"Huh? 10 gold coins for a bottle of black pepper? System, are you taking advantage of the situation?" Mag raised his eyebrows, suddenly feeling that the system had some ulterior motives in issuing the mission at this time.
"Kouhu, is this system like this?"
The system was obviously a little irritated by Mag's words, and said with some pride: "This black pepper is produced in Sixilan Island in the Devil's Islands. This island only has an area of 1,000 square meters, and the area suitable for black pepper cultivation is less than half of the island. This system optimizes the cultivation of Kampot pepper originating in Cambodia and produces Kampot No. 2 with better quality.
The special climate environment and mineral-rich soil of Xixilan Island give black pepper a special flavor, which can play an excellent role in enhancing freshness in cooking. Moreover, black pepper is known as black gold. In this world, the price of black pepper is much higher than that of gold. A bottle of 10 gold coins is already a friendly price. "
After listening to the introduction of the system, Mag was a little more accepting of the price. Good ingredients can afford the high price, and he is still a customer paying the bill anyway, but he still asked curiously: "Is there also black pepper in this world? "
“Black pepper is a luxury product in this world. The extremely harsh growing conditions and inconvenient transportation mean that every wild black pepper can be sold at a high price in the market, even in some high-end restaurants. How much black pepper can you receive?" the system replied.
"System, how about we sell black pepper? This is completely a huge profit industry." Mag's eyes lit up. The scarcer the item, the more expensive it is. The key is, the market is not small.
"Host, you must always remember your identity! As a candidate for the God of Cooking, don't you feel ashamed if you think about selling vegetables every day?" the system said with some hatred for iron.
"Then you, a gourmet food system, are proud of selling black silk every day?" Mag rolled his eyes and glanced at Beate who was quickly preparing other side dishes. He was too lazy to continue arguing with the system and said directly: "Okay. Yes, I want a bottle of black pepper, be low-key when sending it, and send it directly to my pocket."
"Ding! 10 gold coins have been deducted! A bottle of black pepper has been delivered."
Mag lowered his head and glanced at the suddenly bulging crotch, with a slightly weird expression on his face, and roared in his mind: "System, I said it was the pocket! Not the crotch! You pervert!"
"Sorry, the transmission positioning is slightly off." The system sounded apologetically.
Mag only felt a chill in his crotch, and then the pockets on the side bulged, and his expression became more natural. Fortunately, no one noticed this change, otherwise he would probably be labeled a pervert.
He reached into his pocket and took out a small bottle of black pepper and placed it on the table. Mag checked that all the required side dishes and condiments were complete. He took off his straight black suit and handed it to the waiter beside him. He rolled up his cufflinks twice and reached out to hold a flat kitchen knife on the knife holder.
"This guy is so fancy. Chef Beate is almost ready and he hasn't started yet."
"Yeah, he doesn't feel like a chef. Can he really make delicious food?"
The guests looked at Mag and whispered, and most of them did not think highly of him.
"Haha, this guy must have been scared." Cyril sneered at Mag. This confrontation was beyond his expectation, but he could still defeat this guy he hated and pay the price of a restaurant. Very willing to see.
"It seems it's time to show real skills."
Listening to those comments, Mag's mouth showed a slight smile. He walked to the half of the cow in two steps, made several cuts on the cow's back with the kitchen knife, and pointed the knife in the direction of the cutting table. , six pieces of beef tenderloin of exactly the same size and thickness fell on the cutting table in a row, just in two rows on the table, and there was not even the slightest difference in shape.
"Wow, what a great knife artist!"
"I didn't even see clearly what he did. Those are beef tenderloins, right? They're exactly the same size and shape!"
The eyes of the guests suddenly lit up. This miraculous knife skill suddenly subverted their definition of Mag.
"The knife skills are good, and it seems that the basic skills are quite good." Beate also raised his eyes and glanced at Mag, and nodded slightly.
Mag is not too old, and his restaurant has not been open for a long time. Although there are a few dishes that are famous among the customers, in his opinion, there should be some tone.
To become an excellent chef, accumulated study and practice are essential. Talent is very important, followed by diligent contact and enough practice.
Mag may be able to achieve the first two items, but without enough practice, Beate feels that he cannot grasp the taste that the guests like very well. If he really wants to use a new dish that he has just researched today with him, In a duel, he is absolutely sure to win this duel.
Although this dish was recently developed, it has been tried on a small scale and the feedback has been very good. It is his most satisfying work after improving the roasted suckling pig.
Mag put down the kitchen knife and was not in a hurry to cook. Instead, he walked towards the judges' table, stopped in front of Hill, and said with a smile: "Without comment, would you like to ask Miss Hill for a glass of Buffett Manor's special red wine?"
"Mr. Mag is in such a good mood, do you want to have a drink before cooking?" Hill looked at Mag and asked with a smile.
"Others use the best bamboo tube wine to cook beef. When I think about it, only Miss Hill's red wine can be better. So I asked Miss Hill for a glass of red wine, which is naturally used for cooking." Mag also laughed. He looked at Hill.
"I have never eaten beef cooked with red wine. Mr. McGonagall is indeed an interesting chef." The smile on Hill's face became even stronger. McGonagall praised him without leaving any trace, but it was very useful. She raised her hand to signal the waiter holding a red wine bottle for her, and asked him to pour Mag a glass of red wine.
"Thank you." Mag took the red wine, returned to the stove, took out the kitchen knife from the knife holder, patted the pieces of beef, patted the beef apart, then put it on the plate one by one, and poured it in Marinated in red wine.
The top-quality Iron Barbarian beef tenderloin is tender and rosy. The bright red and clear top-quality red wine is poured into the beef. The rich aroma of the wine immediately overflows, making the color even more attractive.
"Red wine paired with beef, plus the faint smell of blood, it smells so good." Camilla sniffed her nose and looked at the plate in front of Mag, her eyes brightening a little.
"boom!"
There was a crisp sound from Beate's side, and the lid of the black round pot suddenly burst open, and the fragrance overflowed!
