Chapter 2374： Have you learned it?

The guests entered the door one after another, McGonagall greeted him well, and there were some strangers who would happily call him Boss McGonagall, and then said that he was a well-known fan.

Then, a familiar name leaped into his eyes.

"Beate, male, human, 45 years old..."

McGonagall looked at the dark-skinned, beard-faced, tall man who looked like a businessman who had been traveling all the year round, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The chef of Dukas restaurant, who has also competed on the same stage before, is naturally not so forgetful.

However, his makeup look is quite delicate, if it weren't for the hint of the psychic gate, he really didn't tell at first glance that it was him.

Only at this point, he is not busy working in the kitchen at Dukas restaurant, so what will he do in Maimi restaurant? In his impression, the business of Dukas Restaurant should be good.

"Could it be that he also came to learn art?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows, thoughtfully, and smiled and nodded with Beate, without saying much.

During this period of time, some of the guests of Mai Mi Restaurant were chefs from other restaurants, which he knew well.

To distinguish the most distinguishing characteristics of these people, it is to come for a few days, order the same dish every time, eat slowly, taste carefully, nod from time to time, and more often look like scratching your ears and cheeks in distress.

Beatr entered the dining room, looked around, and chose a seat facing the kitchen, where he could see the inside of the kitchen through the crystal.

This is the first time he has entered the interior of the Maimi restaurant. Although he has heard many rumors and news, he is still a little surprised to see this bold kitchen design.

You must know that the most important thing for a chef is the privacy of the recipes. You can’t wait to be the only one in the kitchen when cooking, lest your recipes be stolen by others.

Just like when he made roast suckling pig, the seasonings in the marinating and roasting process were all prepared at home and brought to the restaurant. Only he knew the marinating technique and roasting know-how.

This is the reason why he has been able to hold the position of the chef of Dukas restaurant for more than ten years, and it is also the way of survival of a chef in the workplace.

But McGonagall subverted this law. He opened the kitchen so that everyone could see what he was doing.

You must know that McGonagall is now the hottest chef on the Nolan continent. With the spread of food magazines, he has gained a great reputation.

In the restaurant now, including the one sitting next to him, Beyat has observed more than eight chefs.

Their purpose of sitting here is the same as him.

But McGonagall didn't care about the existence of these peepers and copyists. He even published a recipe for fish-flavored eggplant in gourmet magazines and a recipe for braised pork in a children's picture book.

He was so open and upright that Beate felt like a despicable mouse at the moment, moving his body uncomfortably.

But he had no choice. He had to save his career and rescue the Dukas restaurant that was in trouble.

"Just this time... I learned this dish, and I will never do anything like this in the future." Beyat thought in his heart, and opened the menu on the table.

The exquisite dishes on the menu make him in awe. As a chef, he knows how difficult it is to create a gourmet dish.

McGonagall’s creativity is amazing. Every dish on the menu is so unique. He uses a variety of cooking methods to collide seemingly unmatched ingredients to create a delicious dish.

Then his eyes fell on the shiny golden ‘steamed yellow croaker’.

This is a fish that Beyat has never seen before. It should be some kind of sea fish, like a gold cast, shiny.

Compared to spicy grilled fish covered with chili and chopped pepper fish head, steamed large yellow croaker looks much lighter.

"Sir, what do you want to order?" Yabeimia walked to the table and asked, looking at Beate.

"I want a steamed yellow croaker and a fish-flavored eggplant." Beyat closed the menu and said.

"Okay, please wait a moment." Mia smiled and nodded.

Beyat leaned back comfortably on the back of his chair, looking like he was admiring the busy chef in the kitchen. This is also one of the pleasures of the guests sitting near the kitchen waiting for the dishes.

The dishes were reported to the kitchen, and Beyat saw McGonagall pick up the fried rice in the pot, took out ten beggar chickens from the oven, took two copies of the Buddha jumped over the wall and put them on the dining table, and then walked to the fish tank on the side.

"Here!" Beate leaned forward slightly, staring at McGonagall.

Through the practice of dish analysis, it is naturally better to look at the efficiency and accuracy of the chef's cooking.

The use of materials, heat, and steps. I don't know how long it will take to reproduce these by analysis, but if he can watch McGonagall do it with his own eyes, he is confident that he can learn it.

McGonagall reached into the fish tank, and when he lifted it up, he was already holding a two-pound large yellow croaker in his hand.

Dissecting fish, cleaning, steaming...

McGonagall's movements were so fast that Beate's eyes could not keep up. In the meantime, a hundred skewers of roast beef were served on skewers and two steaks were taken out of the pot.

When McGonagall put on the lid of the steamer and continued to walk between the various stoves while cooking several kinds of food at the same time, Beyat still opened his mouth and looked confused.

Have you learned it?

eye:? ? ?

hand:? ? ?

Yes, he didn't even see what McGonagall did.

His movements are too fast, and the work done in a short period of time is too much, making it impossible for people to keep up with his rhythm.

He only saw a few general steps, but didn't see what seasonings and ingredients he put in.

"It seems that it can only be recovered by tasting." Beyat's mood sinks slightly.

About five minutes later, the large yellow croaker was out of the oven, and McGonagall brought it directly to the dining table aside.

"Your steamed yellow croaker and fish-flavored eggplant." Soon the two dishes floated out of the kitchen and landed firmly in front of Beyat.

Maimi Restaurant’s unique way of serving dishes is controlled by the Space Magician, and other restaurants can’t afford it.

Beyat’s gaze has been attracted by the steamed yellow croaker in front of him. The golden yellow croaker is not big and has a streamlined body. The fish is cut in half from the middle and spread out on a long plate. The golden fine scales still shine with golden light after cooking, and the slender white onions are dotted with fresh fragrance.

"Guru."

Beat's throat rolled.

The fragrant taste is not as aggressive as the spicy grilled fish at the same table, but it still possesses great power and allure.

The refreshing soup has only a shallow layer. Looking at the whole fish, you can't see the rest of the side dishes.

Large yellow croaker is the only protagonist of this dish, the green onion strips are not even a supporting role!