Lukaka's voice was a little shrill. He was too surprised, so he didn't control the volume well, which attracted some unhappy looks.
Everyone's eyes fell on Mag's kitchen, and they happened to see Buya take a freshly slaughtered chicken leg from a waiter, use a sharp long knife to lightly peel off the skin of the chicken, and then cut the chicken into pieces. diamond-shaped pieces of the same size.
A huge chicken leg turned into a pile of chicken and a clean chicken bone in almost the blink of an eye.
Excellent knife skills are the basic skills of a chef. There are many chefs who can cut ingredients into hair-thin slices, so I am not surprised by Mag's knife skills.
What really made everyone look surprised was the chicken legs of the flaming chicken.
Mag has only one person and doesn't even have a helper as a cook. How could he be qualified to cook meat dishes?
Nandelli, who was busy instructing several apprentices to divide the plates, frowned and looked in Mag's direction and said: "This guy's ingredients were sent wrong, right? Why did you send him such a big chicken leg? Shouldn't he have sent two? Pot of peanuts?”
Sibal smiled contemptuously and said: "You will be kicked out of the palace if you send the wrong ingredients or prepare dishes indiscriminately. I think he is probably just making cold chicken. But I have been making cold dishes for decades, and I have never heard of it. The chicken can also be served cold, this guy is really desperate for his life, if the minister is not satisfied with the meal, isn't he afraid that his head will fall off?"
The other chefs also laughed when they heard this, and there were many mocking words.
It's like when masters of martial arts are fighting on the stage, and a guy in the audience who was waving a small flag suddenly said that he wanted to go on stage to fight one too.
At this time, the real masters on the stage may not say anything, but the minions who are also waving their little flags will swarm you, eager to drown you with their saliva.
Mag is a person who has been baptized by countless abusive messages. This level of ridicule is simply not worth mentioning.
Kalulu also looked at Mag with some worry and said, "Brother Mag, what are you doing? Can chicken really be used for cold dressing?"
"Cold chicken is also a good dish, but what I'm cooking today is braised chicken." Mag shook his head with a smile, put the chicken into a casserole and stewed it, and then said to the waiter on the side: "Please help me put it in Ten freshly killed Kirin grass carp and the beef tenderloin I requested are delivered."
"Okay." The waiter left quickly. Although there was only one person in charge, he was the chef assigned by His Highness the Second Prince. For this reason alone, he was worthy of his service.
"In addition to making chicken, Uncle Mag also makes fish and beef?" Ruluka's expression became even more surprised.
Although their restaurant is famous for its pickled cucumbers, the restaurant does not only make pickled cucumbers. But every year when the palace presents dishes to the king on his birthday, they can only make one dish of pickled cucumbers.
"How is this possible!" Nandelli looked at Mag in disbelief. He had been participating in the king's birthday dish presentation for more than 20 years. It took him a full ten years to go from one cold dish to two cold dishes. , as for the third dish, he has pinned his hopes on his son.
But Mag came alone, and it was his first time, and he was actually planning to cook three dishes, each of which was meat?
It feels like there is a guy who started decades later than you, but in the blink of an eye he is in front of you, and he is so far ahead that there is no hope of catching up.
Nandeli suddenly thought of something and sneered: "Hmph! Are you planning to cook three dishes by yourself? Those who can be selected will have to cook at least thirty portions. It's impossible for one person to complete it. I'll see how you end up by then. I probably won’t see you again in the future.”
Karuru looked at Mag with a worried look on his face, "Brother Mag, can you handle three dishes by yourself? The dishes served on the king's birthday are not as good as the ones we can mess around with in the store. If this is done If you smash it, your head will fall off."
"It should be no problem. I'm doing it alone in the restaurant." Mag replied with a smile. It was only for ten people, so it wasn't a problem at all for him.
Seeing that Mag was not in a hurry and felt a little relieved, Karuru said: "Then you have to hurry up. If you need it, just say it at any time and I will send a boy here to help you."
"Okay." Mag nodded.
Ten scaled and disemboweled Kirin grass carps were delivered to Mag. Mag was not prepared to let others interfere with the bone removal process.
The people who came to attend the palace banquet today were of high status. If a fish bone stuck in their throat, although they would not die, they would probably cause trouble to him as a chef. Naturally, it would be better to cook more carefully.
Mag pulled out fish bones of different sizes from the fish body. The ten fish were quickly deboned, marinated and set aside. He also cut the fresh beef tenderloin into steaks of even size and thickness, using small wooden sticks to cut them into pieces. Hammer until soft.
"I'm really reluctant to use such top-notch ingredients for those guys." He took out a bottle of red wine from the box and shook his head, but then he thought about it, "But Irina and Amy should be able to eat it. There wasn't any yesterday. It’s a pity to hear her praise, I wonder if she will say anything today.”
"Boo~"
There was a crisp sound as the cork was pulled out.
The dark red wine was poured into the plate holding the steak. The rich aroma of the wine was like a bomb ringing in the deep sea, instantly overpowering the many aromas and penetrating everyone's noses.
“What a delicious wine smell!”
"Did someone use the special wine from Buffett Winery in the ingredients?"
"No, this fragrance is more fragrant than the special wine from Buffett Winery. Could it be that I got a special tribute? This is simply cheating!"
The chefs around were a little commotion, looking around, trying to find out what was almost cheating. Then their eyes focused on Mag, who was slowly pouring wine from a bottle in the corner, and they were all stunned for a moment.
This corner is almost equivalent to the cold dish area. How could anyone use wine? Could it be that he plans to use red wine to make cold dishes?
"Who is this one-man chef? What is he going to cook?" These two questions have become doubts in the minds of many chefs around him. If he were not busy working, there would probably be people who would be curious to ask. .
Of course, in the minds of most people, Mag's approach is still just a joke. He treated the opportunity he got after being chosen from thousands of people like this. Maybe he will become the most tragic among the chefs in this generation.
Karuru looked at Mag with a worried look on his face, "Can cooking with wine really satisfy the king and the ministers? I hope Brother Mag is not serious. This is really playing with fire."
At this time, Mag was completely immersed in his own food world. His expression was serious, his movements were quick and not in any hurry, and he was as elegant as a painter waving a paintbrush. Braised chicken, spicy grilled fish, black pepper steak, all in order in progress.
The chefs' dishes have begun to be served one after another, especially the earliest cold dishes, which are almost all served.
Nandelli, Sibal and their disciples had nothing to do now. They all looked at Mag with a smile. They even made bets on whether Mag's cooking would be for the maids. They did not hide their ridicule at all. .
Kaluru and his son had finished their work now, and sat looking at Mag with worried expressions.
"Mr. McGonagall, please serve the king the first course."
At this moment, a waiter led ten young and beautiful maids Yingying to Mag's kitchen and smiled.
