, but just screamed, and slammed it to the ground, lying on the ground on his back, unable to look at the sky.

"Would you like to get a small bed for yourself?" McGonagall climbed up from the bed, reached for the ugly duckling, and said with a smile, the little guy was kicked out of bed by Amy every day, which was really pitiful.

The ugly duckling heard the probe and looked at Amy. It was a look at McGonagall. He looked at it for a while, and finally he shook his head and pointed Amy with his small claw. He opened his mouth and said "喵喵~" called two.

"Well, this is your own decision." McGonagall smiled helplessly, but the choice for the ugly duckling still feels warm.

Amy abused it thousands of times. It waited for her to see her, and it was the one that broke the shell.

Putting the ugly duckling next to Amy, Amy rolled over and naturally put it in her arms and muttered: "The ugly duckling, where did you go..."

The ugly duckling licked her little hand and found a comfortable posture, and closed her eyes to continue to sleep.

McGonagall put the little quilt on the two little guys and took a clean dress to wash it. The deliciousness of the bowl of yellow chicken rice yesterday made him unforgettable. Today, it’s natural to make another try. After all, I promised yesterday that Amy would give her a dish with lots of meat.

Thinking of the little guy's happy eating of the yellow pheasant, McGonagall's mood also became pleasant, and went downstairs to the kitchen, but suddenly stopped at the door of the kitchen.

"System, do you forget anything?" McGonagall looked at the solitary Chinese kitchen knife on the knife holder, and there was no stove near last night, and asked.

"Not at all." The system calmly answered.

"What about my knife? My pot? My big chicken legs?" McGonagall opened the door of the refrigerator, and there were no big chicken legs inside.

"Congratulations to the host, three consecutive questions trigger a new mission! Please host a wild flaming chicken within 24 hours! Note, it is personally captured, not purchased! Mission success reward: Phnom Penh kitchen knife! Unlock the yellow chicken Required ingredients and kitchen utensils. Mission failure penalty: .5 physical quality points." The sound of the system sounded.