Skewers of pig's eyes were placed on the grill. The temperature of the fire must not be too high. Otherwise, the hot liquid might explode and splatter all over one's face.
The skewers were flipped back and forth over a small fire. During the process, the skewers were brushed with various sauces and spices, patiently waiting for the eyeballs to be cooked from the inside out.
The skin of the pig's eyes sizzled with oil, and the aroma gradually spread out.
"Seems like it's just like that." Meg raised his eyebrows slightly. He casually flipped the skewers of pig's eyes in his hand and slowly moved them to the area where the fire was more intense.
Poof …
The sound of an eyeball exploding was heard. One of the eyeballs on the skewers suddenly exploded. The hot liquid splattered everywhere, and a part of it flew toward his face.
"Damn, it really explodes!" Meg tilted his head and easily avoided the liquid.
Poof, poof, poof, poof …
Almost at the same time, the remaining pig's eyes all exploded.
Meg quickly let go of the bamboo skewers in his hand and took two steps back at the same time. Only then did he narrowly avoid the hot liquid that shot out in all directions after the explosion.
"This is probably the most dangerous dish I've ever made, right?" Meg looked at the grill and the wall that were a mess because of the liquid. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly awkwardly. If this happened in a real kitchen, it would be an accident.
Meg did not need to clean up. After about five seconds, the grill and the countertop were clean again.
"Looks like I still have to strictly follow the experience and standards of an expert. I shouldn't be overconfident." Meg quickly adjusted his attitude. He took a bamboo skewer and skewered another skewer of pig's eyes. With a serious expression, he stood in front of the grill and started to roast the pig's eyes again.
Roasting the pig's eyes had a very strict requirement on the heat control. This made Mag, who had already mastered the technique of flipping 200 beef kebabs at the same time, a little impatient. However, after experiencing the explosion once, his impatience was suppressed very well.
The beef cubes would not explode. This was an ingredient with a temper, and one had to coax it.
About twenty minutes later, the pig's eyes had been roasted to a glossy brown color. They had shrunk a lot, and the slightly fat skin had been roasted until it had shrunk and was still sizzling with oil. The tempting aroma of the roasted meat had already reached their nostrils. After sprinkling some cumin and chili and flipping it twice, it was done.
"With a little bit of patience, it doesn't seem that difficult." Meg sized up the roasted pig's eyes in his hand. There were four pig's eyes on a bamboo skewer.
After being roasted, the Terror Value of the pig's eyes plummeted. At the very least, he would not accidentally look into a pair of dead pig's eyes.
However, to most people, this kind of appearance was still very impactful, especially after knowing that it was roasted pig's eyes. Many people would probably resist it.
Meg looked at the roasted pig's eyes in his hand. If it wasn't for the tempting aroma of the roasted pig's eyes, and the fact that he was already used to eating pig's eyes, he wouldn't have tried this super dark cuisine.
"System, did I succeed?" Meg asked casually. "I've never tasted something like roasted pig's eyes in my previous life. There shouldn't be any standards for this dish, right?"
"First point: Counting from the top, the skin of the third pig's eye is too dry and hard. Because it has too little oil, it should be brushed with oil during the roasting process. This is a problem that an excellent chef should take the initiative to discover and solve during the cooking process."
"Second point: The second pig's eye was not tightly fastened. During the roasting process, the position of the second pig's eye shifted, and the entire pig's eye could not reach the standard standard. Carelessness will ruin the dish."
"Third point: …"
The system listed all the mistakes that Meg had made during the seemingly perfect roasting process.
"Now that you mention it, there are indeed quite a lot of problems." Meg nodded and accepted the system's picky suggestions. If it was only to this extent, he would be able to complete the roasted pig's eyes in no time. It was all about the details.
"The criteria for success in roasted pig's eyes:
Once you bite into it, the liquid in the pig's eyes will burst out. There is no fishy smell, and it will leave a lasting aftertaste.
The eyeball has a chewy texture, and the texture is touching. It is tough on the outside and tender on the inside. It is soft and juicy, and the texture is chewy.
The clear lens and cornea are like brittle bones, and it brings a different kind of pleasure when chewing. "
The system continued to list out the criteria.
Meg, "???"
"Speaking of which, System, if my memory is not lost because of my transmigration, then I haven't eaten roasted pig's eyes before, right? I'm not the one who came up with this kind of ridiculous criteria, am I? " Meg asked with a frown. The broader the criteria, the higher the criteria, because the system would implement them according to the highest standards.
"This is a proposal for a string of life," the system answered.
"You even copied the proposal?" Meg rolled his eyes.
"Didn't I state where it came from?" the system said confidently.
"I …" Meg opened his mouth, but he was speechless. However, he quickly said, "I think this proposal might be boastful."
"As a candidate for the God of Cookery, I have the best experience in roasting. If I can't even meet the requirements of the proposal, then wouldn't it be worse than boasting?"
"You win!" Meg thought for a while, and it seemed to make some sense. Soon, he immersed himself in roasting the pig's eyes.
Making delicacies that were beyond the imagination of the diners was what a chef with ambition should do.
Just like a bowl of ordinary soy milk or an ordinary youtiao, in the hands of different chefs, they could also shine with different colors.
What Meg wanted to do was to let the delicacies shine with the most beautiful colors in his hands.
"The texture is not good enough, failure!"
"The fishy smell of the liquid in the eyeball has not been removed, failure!"
"Failure …"
The number of days on the wall slowly decreased. Meg accepted failure after failure expressionlessly. His roasting technique became more and more skillful, and the pig's eyes in his hands grew from one skewer to two skewers, three skewers, and finally a whole bunch!
For a moment, Meg felt that he had become one with the skewers in his hands and the grill below. He could feel the heat of the charcoal in the grill and feel the subtle changes in the skewers as they were being roasted. Then, he flipped the skewers at the right time and brushed the appropriate oil and sauce on them.
This was a very mysterious feeling. It was as if time had slowed down, and he could control everything as he wished.
"Ding!"
"Perfect roasted pig's eyes achieved!"
Meg placed a bunch of hungry pig's eyes on the plate in front of him. Then, he heard the system's voice.
"Did I succeed?" Meg did not appear too surprised. Instead, he revealed a hint of surprise. He felt that this serving of roasted pig's eyes was not perfect enough. He could make the next serving better.
He raised his head and looked at the countdown on the wall. A hundred days had passed without him noticing.
"No wonder they say that it is not easy to learn how to roast meat. It is even harder to become a master." Meg sighed in his heart. The time he took to learn this roasted pig's eyes was almost the same as the time he took to learn Buddha jumps over the wall.
Meg was not in a hurry to leave the test field for the God of Cookery. Instead, he continued to immerse himself in roasting the pig's eyes. He wanted to make it more perfect.
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