"Damn it! System, someone is cheating here!"
Mag was shocked for a long time, and then couldn't help but cursed in his heart.
The element of wind surrounded Felice's body, sifting out the spices one by one, and then adding them to the big bowl in front of her. Whether it was the spices surrounding her body or the spices floating in the air after opening the lid, everything It looks like a miracle.
"If she were my host, it would be very worry-free." The system sighed leisurely.
Mag: "..."
Although she didn't know how effective it was, Felicelu's move still calmed Mag, and... she was a little envious: "Sure enough, the mage looks more handsome than the swordsman!"
Five minutes later, all the spices fell back into the spice bag, and the bottles and jars also gently fell back into place.
Phyllis looked at the thick brown sauce in the big bowl in front of her in surprise. The slightest aroma was already coming to her face. It seemed to be no different from the bowl Mag prepared before.
"Are you done?" Mag walked into the kitchen. The mellow aroma of the sauce came to his nose. If he took a closer sniff, he could still feel the layers of the aroma. The sauce was full of flavor and had clear layers. Judging from the aroma alone, It's already considered top quality.
"Yes, please judge." Phyllis looked at Mag nervously, her little hands unconsciously holding the hem of her skirt.
Mag stepped forward. In the large porcelain white bowl, the brown sauce looked very thick. After stirring, some swirl-like lines were left. It looked a bit like a milk cap. You could see the various spices and seasonings. The blend is perfect.
"The aroma is acceptable, and the appearance is also acceptable." Mag nodded, took a chopstick from the side, dabbed it in the sauce, then licked it with the tip of his tongue and closed his eyes.
The flavor of soy sauce spreads on the tip of the tongue, bringing an extremely mellow taste. The taste of soy sauce is combined with various spices and becomes more mellow. It also brings a richer layering, and the rich fragrance is released, making people fascinated. .
But... something seems to be missing?
Mag frowned slightly. I have to say that Felice was definitely a genius to be able to make a sauce of this level just by watching his demonstration and the specific ingredients usage.
After all, even after he got a perfect experience package, the sauce he prepared for the first time was hard to swallow.
However, this seemingly good sauce gave him a strange feeling that something was missing.
Phyllis looked at Mag with some anxiety, and when she saw him frowning, her heart suddenly rose to her throat.
Although she didn't expect to pass it the first time, she was still a little nervous about how far she could reach it.
Mag didn't open his eyes, but directly licked the chopsticks again.
The kitchen was so quiet that one could hear Phyllis' nervous breathing. The ugly duckling lying on the counter looked up curiously, then collapsed on the table again, showing no interest.
After five minutes of silence like this, Mag opened his eyes, put down his chopsticks, looked at Phyllis and said, "Did you also use magic when stirring?"
Phyllis said quickly: "Yes...yes, I use a small wind column to rotate the sauce in the bowl so that the spices and various seasonings are completely integrated. Is there any problem?"
"No wonder." A smile appeared on Mag's face. Seeing the nervous expression on Phyllis's face, she said, "The fusion of spices and seasonings is indeed perfect, but the soul of the sauce has been lost."
"Have you lost your soul?" Phyllis was a little puzzled and a little frustrated.
Mag saw Felice's expression of frustration and said with a smile, "It's pretty good to be able to achieve this level of preparation for the first time. It was far worse than this when I first prepared it. The amount of spices and seasonings was very good." The sequence is very well controlled, with almost no flaws or errors, and the control is good.”
Phyllis's eyes lit up again.
Mag continued: "However, good cooking has a soul. Precision is only the foundation. Some steps are not just for getting results. Only by feeling the changes in the cooking with your hands can you inject soul into a dish."
"So...should I give up magic and cook with my hands?" Phyllis thought thoughtfully.
"No, magician, your talents and advantages allow you to control accurately. This is an ability that many chefs dream of, how can they give up." Mag shook his head with a smile, pointed to the sauce in front of him and said: "You need to improve. There is only one place, replace the wind column stirring step with manual stirring, use your hands to feel the changes in the sauce, and feel the critical point of the sauce fusion with your heart. When you find the critical point, the sauce will also be It’s perfect.”
"Although Fengzhu is good, perfect blending does not mean perfect sauce. Only the chef's hands can feel this degree."
"Critical point...degree..." Phyllis thought for a while, and her eyes suddenly lit up. She suddenly understood where the harmonious feeling when she watched Mag cooking came from. It was a fit between people and each other. The harmony between the pot and the food in the pot is a wonderful zero-point.
And what she is best at is control. She has precise control over ingredients and seasonings, and pursues the ultimate perfection in the cooking process, but she has lost the fun and rhythm in it.
Mag's words were like a beam of light, allowing her to find her direction.
Rigorousness is a chef's attitude, but the chef's dedication to a dish is the soul of the dish.
Mag glanced at Felice's eyes, smiled and said, "You try again." Then he turned around and left the kitchen.
"Not even enough, no."
“It’s clear at the top and thick at the bottom, that’s not okay.”
"no."
…
Mag sat at the table, carefully tasting the sauces sent by Felice, and then made a brief evaluation.
Although she was always denied, Phyllis was not anxious and quickly returned to the kitchen to make the next preparation.
Time passed quickly like this. Mag glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that it was time to start preparing for the evening business again. Just as he was about to get up, Phyllis came out with a bowl of sauce and placed it gently on the wheat. In front of Ge Ge, his expression was calm, but the expectation in his eyes could not be concealed.
Mag looked at the sauce. The thick brown sauce was even in color, and the rich aroma of the sauce hit his face.
He picked up the chopsticks and tapped the sauce, then licked it with the tip of his tongue.
"This smells like this!"
Mag's eyes suddenly lit up. The full and round sauce bloomed on the tip of his tongue, bringing an extremely mellow taste. The various spices and seasonings were blended just right, with a clear sense of layering and endless aftertaste.
"This time... is it also a failure?" Phyllis asked nervously.
"No, this time it's perfect." Mag put down his chopsticks and looked at Felice as if he were looking at a treasure.
