Meg raised an eyebrow as he listened to the system's self-praise. "My system, you're really something. Using aviation technology to brew beer is like using an aviation missile to kill a mosquito."
"Host, please don't insult the ingenuity of a system!" the system said solemnly.
"Good, good, good." Meg rolled his eyes and asked curiously, "But brewing beer is so simple. Can I use the test space for the God of Cookery once?"
"Although the method of brewing beer is simple, the proportion of malt, hops, yeast, and other ingredients needed to be controlled by the host. This can train the host's control. Furthermore, there are methods to store and use the beer in the later stages. If you want to brew the most perfect beer, the host will have to put in a lot of effort. Therefore, the host can use the test space for the God of Cookery once," the system replied.
Meg thought for a moment and nodded. "Brewing beer in the kitchen is a waste of space. Although your beer brewing machine is a miniature version, it's still about the size of a refrigerator. Why don't you put it in the spare room on the third floor and use it as a wine cellar in the future?"
"Alright. Does the host want to enter the test space for the God of Cookery now?" the system asked.
"I'll take a look at the experience bag for the beef kebab first before deciding if I want to finish them tonight." Meg said inwardly. Then, he opened another shiny experience bag with his consciousness.
All of the experience and techniques related to the beef kebab surged into his mind. Meg, who was already used to the simple method of brewing beer, was completely unprepared for the sudden influx of information. His brain was a little dazed, and it took him a few minutes to recover.
"Holy f * ck! A small beef kebab is actually so complicated? I feel like this is the biggest challenge I've ever faced," Meg mumbled in surprise as he shook his head.
This small beef kebab, from the mixing of the sauce to the marinating of the beef, to the kebab, to the flipping of the beef, to the control of the fire, to the control of the fire, to the timing of the seasonings, and so on, all of these required very strict standards.
In order to make a perfect kebab, a chef had to be very skilled in the art of roasting meat. He had to have perfect control over every step of the process. This was obviously not something that could be done by a roadside stall.
Meg thought for a while and rejected the idea of learning two dishes in one go. "Let's first brew today. I'll use the rest of the time to consolidate the increase in my realm brought by yesterday's level up. I'll practice my sword art to the extreme and learn how to roast beef kebabs tomorrow.
Roasting beef kebabs was a completely new challenge for him. Very few of the cooking experiences he had learned in the past could be applied here. He had no idea how long it would take for him to succeed. Furthermore, the number of times he had eaten kebabs in his previous life was so many that even he couldn't count them all. Who knew what kind of perverted requests he would have made back then? If he were to be trapped in the God of Cookery's dimension for an entire night, he would have wasted an opportunity to use the God of Cookery's dimension.
After taking a quick shower, Meg changed into his pajamas and walked over to Amy's bed. He looked at the little girl sleeping soundly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He returned to his bed and covered himself with the blanket. Then, he closed his eyes and used his divine sense to push open the door to the test field for the God of Cookery.
A white light flashed, and Meg found himself in a small room. This time, he wasn't in the kitchen. Instead, he was in the empty room on the third floor. On the left side of the room, there was a silver-colored metal apparatus that was about the height of a person. All kinds of metal pipes and tubes were connected together. It looked extremely high-end and metallic.
Beside the beer brewer were several wooden barrels filled with malt, hops, and yeast. Next to the brewer were several wooden barrels, which were probably used to store the brewed beer.
"Although a sparrow is small, it has all the essentials. Using this kind of technology to build a beer brewer is simply a waste of resources." Meg stepped forward to inspect the aircraft-grade beer brewer. As a mechanical lackey, he was quite knowledgeable in this field. Furthermore, he had visited the Odinger Brewery in Germany many years ago, so he had a certain level of understanding of the craft of beer.
"System, is this beer as good as the beer brewed by the Odinger Brewery?" Meg asked internally. The Odinger Brewery was the leading brewer in Germany, and its status was similar to that of the Tsingtao Beer in China. It wasn't very high-end, but there were a few beers that were quite to Meg's liking.
Meg wasn't used to premium brews like Budweiser and Carlsberg. Instead, he preferred the Snow Beer and Tsingtao Beer. A few ice cubes were thrown into a large glass, and they were cold and crisp.
"Please don't compare the beer brewed by the system to those low-end beers. The system's aircraft-grade brewing technology ensures that all of the brewing processes are of the highest quality. Aside from the brewing technology, the system has also selected and cultivated all types of ingredients on the Norland Continent.
"The barley grown on the yellow plains to the northwest of the Twilight Forest receives over 16 hours of sunlight every day, and the barley has accumulated an unparalleled amount of sugar. The barley with the most plump barley grains and sufficient sugar was selected to be cultivated into malt.
"The hops grown in the Meiro River Basin have undergone several generations of cultivation, and they combine the superior characteristics of many different types of hops in the world. They have an outstanding aroma and rich foam, making them the best of the best.
"The yeast was also selected from many different types of yeast, and the optimal yeast was selected through the elimination of inferior genetic sequences. This can effectively reduce the fermentation time of the beer, and at the same time, enhance the taste of the beer."
…
The system introduced its research results with a smug look on its face. All that was missing was a "Why aren't you praising me yet?"
"Sounds good." Meg nodded.
"That's it?" The system was a little incredulous.
The system was unwilling to give up, and it continued, "Such an advanced beer brewer, such high-end ingredients, and such painstaking cultivation …"
"It's not bad." Meg nodded with a serious expression.
"…"
"Would it kill you to praise me?! The system spent so much time and effort to do so much research just so you could brew a cup of top-grade beer, and you're saying it's not bad? "The system's roaring voice sounded.
"Then … Oh, it's not bad." Meg nodded with a smile.
"Oh? Oh, f * ck you! "The system's enraged voice sounded, and a stampeding emoji appeared in Meg's mind.
Meg did his best to repress his laughter. As expected, teasing the system was one of his daily pastimes, and it was simply too delightful.
"System, you're charging for these ingredients, right?" Mag asked calmly in his mind.
"Of course!" the system replied with an enraged expression. It seemed that it was still very angry at being ignored.
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