After putting the two children to sleep, Mag returned to his room and began to check the task rewards issued to him by the system.
He actually didn't care about the title of junior pastry chef. Anyway, only he could see this thing. What he cared about more was what was in the dessert gift bag.
Clicking on the gift package, five experience packages jumped out: mung bean cake, red bean cake, double skin milk, mango pancake, and egg yolk cake!
"Oh, what a big gift." Mag's eyes lit up. This was the first time that he got five recipes at once. It was rare for the system to be so generous.
Desserts such as mung bean cake and red bean cake were ordinary to him, but egg yolk cake was his favorite. Unexpectedly, the system stuffed one into the gift bag.
"Perfect, quite perfect." Mag nodded with satisfaction and ordered the recipe for mung bean cake first.
Complete and detailed recipes, as well as the exclusive experience and skills of pastry masters, instantly poured into his mind.
"There is indeed a huge gap between qualified and perfect. This time, the system is rarely tolerant." Mag opened his eyes and muttered to himself.
The more he understood, the more awed he became. After gaining the experience of the masters, Mag immediately discovered that the mung bean cake he thought was perfect was actually a rough and inferior product.
However, with his own painstaking experience, it would be much easier to get started, so he did not rush into the God of Cooking training ground, but continued to click on the egg yolk cake experience package.
"Isn't this... too difficult?" After a long time, Mag opened his eyes, still a little dazed.
If the difficulty of mung bean cake is 1, then the difficulty coefficient of egg yolk cake should be 5.
Whether it was the number of ingredients, the complexity of the process, or the various techniques, Mag was a little scared.
After all, he was still a fairly new pastry chef, not even an entry-level pastry chef, and he had already anticipated the difficulties he would face.
"Come on, accept the challenge." Mag lay down, closed his eyes and opened the door to the God of Cooking training ground.
This was destined to be a long night for Mag.
When Mag opened his eyes the next day, he met four pairs of eyes again.
"You're awake." Irina looked at him with a smile.
"Father Sun is showing off his butt." Amy also said with a smile.
Mag had not yet recovered from the nightmare of egg yolk cake. He blinked and glanced sideways at the alarm clock on the bedside.
"It's eleven o'clock!" Mag was slightly startled. Not only was the sun basking on his butt, it was already noon.
"Um, I seem to have overslept a little." Mag sat up and put aside the ugly duckling sleeping on his arm, saying a little awkwardly.
"More than just a little, you can't wake up no matter what. I almost plan to treat you." Irina curled her lips.
"Maybe he's too tired." McGonagall said to him.
In the God of Cooking training ground, his perception of the outside world was closed. If the system did not feel threatened, it would not prompt him, so he did not hear Irina's call at all.
"You guys are hungry, I'm going to make breakfast...lunch for you." Mag got up from the bed.
"We have had breakfast. You still have a lot of mung bean cake left last night, and there is milk in the refrigerator." Amy touched her belly: "But now I'm hungry again."
"Let's go downstairs. After lunch, I'll make you a new dessert." Mag smiled and touched Amy's head.
"New dessert?"
"Well, I had a good sleep and had a good dream. I learned it in my dream." Mag nodded.
"Really? Can you learn to cook in your dreams?" Irina looked at Mag dubiously.
"If you don't believe it, you will know it soon. Moreover, I have improved the mung bean cake. Today I will let you try what a real mung bean cake is." Mag went out confidently.
After lunch, Mag rested for a while, then went into the kitchen and started making mung bean cakes and egg yolk cakes.
After completing his studies, the system issued him brand new molds, cooking tools, and a special oven.
Mung bean cake is relatively simple, but the preparation is more tedious. Fortunately, he soaked some mung beans in the refrigerator last night, took them out and peeled them directly to start making mung bean cake, saving most of the waiting time.
The production of egg yolk cake is much more complicated.
Irina stood at the door of the kitchen, watching Mag take out ingredients and ingredients from the refrigerator, and asked a little strangely: "When did you buy these things? I didn't see you buying them when I went out yesterday?"
Mag's hand froze slightly. After so long, did she finally have doubts about the inexhaustible ingredients that appeared inexplicably in the refrigerator?
"Oh, I know, you must have bought it when you went to buy mung bean cakes." Just when Mag was thinking about how to explain, Irina herself had already found a perfect reason for him.
"Yes, that's it." Mag nodded.
The complexity of egg yolk puff pastry is that it has a four-layer structure. The outermost layer is oil skin, which is the attractive layer of puff pastry that is shiny with oil. The oil skin wraps the puff pastry. Use a rolling pin to repeatedly roll them out into layers, and then add red bean paste. Coat it with salted egg yolk, press it into the rolled dough and pastry, brush the surface with another layer of egg yolk liquid, and sprinkle a pinch of black sesame seeds on top before the cake can be put into the oven.
And this baking also has a special emphasis on three brushing and three baking. This baked egg yolk cake is not done overnight. The egg yolk cake on the surface needs to be brushed three times, which means it has to be baked three times before the golden and crispy egg yolk cake can be officially baked. .
The whole process was like an art performance. The two children came to the door of the restaurant at some point and watched Mag's performance in rapt attention.
"Father is really amazing." Amy opened her mouth slightly, her eyes full of admiration.
Annie's expression was somewhat similar, and she looked at Mag with the same admiration.
Irina leaned against the door frame and looked at Mag with interest. For some reason, she put down her sword and picked up the kitchen knife. Mag, who was cooking quietly in the small kitchen, made her feel at ease and okay. The feeling of dependence is like a rootless duckweed suddenly finding a harbor where it can dock.
"Ding!"
The oven beeped.
Mag turned off the oven and opened the oven door.
"smell good!"
A smell of milk and meringue suddenly filled the kitchen, and rushed toward the kitchen door, making the three people waiting at the kitchen door brighten their eyes.
Under the attention of the three of them, Mag brought out a whole plate of egg yolk cake from the oven. It was golden in color, with a hint of oil on the surface, and was dotted with sesame seeds on the top. It looked extremely tempting.
"This is the egg yolk cake, but it needs to cool down for a while before you can eat it." Mag smiled and walked out holding the egg yolk cake.
