"Holy sh * t! System, someone's cheating! "
Meg couldn't help but curse inwardly after being stunned for a long time.
Wind elements revolved around Phyllis's body, filtering out the spices one by one before adding them into the large bowl in front of her. Regardless of whether it was the spices that revolved around her body or the spices that floated in the air after opening the lid, everything looked like a miracle.
"If she were my host, she would definitely be very easy to deal with." The system sighed slowly.
Meg: "…"
Although he didn't know how effective Phyllis was, this move of hers still stunned Meg. Moreover … he was a little envious. "Sure enough, mages look more handsome than swordsmen!"
Five minutes later, all the spices fell back into the spice bag, and the bottles and jars also gently returned to their original positions.
Phyllis was pleasantly surprised to see the thick brown sauce in the large bowl in front of her. Wisps of fragrance were already wafting out. It didn't seem to be any different from the bowl that Meg had made before.
"Is it done?" Meg walked into the kitchen. The mellow fragrance of the sauce assailed his nostrils. Taking a careful sniff, he could even feel the layers within the fragrance. The sauce was rich and full, with distinct layers. Judging from the fragrance alone, it could be considered a top-grade sauce.
"Yes, please judge." Phyllis looked nervously at Meg, her small hands already subconsciously pinching the hem of her skirt.
Meg stepped forward. The brown sauce in the large white porcelain bowl looked very thick. After stirring, it left behind some swirling patterns that looked a little like a milk cap. It could be seen that the various spices and seasonings were perfectly blended together.
"The fragrance is passable. The shape is also passable." Meg nodded. He picked up a chopstick from the side and lightly tapped on the sauce. Then, he licked it with the tip of his tongue and closed his eyes.
The sauce's fragrance spread out on the tip of his tongue, bringing an incomparably mellow texture. The soy sauce's flavor was combined with the various spices, making it even more mellow and mellow. At the same time, it also brought about a richer sense of layering. The rich fragrance released was mesmerizing.
But … something seemed to be missing?
Meg's brows furrowed slightly. He had to admit that Phyllis was definitely a genius to be able to make such a sauce after only seeing his demonstration and the specific amount of ingredients used.
After all, even after he had obtained a perfect experience bag, the first sauce he had concocted was hard for him to swallow.
However, he had a strange feeling that something was missing from the sauce, which seemed to be quite good.
Phyllis looked at Meg anxiously. Seeing him frown, her heart jumped to her throat.
Although she didn't expect to pass on her first try, she was still a little nervous about reaching that level.
Meg did not open his eyes. Instead, he licked his chopsticks again.
It was so quiet in the kitchen that one could hear Phyllis's nervous breathing. Ugly Duckling looked up with a curious expression before slumping back onto the counter again.
After five minutes of silence, Meg opened his eyes and put down his chopsticks. He looked at Phyllis, and asked, "Did you use magic when you stirred the sauce?"
Phyllis hurriedly replied, "Yes … Yes. I used a small pillar of wind to rotate the sauce in the bowl, allowing the spices to completely fuse together. Is there a problem?"
"No wonder." A smile appeared on Meg's face. He looked at the nervous Phyllis, and said, "The combination of spices and seasonings is indeed perfect, but the soul of the sauce has been lost."
"Has it lost its soul?" Phyllis was a little perplexed and dejected.
Meg smiled at the sight of Phyllis's dejected expression. "It's already very good that you were able to do this on your first try. When I made my first concoction, it was far worse than this. The amount of spices and seasonings used and the order are all very well controlled. There are almost no flaws or mistakes."
Phyllis's eyes lit up again.
Meg continued, "However, a good dish has a soul. Precision is only the foundation. Some steps are not just for the sake of getting results. Only by using your hands to feel the changes in the dish can you inject soul into the dish."
"So … should I give up on magic and use my hands to cook?" Phyllis asked thoughtfully.
"No. Your talent and advantage as a magician will allow you to precisely control your cooking. This is an ability that many chefs dream of. How can you give it up?" Meg shook his head with a smile. He pointed at the sauce in front of him and said, "There is only one area that you need to improve. You need to change the steps of stirring the pillar of wind to manual stirring. Use your hands to feel the changes in the sauce, and use your heart to feel the critical point of fusion. When you find that critical point, the sauce will be perfect."
"Although the pillar of wind is good, perfect fusion doesn't mean that the sauce will be perfect. Only the hands of a chef can feel the degree of fusion."
"Critical point … degree …" Phyllis pondered for a moment, and her eyes lit up. She suddenly understood where the harmonious feeling she had when watching Meg cook came from. It was the fusion. The fusion between the chef, the pot, and the dish in the pot was a miraculous zero point.
What she was best at was control. She had precise control over the ingredients and seasonings, and she pursued the ultimate perfection of the cooking process. However, she had lost the silent joy and rhythm in the process.
Meg's words were like a beam of light that helped her find her direction.
Being strict was the attitude of a chef, but the heart that a chef put into a dish was the soul of the dish.
Meg looked into Phyllis's eyes and smiled. "Try again." Then he turned and walked out of the kitchen.
"It's not uniform enough. No."
"It's clear on the top and rich on the bottom. No."
"No."
…
Meg sat at the table and carefully tasted the sauce that Phyllis had brought over. Then, he gave a brief evaluation.
Although Phyllis kept being rejected, she was not anxious. Soon, she returned to the kitchen to mix the sauce again.
Time flew by quickly, and Mag took a look at the clock on the wall. It was time to prepare for the evening service again. Just as he was about to rise to his feet, Firis walked out with a bowl of sauce in her hands. She placed it gently in front of Mag with a calm expression, but the anticipation in her eyes was unmistakable.
Meg looked at the sauce. The thick brown sauce had a uniform color, and a rich sauce aroma wafted out.
He picked up his chopsticks and touched the sauce. Then, he licked it with the tip of his tongue.
"This taste!"
Meg's eyes lit up. The full and round sauce blossomed on the tip of his tongue, bringing an incomparably mellow taste. All kinds of spices and seasonings blended perfectly. There was a distinct sense of layering, and the aftertaste was endless.
"This time … is it also a failure?" Phyllis asked nervously.
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