Phyllis blushed slightly under Meg's intense gaze, but the joy in her heart was even more difficult to suppress.
She had spent the entire afternoon trying to feel and find that critical point. She had failed again and again, and then she had gained a deeper understanding of the characteristics of the spices. Finally, she had found the so-called critical point.
It was a very special feeling, a point in her heart. At that moment, a voice suddenly sounded in her heart, telling her that she could do it, and then she stopped.
"You've already mastered the sauce. I'll teach you the other two sauces next time. Now, I'll teach you how to roast kebabs." Meg stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Phyllis quickly stopped smiling and followed him into the kitchen.
Roasting kebabs was a skill. The control of the fire, the skill of turning the kebabs, the timing of applying the sauce, how to judge whether the kebabs were roasted just right … These skills could not be mastered by timing. It was a great test of the chef's eyesight and experience.
Phyllis learned the steps of cutting the beef into small cubes and skewering it effortlessly. With the help of magic, her efficiency was much higher than Meg's.
In order to train her, Meg had her prepare all the beef for tonight's roast kebabs, and also had her cut several large pots of ingredients. He called it "training knife skills".
"This is like cutting a concubine." Meg couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the ingredients falling into the large pots. The cut was smooth, and the size was exactly the same. Then he looked at Phyllis, who was surrounded by cyan wind blades, and couldn't help but sigh.
Meg originally needed two hours to prepare the ingredients, but Phyllis finished them all in half an hour.
Then, Meg began to teach Phyllis how to roast beef kebabs with satisfaction.
Meg's teaching was very detailed. Whether it was the advantages of roasting kebabs, the temperature range of the grill, or how to judge the next step based on the color and change of the beef, he gave a detailed explanation of everything.
Although he explained in detail, Meg knew that for a novice like him, it was definitely hell level of difficulty, not to mention roasting perfect kebabs to his satisfaction.
Back then, in order to roast skewers to the satisfaction of the system, he had spent dozens of sleepless days practicing, and this was under the premise that he had obtained a perfect experience.
Of course, he had the patience to wait for Phyllis. It was not easy to train a chef. He had already picked up a genius with a solid foundation and outstanding talent.
Phyllis listened attentively the entire time. But just by listening, she understood that the roasting process was on a completely different level of difficulty compared to the mixing of the sauce.
"I've already told you all the steps. When you can make a kebab that looks exactly like this, you'll have succeeded." Meg handed one of the two kebabs to Phyllis while he walked out of the kitchen with the other in his mouth. Since Phyllis had relieved him of most of the burden, he could rest for another hour.
Phyllis looked at the kebab in her hand. The rich aroma of the sauce and beef wafted into her nose. This was the sauce that she had just mixed, and the beef was also the one that they had bought together at the market.
The translucent fatty meat was embedded in the beef like small crystals. The sauce was very smooth and evenly applied, and the surface of the meat glistened with a faint oily sheen. It looked very delicate.
After hesitating for a moment, Phyllis opened her small mouth and bit off a piece of beef.
Her white teeth bit into the beef, and her thin eyebrows immediately raised. The rich fragrance of the sauce and the gravy flowing in the beef instantly awakened her taste buds. With a light chew, the gravy splashed in her mouth, colliding with the sauce and condiments to create an inconceivably delicious taste. It was as if a thunderbolt fireball had exploded in her mouth, and then turned into countless thunderbolt fireballs. The taste had completely exploded.
The more Phyllis chewed, the more the aroma exploded. She couldn't help but chew faster and faster, and it became an interesting cycle that she couldn't stop. Even after swallowing the meat, the unforgettable aroma of the sauce still lingered in her mouth.
Eating the kebab this time was a little different from eating it at noon. Not only was it delicious, but Phyllis could also feel the wisdom contained in the seemingly ordinary sauce. The tender texture of the beef depended on the proficiency of Meg's roasting skills, and the unique sauce displayed Meg's wisdom incisively and vividly.
The kebab was quickly devoured by Phyllis. She licked the sauce off her finger, and her eyes were filled with fighting spirit.
She took a glance at Meg, who was writing on a piece of paper in the kitchen, and took a deep breath before picking up a kebab.
"…"
"…"
"How about … making eggplant with garlic sauce?!"
After crossing out countless names on the paper, Meg's eyes suddenly lit up. He scribbled a few words on the paper and circled them.
Eggplant with garlic sauce was one of Meg's favorites. In addition, there was also grilled eggplant, which was a must-have for barbecue food stalls. Both were delicacies that could bring happiness.
Meg had eaten eggplant with garlic sauce in a small restaurant in Sichuan years ago, and it left a deep impression on him. Regardless of whether it was authentic or not, he had never eaten eggplant with garlic sauce more delicious than this one since then.
He had even made a special trip there, but the community had been demolished, and the tiny restaurant was nowhere to be found.
However, because of the delicious taste, Meg had asked the owner of the restaurant how to make eggplant with garlic sauce. The owner was magnanimous and simply told him how to make it. After thinking about it carefully, Meg still remembered the ingredients and steps.
However, to make a delicious dish, it was not enough to only know the ingredients and steps. The amount of seasoning, the control of the fire, and most importantly, the method of making bean paste!
The most important ingredient of eggplant with garlic sauce was bean paste. This kind of seasoning was placed on the stove of every household in Sichuan. It was one of the most important seasonings in Sichuan cuisine. In the eyes of many Sichuan people, it seemed that a dish would not be perfect without a spoonful of bean paste.
When the oil was heated and a spoonful of bean paste was added into the wok, the fragrance immediately overflowed. The stir-fried dish had a rich and lingering aftertaste.
Whether it was eggplant with garlic sauce, twice-cooked pork with green pepper, or fatty Dongpo pig knuckle, a spoonful of bean paste was indispensable.
Making bean paste was also a necessary skill for mothers.
As a stay-at-home dad, Meg had not mastered this skill.
However, as a Sichuan cuisine enthusiast, he had dissed many Sichuan restaurants. In order to make himself appear more professional, he had some basic knowledge of bean paste. He had been to Pi County a few times and watched the restaurant owner make bean paste, but he did not ask for the recipe. Now, he only remembered some ingredients and steps.
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