"If top-grade beef is the backbone of a kebab, then an exceptional kebab sauce is the soul of a kebab. A top-grade kebab sauce can enhance the taste buds while also elevating the deliciousness of the beef to the extreme. The sauces created by all chefs are one in a million, and they are the key differentiator between kebab and other kebab. " After Meg mastered the cow-slaughtering technique and was able to slaughter an entire Ironhide Bull in an extremely short amount of time, the system's voice sounded again.
Meg was in agreement with this. On Earth, one could buy beef of the highest quality as long as they had the money. However, the same kebab would taste completely different in the hands of different chefs, as if it had been imprinted with the chef's signature. The key to this was clearly the sauces and seasonings.
"Making sauces is also a skill." Meg opened the seasoning box beside him to find that the 28-compartment box was almost full.
He had a few sauces to choose from in his mind, but on this occasion, the system didn't give him the exact amount of seasonings to use. Instead, it used the words "micro", "small", "medium", and "large" to describe the amount of seasonings he needed.
"System, aren't you being a little unprofessional this time? How much is micro? And how much is large? Are you trying to screw me over? "Meg raised an eyebrow.
"Please watch your words, host. The system is not a creature that reproduces normally, so there is no such thing as a 'father'!" the system's voice sounded.
"You can't be so sure about that. System, you've studied Earth's history for so long; do you know who the father of Apple is?"
"Steve Jobs."
"What about the father of hybrid rice?"
"Yuan Longping!"
"The father of the atom in China?"
"Qian Sanqiang!"
"Then do you know why they're referred to as the father of XX?"
"Apple was founded and developed by Steve Jobs, Yuan Longping led the development of hybrid rice technology, and Qian Sanqiang made outstanding contributions to China's atom technology!"
"System, you were created because I transmigrated into this world. Using the above three analogies, now, tell me loudly. System, who am I to you?"
"Dad … Host! Please don't confuse the two concepts, these are two completely different things! "the System said angrily. Even its voice was trembling slightly.
"You said it yourself." Meg shrugged as the corner of his lips curled up.
"As a candidate for the God of Cookery, mastering the amount of spices needed to concoct sauces is one of the most basic skills. In order to cultivate the host's ability, the system has made the amount of spices vague. If the host wants to concoct the best quality sauces, the host needs to have a deep understanding of spices and find a wonderful balance between them. This is the skill that a professional chef should have," the system said seriously after calming down its voice.
"Looks like I'll have to run out of time before I can get out." Meg raised his head and looked at the wall. More than ten days had passed. Killing a cow had taken so much time. He began to seriously study the various spices that would be needed.
Meg didn't refute the system's words because he knew that this was indeed a very good opportunity for him to train.
Now, he was still in the stage of learning. Relying on the various top-notch recipes and experience bags provided by the system, he took shortcuts to master a series of top-notch cooking methods. But now, if he was only given ingredients and was asked to create a dish of the same level, he simply couldn't do it.
In terms of understanding of ingredients and spices, he might not even be comparable to a housewife who cooked all year round.
And now, the system was forcing him to understand and learn the characteristics of these spices and spices. Moreover, he had to use what he learned to the extreme.
Facing this kind of challenge, Meg's heart was already burning with a burning fighting spirit. Only by constantly learning and experimenting would he be able to create his own dish sooner or later. At that time, he would be worthy of the title of God of Cookery.
There were three flavors of soy sauce, spicy sauce, and garlic sauce. Three completely different ratios. Meg calmed down and slowly understood the characteristics of each of the spices. Then, he began to experiment with the taste of the different spices after they were mixed together.
The experience bag gave him a direction. What Meg needed to do was to adjust the ratio and mix the best sauce.
Meg tasted the first sauce that he mixed. It was really hard to explain in a few words. Then, he began to enter a cycle of constantly changing the way he mixed it.
Although he kept failing, Meg dared to face failure and didn't feel depressed. He seriously thought about the shortcomings of the process and immediately threw himself into the next mix.
The first one to receive the system's approval was the sauce-flavored sauce. Mag was able to develop the garlic and spicy-flavored sauces in no time. The three sauces had three completely different flavors and textures, and Mag was already looking forward to how the beef would taste after being coated with these sauces.
When the sauces were finished, more than 30 days had passed on the wall. Meg didn't have much time left.
He pulled out a knife from the knife holder and cut a piece of beef into two-centimeter cubes. Then, he carefully mixed the sauce into the beef with his hands.
After marinating, he passed a twenty-centimeter long bamboo skewer through the middle of the meat. There were five pieces of beef on each skewer. The pieces of beef with some traces of blood were covered with snow patterns. He put them aside for later use.
There was a long iron grill in the left corner of the kitchen. The charcoal fire was already burning red. Meg reached out to test the temperature and shook his head slightly. After a while, he picked up five beef kebabs from the plate and put them on the grill.
"Si …"
The half-fat and lean beef was placed on the hot iron rack, making a beautiful sound. After brushing a small amount of oil on the beef, the white snowflake-like fat meat on the beef sizzled. Soon, the white snowflake-like fat meat became crystal clear, and the aroma of the beef began to spread in the kitchen.
The color of the beef gradually deepened. The oil on the beef's surface burst, and the aroma in the air became more and more intense.
When the beef was about seventy percent cooked, Meg picked up a brush, dipped it in the sauce that he mixed earlier, and spread it evenly on the beef's surface.
The beef on the grill made a sizzling sound. The sauce was like a catalyst. The aroma of the beef mixed with the sauce's aroma drifted in the air, making people salivate.
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