Chapter 1608： Do you even copy the copy?

Put on a string of pig's eyes and put them on the grill. This is not a high temperature, otherwise the burning eyelids may burst into your face.

The small fire bakes back and forth, and in the process, constantly brush all kinds of sauces and spices, and wait patiently for the eyeball to be thoroughly cooked from the inside out.

The epidermis of the pig's eye is simmering with oil, and the fragrance gradually overflows.

"It seems like this is the case." Magma's eyebrows were slightly picked, and the roast pig's eyes in his hands flipped at random, slowly moving toward the area where the firepower was stronger.

"puff--"

The sound of a burst of eyeball sounded, and an eyeball on the skewer burst suddenly, and the hot eyelids splashed open, and part of it flew toward his face.

"The trough, it's really explosive!" McGonagall squinted, easily avoiding the eye.

"噗噗噗噗-"

At about the same time, the remaining pig eyes burst all at once.

McGonagall quickly loosened the bamboo stick on his hand and slammed back two steps backwards, which shunned the hot eye that burst after the burst.

“Is this probably the most dangerous dish I have ever done?” McGonagall looked at the messy grille and walls of the eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly smashed. This happened in the real kitchen. It was an accident.

No need for Meg to pack up, after about five seconds, the grill and countertops were restored.

"It seems that it still needs to be strictly in accordance with the experience and standards of the experts. Too confident to do it." McGonagall quickly corrected his attitude, took a bamboo stick and re-weared a string of pig eyes, standing in a serious position. Start roasting the pig's eye in front of the rack.

The roast pig's eye is too demanding for the heat, which makes Meg, who has mastered two hundred roast beef skewers while flipping skills, can't stand the temper, but after a blast, his temper is very good. Closed up.

Beef granules can not burst, this is a kind of tempered ingredients, you have to squat.

After about twenty minutes, the pig's eye has been baked into a shiny brown, and the whole body has shrunk in a circle. The slightly fatned skin is shrunk and shrunk, and the oil is scented. The attractive flavor of the barbecue has already come. Sprinkle with cumin peppers and flip two more turns. This becomes.

"Slightly patient, it doesn't seem to be difficult." McGonagall looked at the roast pig's eyes in his hand and wore four pig eyes on a bamboo stick.

After the roasting pig's eye, the horror value seems to have plummeted a lot, at least not inadvertently facing a pair of dead pig eyes.

However, for most people, such a value still has a strong impact, especially after knowing that this is a roast pig eye, it is estimated that many people will rise up to resist.

McGonagall looked at the roast pig's eye in his hand. If it wasn't too tempting after roasting, and he was used to the pig's eye, he wouldn't necessarily try this super dark dish.

“System, have I succeeded?” McGonagall asked. “I have never tasted the food of roast pig eyes in my life. Is there any standard for this dish?”

"The first point: from the top, the third pig's eye skin is too dry and hard, because the oil itself is too little, it should be baked separately during the baking process. This is an excellent chef in the cooking process. The problem that should be actively discovered and solved."

"The second point: the second pig's eye failed to wear tight, and there was a positional shift during the baking process. The whole pig eye failed to reach the qualified state, and the carelessness would destroy a dish."

"The third point: ..."

The system enumerates the mistakes that Meg made in the seemingly perfect baking process.

"So, the problem is quite a lot." McGonagall nodded to accept the system's picky advice. If it was only this level, it would not be long before he could complete the roast pig's eye, which is a matter of detail.

"Brashed pig eye success criteria:

Bite open, pig eye slurry burst, no smell, it is endless;

The eyeball has the fleshy feel of the teeth, the chew is texture-sensing, the outer toughness is tender, soft and juicy, and the taste is strong;

The crisp lens and cornea, like brittle bones, bring different chewing pleasures. ”

The system then issued standards.

McGonagall: "???"

"In other words, the system, if my memory is not missing because of crossing, then I should have not eaten the pig's eye? Is this excessive standard not mentioned by me?" McGonagall asked, the more The broad requirements mean that the higher the requirements, because the system will perform according to the highest standards.

"This is a series of copywriting in life." The system replied.

"You copy even the copy?" McGonagall rolled his eyes.

"Isn't this indicating the source?" The system is justified.

"I..." McGonagall opened his mouth and was speechless, but quickly said: "I think this copy may have a boastful component."

"As a candidate for a kitchen god, mastering the best barbecue experience, if this requirement of the copy is not reached, it is not worse than bragging."

"Count you!" McGon thought about it, as if it was so reasonable, and soon put it into the eyes of the roast pig.

Making food beyond the imagination of the diners is what a sought-after chef should do.

It's like a bowl of ordinary soy milk, an ordinary fritter, in the hands of different chefs, can also emit different colors.

What Meg has to do is to let the food in his hands, the most beautiful color.

“The taste is a bit worse, fail!”

"The eyeball slurry smell is not exhausted, fail!"

"failure……"

The number of days on the wall is slowly decreasing. McGonagall accepts the failure again and again. The method of baking is becoming more and more skillful. The string of pig eyes in the hand has also changed from one to two, three. Put it!

For a moment, McGonagall felt that he and the skewers in his hands and the oven below were all in one. He could sense the hot temperature of the charcoal in the stove, feel the subtle changes in the grilling, and then at the right time. Turn over the skewers and brush with the right oil and sauce.

This is a very mysterious feeling, as if time is getting slow, and he can control everything as he pleases.

"Ding!"

“Perfect roast pig eyes are achieved!”

McGonagall had just tested the hungry pig eyes on the plate in front of him and heard the sound of the system sounded.

“Is it successful?” McGonagall did not show too much surprise, but it showed a strange surprise. He felt that this roast pig's eye was not perfect enough, and the next one he could do better.

He looked up at the countdown on the wall, and the time had passed for a hundred days without knowing it.

"It's no wonder that the barbecue is not easy to get started. It is even harder to become a master." McGonagall felt a sigh in his heart. The time to learn the roast pig's eyes was fast enough to catch up with the time when he used to learn to jump over the wall.

McGonagall did not rush to exit the kitchen test site, but continued to invest in the eyes of the roast pig, he wanted to do more perfect.