McGonagall always thought that after he came to this world, his tolerance for food had improved a lot, he was fully able to adapt to the impact of food from different dimensions, and calmly accepted their advantages and disadvantages.

but……

He still seems to overestimate himself.

Therefore, when the bite of lamb came to his mouth and the smelt rushed into his head, he still couldn't control his mouth and spit it out.

There was an instant silence in the restaurant.

Harrison and Gergey stared, with shocked and slightly awkward expressions.

Leiden blushed and lowered his head, his hands awkwardly wondering where to put them.

Moore clenched his fists and looked at McGonagall indignantly.

McGonagall was also very embarrassed. This was indeed beyond his expectations. Such a scene should not have appeared.

If this is a past life, which restaurant dares to bring such a piece of lamb to him, he can leave on the spot.

But now he can't. This is his restaurant.

And this was originally because people knew they were inadequate and deliberately took mutton for advice. The scenes did not match.

"Ah, this ..." McGonagall put half a piece of lamb on the chopsticks back into the bowl, wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and his expression had calmed down, looking at Leyton frankly: "It was a really bad one Stewed mutton. "

Both Harrison and Jerji squeezed sweat and looked at each other, suddenly wondering if it was a correct choice to bring Leiden and his son to Boss Mai.

When Leighton saw McGonagall's sincerity and no ridicule, he nodded his head: "Yes, compared with the mutton made by Mr. McGondon, this is really bad."

"Don't compare with me. I make mutton soup. You make mutton stew, which is totally two dishes." McGonagall shook his head and smiled. "But even mutton stew, if the taste is so heavy , Except for very heavy taste guests, ordinary people should not accept. "

"How come, the lamb made by my father is very delicious ..." Moore's red eyes were a little unconvinced. Even if this guy was a great cook, how could he spit out the precious lamb.

"Moore, respect those who are teaching and mentioning you." Leiden straightened, and gave Moore a stern look.

"Yes." Moore's face changed slightly, and he dropped his eyes and stood aside.

"The child is not sensible, please continue." Leighton apologized.

"It's okay, my performance was just a bit bad just now." McGonagall shook his head in disapproval. Seeing that Leiden was really asking for advice, he continued: "The taste of the chaotic city is light, although it is here Various races, but after a hundred years of integration, they have formed a modest light taste. At this time, the spicy hot pot may be a scoop of hot oil that can make many people eager to try, but the prominent taste of lamb is not in this. Ranks, beings that are rejected and excluded. "

"When you cook the mutton, the taste of the mutton and the mix of spices are not much of a problem, but you haven't really consciously removed the odor of the mutton, which has caused the situation that the flavor and the odor are equal.

"The mutton smells so boney, I really don't know how to get rid of it," Leiden said honestly.

"Harrison, would you go to buy half of the sheep you bought in the morning and the spices you bought? Can you buy me a pound of **** and half a pound of dried orange peel?" McGonagall asked, looking at Harrison.

"Let's go." Harrison went out without saying a word, and within fifteen minutes he returned with half a sheep and all kinds of things.

"It's not difficult to get rid of the mutton smell, but most people don't know. Let me show you." McGonagall went into the kitchen with the half sheep, and Leiden was allowed to follow into the kitchen.

"There's labor." Leiden followed quickly, not expecting that McGonagall would be willing to give a demonstration in person.

Looking at this large and shiny metal kitchen, Leiden and Moore standing at the door had eyes shining. Compared with their earthen pots and stoves, this place is like heaven.

"Removing the odor is a whole project. You can't wait for the mutton to come to the pot before you think about it. Instead, you must start with the processing of the mutton." McGonagall took the knife and chopped half of the sheep. The size of a lamb, poured into a large basin and drank the water.

"In the first step, we chop the mutton, and then rinse the blood with water. The blood will make the smell worse." Meg poured the water in the basin and refilled it with water, three times, until the water After almost no discoloration, pour the water in the basin.

"Don't rush to pan at this time, we cut some ginger, and then pour in some wine to marinate the lamb for a while, this step can also eliminate the odor to a certain extent." McGonagall said as he demonstrated.

"Wine? Any wine?" Leiden asked. Although **** also touched his blind spot, the market made him care more.

McGuire thought for a moment: "Goat's milk wine is definitely not working, and general fruit wine is not working. You have to find that kind of food wine, which has a better effect on removing odor."

"Grains and wines are a bit hard to drink, but I know where I can buy them, and this bag will suffice on me." Harrison said outside.

During the marinating process, McGonagall poured a pot of water into the cauldron on the side, but did not rush to fire.

"Is this ready to cook?" Leiden asked.

"No, wait about fifteen minutes after marinating, and then let the mutton cold pan." Shake his head and stare for about fifteen minutes, put the marinated mutton in the pan, and throw a few slices of **** That's when I fired.

"The process of simmering water is indispensable. It can drive the blood and impurities in the mutton to achieve the effect of removing the scent, and adding **** and cooking wine has the same effect as marinating." McGonagall explained and took With a spoon, I started to beat the foam. "These foams must be removed. This process is also very important."

Leiden watched quietly, remembering everything McGonagall had done.

All the foam was knocked out, and no new foam appeared. McGonagall turned off the fire, then removed the lamb from the pot and poured the large pot of lamb soup.

"Is this rich mutton soup just poured like this?" Leiden asked, a little sadly.

"The first pot of soup is full of ravioli. If it doesn't, the ravioli will get rid of it." McGonagall said calmly, washed the lamb with water, and picked up a piece of lamb and handed it to Leiden. "You Smell, what's changed with this lamb. "

Leiden took the mutton in doubt, but wanted to see what happened to the mutton after McGonagall's operation.

He sniffed the lamb in front of his nose.

The rich scent of lamb was almost eliminated, but with a hint of fragrance, the scent of lamb became extra rich.

"The smell is really gone!" Leiden was shocked and wondered what to say. The things that McGonagall had just done were not that difficult. At most, it was more complicated. I did not expect that the smell of lamb was really so much. thorough.

"Boss Mai is indeed Boss Mai." Harrison and Jerji also smiled.

"It's ... too terrible, isn't it?" Moore was flushed with blush, never thinking that McGonagall was so powerful.

"This is the pretreatment. The next step is to follow your original method of stewing mutton, and then grab an extra piece of dried orange peel and stew it inside." McGonagall put the processed mutton in a bamboo basket and packed it. Directly handed it to Leiden, "I'm going to start business at noon right now, the venue is limited, and the rest will be left to you to complete it. If you have a taste, you can come back to find I."

"Thank you so much." Leiden took the lamb and bowed deeply to McGonagall.

"You're welcome, I believe you can make mutton a delicious experience for people in the chaotic city in another way." McGonagall said with a smile: "If the restaurant opens, I will try it myself, if If you encounter any difficulties in opening the store, you can also consult me. "

"thanks, thanks."

Leiden took Moore's thanks again and again, and they left with Harrison carrying the lamb.

"It's fun to share." McGonagall sat down by the window again, watching Harrison's carriage as they went away, his mouth slightly raised.