Meg turned on the stove, turned to look at Phyllis, and said with a smile, "I'm not used to explaining while I'm cooking. It's disrespectful to both the food and the guests. So, you just watch at noon. Try to understand as much as you can."
"Okay." Phyllis nodded seriously, her little face full of seriousness.
Meg didn't say anything else. He poured a spoonful of oil into the wok and heated it up. Spices were added into the wok, and the aroma began to spread. All kinds of ingredients were poured into the wok in an orderly manner. The wok and spatula danced in Meg's hands, jumping high and then landing lightly. His movements were as smooth as flowing water.
Phyllis watched him in a daze. She used the strictest standards to ensure that every step of her cooking was perfect, ensuring that the taste of the food was rigorous and stable, but in the end, she still seemed a little rigid in the process.
However, watching Mag cook was a type of visual pleasure. His lithe and fit body seemed to have fused as one with the iron pot in his hand, and the extremely heavy black iron pot danced in his hand like a feather. His movements were very pleasing to the eye, and the onlookers couldn't help but be immersed in the sight of him.
And this was just the beginning. One wok, two wok, three wok, four wok!
Mag was cooking four pots at once, and he was making two portions of Yangzhou fried rice and black pepper steak at once. There were also over 100 kebabs on the grill beside him, and Mag was moving between the pots in a very efficient manner.
The fried rice was out of the wok, the steaks were placed on the plates, and the kebabs were sprinkled with cumin powder. One after another, delicious dishes were brought out of the kitchen and delivered to the guests' tables.
Phyllis's eyes became brighter and brighter. If it were her, she wouldn't be able to cook as fast as Meg even if she only cooked one dish, let alone multitasking and cooking so many dishes at the same time.
What was more amazing was that even though he was cooking so many dishes at once, every dish still looked so perfect. There was no difference in color between the dishes. Just looking at them, she could feel the tempting taste. The dense aroma in the air made her salivate even though she had already eaten lunch.
The guests' praises kept coming from outside. Their faces were filled with happy smiles, as if the delicious food in front of them was the only thing left in their eyes. Happiness came so easily.
Phyllis didn't doubt their feelings, because she had tasted that delicacy this afternoon. It was a taste that could heal everything.
"If it's possible, I want to be such a chef too." Phyllis gazed at Meg as an idea that she had never had before arose from the bottom of her heart and took hold of her heart.
Ever since she was sensible, she had only had Princess Irina in her life. She had learned floral arts, culinary arts, and back massages … Everything she had done was to better serve Her Highness and make her feel comfortable and happy.
Yes, she had never thought about what she wanted to do.
In her world, there was only the princess.
And now, for the first time, she wanted to do something for herself.
Perhaps it was because he had left the forest, or perhaps he had seen a wider world.
The princess was still important in her heart, but this sudden thought was hard to erase.
To become a chef, a chef who could cook for his customers, a chef who could bring happiness to his customers … It was a bold and clear goal.
"Princess … should agree, right?" Phyllis was a little concerned, but a determined look appeared in her eyes as she looked at Meg, who was working tirelessly in front of the stove.
"Here's your Yangzhou fried rice." Yabemiya served the first dish to Abraham. Abraham's eyes immediately lit up upon hearing Meg's words.
Fried rice was a commoner's dish that could occasionally be seen on the streets of Rodu. It was usually fried with rice and eggs, and different chefs would occasionally add other ingredients into the dish. However, most fried rice was made with eggs and rice as the main ingredient.
As a veteran foodie, Abraham had tasted fried rice before, but aside from the one on the Renhe Food Street, which was quite good, he had never tasted any fried rice that made him want to try it again.
It was also fried rice, but the appearance of the so-called Yangzhou fried rice in front of him surprised him a little.
All of the ingredients were mixed together, and it appeared to be a little messy. In the eyes of professional chefs, this was a low-level cooking method as the differences between different ingredients would affect one another. If too many ingredients were mixed together, it would be very difficult to combine them.
However, the delicious aroma wafting toward him seemed to refute his thoughts. The aromas of the eggs and all of the other ingredients were so rich that he was unable to make up his mind.
After calming himself down, Abraham took a closer look, and the surprise in his eyes became even more pronounced.
All of the ingredients had been sliced to the size of grains of rice. Even the green beans had been sliced to the size of grains of rice. What was even more astonishing to him were the eggs that were wrapped around the rice.
Unlike the fried rice that he usually saw, where the eggs were separated from the rice, the eggs in this fried rice were perfectly wrapped around the rice. Every single grain of rice was shimmering with golden light, and there wasn't even the slightest hint of adhesion.
"How … how did he do this?!" Abraham murmured to himself in shock. He had never seen fried rice like this before.
As the aroma in the air grew stronger, his hungry stomach began to rumble. He couldn't help but pick up the spoon and put a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth.
The fragrance of the chopped green onions and the eggs assailed his nostrils. The eggs that were wrapped around the rice almost melted in his mouth. The grain-sized shrimp and ham had a very delicate texture, and the egg-wrapped rice was full of sweetness after being chewed. The flavors of all of the ingredients melted in his mouth and continuously assaulted his taste buds. Even after swallowing, the aroma still filled his mouth.
"This taste is simply amazing!"
Abraham's face was full of shock. All of his previous doubts had disappeared.
The variety of ingredients didn't affect the taste of the fried rice in the slightest. Instead, it added a rich texture and layers to the originally ordinary fried rice.
"I didn't expect such a simple fried rice to be able to make such a wonderful taste. As expected of Mr. Mak!" Abraham couldn't help but pick up the spoon again, savoring the delicacies one mouthful after another. He felt as if the sufferings he had suffered over the past few days were nothing at all, and he was completely healed by this sense of bliss.
"Ding!"
The spoon came into contact with the plate, and Abraham lowered his head to look at the empty plate. He raised his hand with a dissatisfied expression, and said, "Waiter, please give me another … no, three servings!"
"Sir, didn't you agree to what the owner said just now?" Yabemiya looked at Abraham with a resigned expression.
"Well …" Abraham's expression immediately fell. He looked toward the kitchen, and after a brief internal struggle, he sighed, and said, "Maybe next time."
"Delicious food is right in front of me, but I can't eat more … This is so painful!" Abraham looked toward the kitchen with a hint of resentment.
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