"Is there such a thing?" His words immediately attracted the attention of many chefs who were eating.
"Our big kitchen has always been responsible for the banquets of the tribe. The rules have been changed for so many years! There are so many powerful chefs in our big kitchen, how can we find someone better than us from outside?!" There was a middle-aged chef. said angrily.
There was a burst of agreement.
The pride of the chefs made it difficult for them to accept such an arrangement.
"What are you yelling about? Don't you know how many pounds you have? If the things you made can really be put on the table, Lord Jeremy wouldn't have to work so hard to invite Mr. McGonagall from the City of Chaos." Hai Man walked into the restaurant and looked at the chefs present with some hatred. He took a step aside to let Mag out, and then said: "Let me introduce you grandly. This is Chef Mai from Mai Mi Restaurant in the City of Chaos. Mr. Ge, he will be in charge of the main banquet at tomorrow’s dinner.”
"As for why you chose him? Because the dishes made by Mr. McGonagall once won the best dish at a palace banquet in the Los Empire and were praised by many well-known gourmets. Are you convinced?" Heyman glanced at everyone in the restaurant. chef.
The restaurant suddenly fell silent, and the chefs all looked at Mag with complicated eyes, somewhat resentful and unconvinced.
Mag glanced at the restaurant. It seemed that no one had prepared dinner for them. He was too lazy to argue with his colleagues and said, "Let's make dinner ourselves. Is there a kitchen we can use?"
"Mr. Mag, please come here. All your kitchen utensils have been moved to Kitchen No. 1. If you need to make dinner, I will take you there." Heyman said with a smile, and led Mag out of the restaurant and walked towards Kitchen No. 1. .
"Let's go! Let's go take a look and see if this guy is really that powerful and why he should replace us." The short and thin chef who had provoked the incident put down the bowl, got up and went out.
"Let's go and see everyone."
The chefs also followed him out.
News of the arrival of Mag and others has spread in the big kitchen. An outsider wants to take the place that originally belonged to them, which naturally caused quite a commotion.
After hearing the news, more and more chefs gathered in Kitchen No. 1, wanting to see with their own eyes whether the invited chef was really that good.
"Father, why do these chefs seem to be so unfriendly to us? Are they bad guys?" Amy looked at the hostile chefs with some confusion and asked in a low voice.
"It's not like he's a bad guy. Every chef has self-esteem. If you can't convince them, it will make them feel unhappy." Mag smiled and shook his head. He could understand the cause of the resentment of these colleagues.
"I'm sorry, Mr. McGonagall, I didn't discipline them well." Heyman turned around with some embarrassment.
"It doesn't matter. As a chef, I can understand their mood." Mag shook his head. Of course, understanding does not mean that he should be used to it.
Kitchen No. 1 is the largest, most complete and high-end kitchen in the large kitchen. In addition to the original equipment, the kitchen utensils brought by Mag have also been carried into the kitchen, but many of them have not been seen before. It has passed, so it has not been arranged yet.
Mag confirmed that none of his kitchen utensils were lost during transportation, and then began to instruct Mia and the others to return the various kitchen utensils to their comfortable locations.
"Is this the chef we hired? He looks so young, like an apprentice."
"Yeah, it doesn't look like a chef who can make delicious food. What old chef hasn't accumulated dozens or even hundreds of years of cooking skills? What can such a young human being make?"
"Is the kitchen a place where women can stay? It's really extravagant to have a group of women as assistants."
"I'm just curious how the chef found so many beautiful girls..."
More and more chefs gathered inside and outside the big kitchen, talking in low voices. Some were skeptical, some were bitter, and some were envious.
Mag ignored the noise with a calm expression, looked at Amy and asked, "What does Xiaomi want to eat tonight?"
"I want to eat grilled fish and braised pork." Amy said without thinking.
"Where are the others, what else do you want to eat?" Mag turned to look at everyone and asked.
"I want to eat fish-flavored eggplant." Mia signed up.
"I want to eat beggar's chicken." Jina whispered.
"Actually, I don't really want to eat roast beef skewers." Barbara said with a proud look on her face.
"Okay, wait a moment, I'll make dinner." Mag said with a smile, took out various ingredients from the refrigerator and started to work.
The chefs present gradually became quiet, and their eyes fell on Mag.
Mag first began to prepare the ingredients, wash, process, and cut them. The series of actions were smooth and smooth. Although there was only one person doing it, it was extremely efficient, busy and not chaotic, and the chefs began to look at it differently.
A large kitchen is all about efficiency, and different chefs are responsible for different processes. Although these are very basic tasks, the basic skills of a chef can be seen from the details.
The uniform knife patterns on the fish, the uniformly sized pieces of meat, and the various cut and prepared side dishes made the chefs responsible for cutting and matching shut their mouths.
Phyllis stayed in the City of Chaos, and Camilla did not move with them, so Mag had no choice but to do the matching work by himself.
Mag first put the braised pork into the pot and stewed it, then put the processed grilled fish into the oven, then put the beggar chicken wrapped in yellow mud into the oven and grilled it at high temperature, and then started threading the meat skewers. , prepare grilled beef skewers.
"What did he do by putting the fish in that square container? What kind of kitchen utensil is this? Are you sure you don't need to heat it with fire?"
"He wrapped the chicken in mud. Are you sure it can still be eaten? It looks very unclean. How can the delicacies served to distinguished guests be so dirty?"
"If it's just stew, there are many chefs in our big kitchen who can make a dish of this level. Cut it into such large pieces, the nobles eat very delicately."
After Mag started cooking, the chefs gradually started talking more and more. Mag's weird cooking method attracted many senior chefs to comment online, and they couldn't hide their disgust in their words.
"These guys are really noisy." Irina found a high stool from somewhere, glanced at the chefs, and curled her lips.
"Do I need to tell them to shut up?" Amy was eager to give it a try.
"Only real food can conquer the chef." Mag smiled and shook his head, placing the skewers on the already lit charcoal grill.
"Ding!"
At this moment, the oven sounded a beep indicating that the baking was complete.
Mag put on thick gloves and opened the oven door.
A rich aroma of spicy grilled fish suddenly came out!
