While explaining to Phyllis, Meg continued to stroll around the beef shops. Phyllis listened attentively. She had already gotten used to the taste and scene of the market. When she didn't understand something, she would ask a few questions, and Meg would answer them one by one.
After visiting five beef shops in a row, Mag only managed to buy two slices of beef ribs that were to his liking. He smiled as he said, "It's already very good that I was able to find two slices of beef ribs in the afternoon. It's enough for practice."
"Then when is the best time to come to the market?" Phyllis asked curiously.
Meg answered with a smile, "Of course it's best in the early morning, when the ingredients are the freshest. But the real experts come in the wee hours, when the shop owners just start working. They can see what the whole cow looks like and what its condition is. As for the freshly slaughtered ingredients, they will immediately take them away and store them for later use. They will definitely be the best. "
"Young man, you are also an expert. When the market lights up in the wee hours, the people in charge of purchasing from the restaurants are already waiting outside. The cow hasn't been slaughtered yet, but someone has already ordered the parts. Good things like the kidneys can't be bought if you don't come early." The owner of the beef shop said with a smile.
"You actually need to come to the market in the wee hours just for a piece of fresh ingredients …" Phyllis felt a little incredulous. She looked at Meg with more and more admiration. With Meg's attitude towards food, he must be one of those people.
"Ingredients are the foundation of a dish. Even if a chef can use inferior ingredients to make a delicious dish, in his mind, the dish will definitely be imperfect." Meg nodded.
"Then does the excellent ingredient refer to the expensive and precious ingredients?" Phyllis asked again.
Meg shook his head slightly and said, "Excellent ingredients don't chase price and preciousness. It's meaningless to put a phoenix egg in the Egg-Fried Rice made for ordinary people. For a restaurant, appropriateness is more important than preciousness. In a restaurant's positioning, finding the best ingredients at the right price is the basic ability of an excellent chef."
"The best ingredients at the right price …" Phyllis seemed to understand something.
There were many varieties of vegetables in the market. There were common vegetables such as radishes, cabbages, and green vegetables. There were also Monkey Head Vegetables, Tyrant Vegetables, and other unique vegetables that were unique to this world. It was just that he couldn't think of a suitable vegetable to cook.
The system's sentence, "Even if you don't have the conditions, you have to create the conditions." It was very clear that he could only rely on himself to get first place in the vegetable rankings.
The system most likely wanted to test his creativity.
He couldn't bring himself to do something as shameful as wearing women's clothes and dancing Elysium Jodo in front of a restaurant.
Meg had memorized all the varieties of vegetables. When he went back, he would think about the dishes that he had eaten before and see if there were any that he could cook. Without the system's help, there was still some pressure.
"Let's go back. If you can't make the proper sauce today, these two pieces of beef won't be needed." Meg bought some spices from the spice stall and then brought Phyllis back to the restaurant.
"Are you sure you want to be a chef?" Meg asked Phyllis, who was putting on an apron, as he stopped at the entrance of the kitchen and looked back at Phyllis, who was putting on the apron.
Phyllis paused for a moment, and then nodded solemnly.
"Very good. I hope you can become an excellent chef as soon as possible. That way, you can become a full-time employee in advance, and your salary will be doubled," Meg said with a smile, and then walked directly into the kitchen.
"When roasting beef kebabs, you have to learn how to control the heat slowly through constant practice. Before that, the most important step is to make the sauce.
"The sauce is the soul of the beef kebabs. Anyone can roast beef kebabs, but if you eat beef kebabs in 100 different places, there will be 100 different flavors. The difference is in the sauce. Therefore, a good sauce will determine the quality of your beef kebabs."
Meg said to Phyllis as he laid out the spices that he had bought today.
"Then how do I make the sauce?" Phyllis looked at Meg nervously. She didn't expect that he would start teaching her so soon.
"The sauces I make have three flavors: spicy, soy sauce, and garlic sauce. The beef kebabs sold in the restaurant are all of these three flavors, and they can cover most of the customers' tastes." Meg smiled and said, "Of course, if you can make more interesting sauces in the future and get the customers' approval, you can do that. But for now, you have to learn from me how to make the sauces with these three flavors, and also have a deep understanding of all the spices."
"Okay." Phyllis nodded. She rarely added spices to her dishes, and at most, she would add a little salt, so she didn't know much about those exotic spices.
Meg put the beef kebabs in the fridge, and then explained the spices to Phyllis in an unhurried manner.
Of course, the best teachers for a chef were the tongue and the nose. After chewing dozens of peppercorns, Phyllis, whose face was flushed red, had a deep understanding of what spiciness was.
Meg set Phyllis's goal for lunch today was to make a soy sauce with soy sauce. After giving her a detailed explanation of the order of each spice, the amount of each spice added, and the time interval between each spice, Meg walked out of the kitchen and left the stage to Phyllis.
In order to make a sauce that satisfied the system, Meg had worked tirelessly for dozens of days in the test field for the God of Cookery, so he didn't have much hope that Phyllis would be able to make a sauce that satisfied him in one afternoon.
Meg placed a pen and paper on the table, then poured himself a pot of tea and sat down leisurely. As expected, sitting outside was much better than standing in the kitchen.
Meg quickly began to think about the vegetables he had eaten in his previous life that had left a deep impression on him.
"Sour and spicy shredded potatoes, braised bamboo shoots, braised cabbage with soy sauce, golden corn pancakes …" One dish after another floated through Meg's mind. There were indeed many dishes that had surprised him, but he wasn't confident that they would be able to beat all the other restaurants in the Aden Square and reach the top of the vegetable rankings.
"Which one should I choose?" Mag was still pondering and hesitating when he suddenly looked into the kitchen. His eyes widened involuntarily.
In the kitchen, spices flew out of the bags and formed a line, then quickly revolved around Phyllis like a ribbon. It was very magical.
A faint green light enveloped Phyllis's body, and her eyes were tightly closed, as if she were meditating.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes.
Spices flew out of the ribbon and landed accurately in the bowl in front of her. The soy sauce bottle floated up, and the lid opened automatically. A small amount was poured out, and more bottles and jars were opened, and all kinds of spices and condiments were added into the bowl in an orderly manner.
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