The oven door opened, and the spicy aroma suddenly filled the No. 1 kitchen.
"smell good!"
The eyes of the chefs in the kitchen suddenly lit up.
"You can smell the spiciness, but the fragrance is irresistible. I didn't expect that the fragrance of a fish would become so fragrant after being placed in this square container for a while. What kind of artifact is this?!"
"This is grilled fish? But why is there no grill or charcoal fire? How was this fish grilled? And how did it make the aroma so rich and delicious?"
"Gulu."
The aroma of grilled fish spread, causing a burst of uproar and exclamation.
The aroma is so irresistible that even an experienced chef who has been in the kitchen for decades cannot resist it.
Of course, what surprised them even more was Mag's cooking method and the aroma that completely subverted their imagination of grilled fish. It was so aggressive.
"This fragrance..." Heyman was surprised, looking at Mag's back with admiration, and murmured in his heart: "Sure enough, he is worthy of being the man who won the best chef at the Los King's Palace banquet where famous chefs gathered. .”
"Put it over there first." Mag took the grilled fish out of the oven and placed it on the charcoal stove that had been prepared aside. Various vegetables and hot pot noodles had been laid out underneath, and he put it on the stove to bake for a while. , can make grilled fish more flavorful, and vegetarian dishes are an indispensable delicacy of grilled fish.
Many of the orc chefs present had swallowed their saliva many times while watching the grilled fish sizzling hot on the stove.
"It looks like grilled fish, but why does this grilled fish have soup? Shouldn't the drier the grilled fish, the better?" A chef questioned in a low voice, with confusion on his face.
"Hmph, this is just an unprofessional grilled fish. A real grilled fish should be crunchy and full of charred aroma. This kind of soupy and watery fish is not worthy of being called grilled fish at all." A fat elderly man The chef curled his lips and said with some disdain. He is the master chef in charge of grilling fish in the big kitchen.
His words immediately aroused the agreement and recognition of many orc chefs, which was not in line with their understanding.
Mag walked to the stove and turned on the stove and started frying fish-flavored eggplants.
This dish is the simplest of all the dishes made tonight. The spices are stir-fried in the iron pot, and the overflowing fragrance quickly draws the attention of the chefs.
Stir-frying is not common in this world. Humans are used to stewing food, while orcs prefer grilling.
It was the first time for many of the chefs present to chop the vegetables so delicately and then stir-fry them in a weird-looking iron pot.
What made them even more confused was that they couldn't tell what spices Mag put into the pot. The meat was rich and fragrant, and it was not inferior to the grilled fish before.
The eggplants were put into the pan and stir-fried. After a while, the softened eggplants were wrapped in a layer of bright red sauce and served on a plate. They were full of color and aroma.
After handing the fish-flavored eggplant to Mia, Mag turned around and turned off the heat of the pressure cooker on the side, reduced the pressure with one click, and poured the braised pork in the pot into the black stone pot.
The rich meaty aroma overflows, and the aroma of pork is familiar to orcs, but no one has ever been able to make the aroma of pork so fragrant and attractive.
"Oh my god... I don't know what he cooks, but I have never encountered food with such an attractive aroma in my life." A younger chef swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but whisper.
"The fragrance is so tempting, and the taste will definitely not be bad. This is what Master taught me." A young apprentice nodded his head and agreed.
"No! Shut up! It's not me!" A middle-aged chef behind him said with a red face.
Although they didn't want to admit it, the fragrant aroma that filled Kitchen No. 1 still made many orc chefs who came to watch the excitement change their views on Mag.
As a chef, I naturally understand how difficult it is to make food have such an alluring aroma, and there is no reason why food with such an aroma should not taste bad.
Everyone looked at Mag with somewhat complicated eyes. A young human chef with countless auras and names, a chef invited by the chief to be in charge of the main banquet, was the man in front of him.
Even an ordinary dinner turned out to be so delicious and tempting.
Take out the roasted golden-red beggar's chicken from the oven and place it on the tray. Mia takes out the small hammer she carries with her and taps lightly on the center of the mud shell. Fine cracks instantly cover the entire The eggshells then spread apart like lotus flowers with crisp crackling sounds, revealing the golden beggar chicken roasted inside.
"The mud and chicken are perfectly separated, just like an eggshell. I never thought there is such a magical way to roast chicken in this world!"
"I didn't expect that chicken roasted with yellow mud would be so delicious. I will try it later."
"The aroma of each dish is different, but they are all equally tempting... This guy is too showy, isn't he?"
The aroma of roasted chicken spread, causing another commotion.
The doubts have gradually disappeared. Even the old-fashioned master, surrounded by such an alluring fragrance, really has no confidence to say anything provocative.
"Has Director Heyman had dinner? Do you want to eat some together?" Mag asked with a smile, looking at Heyman who was standing aside secretly swallowing his saliva.
"I'm so busy today, and I just realized that I haven't eaten late yet...burped." Heyman covered his mouth and smiled slightly awkwardly, "I haven't eaten dinner, so I'm hungry and burping. If Mr. McGonagall and If you ladies don’t mind, then I’ll be shameless and eat a little bit.”
"Uncle Conger Eel, you have to keep your word. If you say it's delicious, just eat a little. Don't eat more, otherwise we will all be hungry." Amy looked at Heyman seriously. He said, with a bit of worry on his face.
"I am Heiman, not a sea eel..." Heiman corrected with a bit of laughter. He had already heard about this cute little ancestor who looked harmless to humans and animals. He was the precious apprentice of the God of Fire and the Lord of Frost, a genius. The status of a magical girl is far higher than that of his father.
Even the Fake tribe was not willing to bear the wrath of the two legendary magicians.
"Yes, I will restrain myself." Heyman nodded seriously. He had actually had dinner. It was just because the smell was too tempting that he did not want to leave the Faak tribe to have a chance to taste Mag's cooking skills. It was so precious that even if he only had one bite of each dish, he didn't want to miss this opportunity.
There was a set of tables and chairs in the corner of Kitchen No. 1. Mag was too lazy to take the dishes to the dining room to eat, so he simply ate in the kitchen.
Everyone was sitting around the table. Heyman asked someone to bring a small stool and carefully sat down at the corner of the table.
"Let's eat." Mag picked up the bowl and took a mouthful of steaming white rice. Feeling the soft rice getting sweeter and sweeter as he chewed it in his mouth, he felt happy.
"This grilled fish..." Haiman picked up the chopsticks and stared at the grilled fish in the pot.
The chefs' eyes also fell on Haiman one after another. The color, aroma and taste were all ready, but how it tasted depended on Haiman's taste test.
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