Chapter 1529
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The door of the oven opened, and the spicy aroma filled Kitchen One immediately.
"It smells so good!"
The eyes of the chefs in the kitchen lit up.
"I can smell the spiciness, but I can't resist the aroma. I didn't expect the aroma to become so strong after putting a fish in this square container for such a short time. What kind of magical artifact is this?!"
"This is grilled fish? But why don't I see the grill and charcoal fire? How did this fish get grilled? And how did it make the aroma so rich and delicious? "
"Gulp."
The aroma of the grilled fish spread, and caused an uproar and gasp.
This aroma was so irresistible that even the old chefs who had been in the kitchen for decades couldn't resist it.
Of course, what surprised them even more was Meg's cooking method, and this aroma that completely subverted their imagination of grilled fish. It was so invasive.
"This aroma …" Heyman was astonished. He looked at Mag's back with admiration as he muttered in his heart, "As expected of the man who won the best chef award at the Roth Kingdom's royal banquet where all the famous chefs gathered."
"Let's put it over there first." Meg took the grilled fish out of the oven, and placed it on the charcoal fire that was already prepared at the side. There were all kinds of vegetables and hot pot noodles under it. Putting it on the fire and grilling it for a while would make the grilled fish more flavorful, and the vegetables were an essential part of grilled fish.
Many of the orc chefs present had already swallowed their saliva many times as they looked at the grilled fish that was gurgling on the fire.
"It looks like grilled fish, but why is there soup in this grilled fish? Shouldn't grilled fish be better as it dries? "a chef questioned softly with a puzzled look on his face.
"Hmph, this is an unprofessional grilled fish. A real grilled fish is supposed to be crispy and fragrant. This kind of soup doesn't deserve to be called grilled fish at all." A plump old chef pursed his lips in disdain. He was the chef in charge of grilling fish in the main kitchen.
His words immediately attracted the agreement and agreement of many orc chefs. This was not in line with their knowledge.
Meg walked to the fire, and started to stir-fry the eggplant with garlic sauce.
This dish was the simplest among all the dishes made tonight. The spices were stir-fried in the iron wok, and the overflowing aroma soon attracted the chefs' attention.
Stir-Frying was not common in this world. Humans were used to stewing their food, while orcs preferred to roast their food.
It was the first time for many of the chefs present to see vegetables being cut so delicately and then stir-fried in a strange-looking iron wok.
What made them even more confused was that they couldn't tell what kind of spices Meg had put into the pot. The aroma of the meat was so rich that it didn't lose out to the roasted fish from before.
The eggplant was put into the wok and stir-fried. Not long after, the softened eggplant was wrapped in a layer of thick red sauce and served on a plate. It looked and smelled good.
After handing the eggplant with garlic sauce to Mia, Meg turned around and turned off the fire in the high-pressure stew. He pressed the button to reduce the pressure and poured the braised pork into the black stone pot.
The rich aroma of the meat wafted out. The orcs were very familiar with the aroma of pork, but no one could make the aroma of pork so rich and enticing.
"Oh my god … Although I don't know what he's cooking, I've never seen such an enticing aroma in my life," a young chef couldn't help but say softly as he swallowed his saliva.
"The aroma is so enticing, the taste must be good. That's what my master taught me," an apprentice nodded in agreement.
"No! Shut up! It's not me! "a middle-aged chef behind him said with a red face.
Although they didn't want to admit it, the enticing aroma that filled Kitchen Number One made many of the orc chefs who came to watch the show change their opinion of Meg.
As chefs, they naturally understood how difficult it was to make food have such an enticing aroma. There was no reason why food with such an enticing aroma wouldn't taste good.
Everyone looked at Meg with a complicated expression. A young human chef with countless halos and titles, a chef who was invited by the chief to be in charge of the main banquet, was the man in front of them.
Even an ordinary banquet could be made with such delicious and enticing food.
Mia took out the beggar's chicken whose shell was roasted golden red from the oven and placed it on a tray. She took out the small hammer that she always carried with her and lightly knocked on the center of the mud shell. Fine cracks instantly covered the entire eggshell. Then, with a crisp cracking sound, the eggshell opened up like a lotus flower, revealing the golden beggar's chicken within.
"The mud and chicken are perfectly separated, just like an eggshell. I didn't expect there to be such a magical method of roasting chicken in this world!"
"I didn't expect roasting chicken with yellow mud to be so delicious. I'm going to try it later."
"The aroma of each dish is different, but they're all equally enticing … This guy is too showy, isn't he?"
The aroma of the roasted chicken spread out and caused a commotion again.
The doubts gradually disappeared. Even the most old-fashioned old chefs didn't have the courage to say anything provocative when surrounded by such an enticing aroma.
"Manager Hyman, have you eaten dinner? Do you want to have some together? "Meg asked with a smile as he looked at Hyman, who was secretly swallowing his saliva at the side.
"I've been too busy today. I just realized that I haven't eaten dinner … Burp." Hyman covered his mouth and smiled awkwardly. "I haven't eaten dinner, and I'm burping from hunger. If Mr. Meg and the ladies don't mind, then I'll be thick-skinned and eat a little. "
"Uncle Hai Eel, you have to do as you say. If you say it's a little tasty, then just eat a little. Don't eat too much. Otherwise, we'll all starve." Ai Mi said to Hymin with a serious expression. Her little face carried traces of worry.
"I'm Hyman, not Sea Eel …" Hyman corrected her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He had long heard of this harmless and adorable little ancestor. She was the precious disciple of the Lord of Ice and the Lord of Fire. She was a genius magus, and her status was much higher than her father's.
Even the Falk Tribe wasn't willing to bear the wrath of those two legendary magic casters.
"Mm-hmm, I'll restrain myself." Heyman nodded seriously. Actually, he had already eaten dinner. It was just that the aroma was too alluring, and the chance to taste Mag's culinary skills without leaving the Falk Tribe was simply too precious. Even if he only had one bite of each dish, he didn't want to miss this opportunity.
There was a set of table and chairs in the corner of Kitchen No. 1. Meg couldn't be bothered to bring the dishes to the dining room, so he just ate in the kitchen.
Everyone sat around the table. Hyman got someone to bring a small stool over, and sat down carefully at the corner of the table.
"Let's eat." Meg picked up the bowl, and took a mouthful of steaming white rice. He felt the soft rice become more fragrant and sweet as he chewed, and his mood improved.
"This grilled fish …" Hyman picked up his chopsticks, and stared at the grilled fish in the pot.
The chefs' gazes also landed on Hyman. The color, aroma, and taste were all present. As for the taste, they would have to wait for Hyman's taste test.
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