Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

The guests came in one after another, and Mag greeted him familiarly, and some unfamiliar faces would happily call him Boss Mai, and then said that they were famous fans.

Then, a familiar name jumped into his eyes.

"Beate, male, human, 45 years old..."

Mag looked at the dark-skinned, bearded tall man in front of him, like a businessman who had been traveling all year round, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The chef of the Ducasse restaurant had competed on the same stage before, so Mag would naturally not be so forgetful.

However, his makeup is quite exquisite, if it wasn't for the prompt from the psychic gate, he really wouldn't have recognized him at first glance.

It's just this point, what is he doing at Mamy Restaurant instead of working in the back kitchen of Dukas Restaurant? In his impression, the business of Dukas restaurant should be good.

"Could it be that he also came to learn art?" Mag raised his brows slightly, thoughtfully, and Beata smiled and nodded without saying anything.

During this period of time, some of the guests at Mami's restaurant were chefs from other restaurants, which he knew very well.

To distinguish the most distinctive features of these people, it is to order the same dish each time for several days in a row, eat slowly, savor carefully, nod from time to time, and more often scratch their ears and cheeks in distress.

Beat entered the dining room, looked around, and chose a seat facing the kitchen, where he could see the interior of the kitchen through the crystal.

This was the first time he entered the interior of Mamy's restaurant. Although he heard many rumors and news, he was a little surprised to see this bold kitchen design.

You must know that the most important thing for a chef is the privacy of his recipes. He wished that he was the only one in the kitchen when cooking, lest his recipes be stolen.

Just like when he made roast suckling pig, he prepared the condiments in the process of marinating and roasting at home and brought them to the restaurant. Only he knew the marinating technique and roasting tricks.

This is the reason why he has been able to sit firmly as the head chef of Ducasse Restaurant for more than ten years, and it is also the way for a chef to survive in the workplace.

But McGonagall subverted this law. He opened the kitchen so that everyone could see what he was doing.

You must know that McGonagall is the hottest chef on the Nolan continent. With the spread of gourmet magazines,

famous.

In the current restaurant, including the one sitting next to him, Beate has observed more than eight chefs.

Their purpose of sitting here is probably the same as his.

But Mag didn't care about the existence of these voyeurs and plagiarists at all, and even published the recipe of fish-flavored eggplant in a gourmet magazine, and the recipe of braised pork in a children's picture book.

He was so upright that Beata felt like a despicable mouse at the moment, and moved his body a little uncomfortably.

But he had no choice, he had to save his career and save the Ducasse restaurant, which was in trouble.

"Just this time... after learning this dish, I will never do such a thing in the future." Beate thought in his heart and opened the menu on the table.

He is in awe of the beautiful dishes on the menu, and as a chef, he knows how difficult it is to create a gourmet meal.

McGonagall's creativity is amazing. Every dish on the menu is so unique. He uses various cooking methods to make seemingly incompatible ingredients collide together, and then creates a delicious meal.

Then his eyes fell on the golden 'steamed large yellow croaker'.

This is a fish that Beate has never seen before. It should be some kind of sea fish, as if it was made of gold, it is shining golden.

The steamed large yellow croaker looks much lighter compared to the spicy grilled fish covered with chilli and the fish head with chopped pepper.

"Sir, what would you like to order?" Yabei Mia walked to the table, looked at Beata and asked.

"I want a steamed large yellow croaker and a fish-flavored eggplant." Beat closed the menu and said.

"Okay, please wait a moment." Mia nodded with a smile.

Beate leaned back comfortably, looking as if admiring the busy chef in the kitchen, which is one of the joys when the guests sitting near the kitchen wait for their food to be served.

The dishes were reported to the kitchen, and Beat saw Mag pick up the fried rice in the pot, take out ten beggar chickens from the oven, put two servings of Buddha jumping over the wall and put them on the dining table, and then walked towards the fish tank beside him.

"Here we come!" Beata leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Mag.

Through the method of dish analysis, it is naturally not as efficient and accurate as directly watching the chef cook.

The materials, heat, and steps, all of these rely on analysis and I don’t know how long it will take to reproduce them, but if he can watch Mag do it again, he is confident that he can learn it.

Mag reached into the fish tank, and when he brought it up, he was already holding a two-pound large yellow croaker.

Cut the fish, wash it, put it in the steamer...

Mag's movements were so fast that Beate's eyes couldn't keep up with them at all, and a hundred skewers of roast beef were served on skewers, and two portions of beef came out of the pan.

When Mag put on the lid of the steamer and continued to walk among the stoves, cooking several kinds of food at the same time, Beate still opened his mouth with a dazed expression on his face.

Have you learned it?

Eye:? ? ?

hand:? ? ?

Yes, he didn't even see what McGonagall had done.

His movements are too fast, and the work done in a short period of time is too much for people to keep up with his rhythm.

He only saw a few general steps, but did not see what seasonings and ingredients he put in.

"It seems that it can only be recovered by tasting." Beate's mood was slightly depressed.

About five minutes later, the big yellow croaker came out of the oven, and Mag brought it directly to the dining table beside it.

"Your steamed large yellow croaker and fish-flavored eggplant." Soon the two dishes floated out of the kitchen and landed firmly in front of Beate.

The unique way of serving food in Mamy Restaurant is controlled by a space magician, and other restaurants can't afford it.

Beate's gaze has been attracted by the steamed large yellow croaker in front of him. The golden large yellow croaker is not big in size and has a streamlined body shape. The fish is cut in half from the middle and spread out on a long plate. The golden fine scales still shine with golden light after cooking, and the slender and tender white onions are dotted on them, and the fragrance is tangy.

"Gulu."

Beat's throat rolled.

The fresh and fragrant taste is not as aggressive as the spicy grilled fish at the same table, but it still has strong power and temptation.

There is only a shallow layer of refreshing soup, and the rest of the side dishes cannot be seen when looking at the whole fish.

The big yellow croaker is the only protagonist of this dish, and the scallions are not even a supporting role!

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