hogwarts chef

"Come on, classmates, come with me."

Zhang Heyang was in the front like a tour guide, wearing a little yellow hat and holding a little red flag, and headed for the kitchen next to him: "The old driver is driving with people, write the kitchen book, and call 666 when you get on the bus."

"666"

"666"

"666"

On the first night of school, the dean violated school rules and wandered around the school late at night without sleeping. He also went to the kitchen to steal food. It's exciting to think about it.

Others don't know. Anyway, Harry is sure that his dean will never let them play like this in his life. Maybe the little old man Flitwick heard about it and might take Ravenclaw to visit the restricted area of ​​the library at night or something.

There is no need to kick the door down when entering the kitchen. Rumor has it that the powerful Headmaster of Hogwarts is competing with a plate of fruit. The next day, the Psychiatric Department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Injuries will have to come and take Professor Zhang away for compulsory intervention. .

He reached out and scratched the pear, the door opened, and Harry saw something he would never forget.

Hundreds of house elves gathered around enthusiastically. Although it was almost 10:30, the elves were still busy in an orderly manner.

Preparing meals for tens of thousands of people involves more than just cleaning the dishes.Only by preparing ingredients, controlling cooking utensils, and preparing magic effects can you be ready for tomorrow's breakfast.

Moreover, the house elves have to study at night these two days to learn the new recipes brought by Professor Zhang.Fortunately, the house elves have not been infected by the dark British cuisine, and at least they can learn the real dishes quite quickly.

As soon as Chipachi and his group entered the door, countless elves danced around them, "Good evening, distinguished ladies and gentlemen, Professor Zhang, are you hungry? Please try the golden steamed bun slices we just fried. Bar."

"Oh, I have this, it's just right." Zhang Heyang looked at the plate brought by the elf. It was all golden.

The soft Xuanhe steamed buns were cut into one-centimeter-thick slices, and egg liquid mixed with water and a little iodized salt was stirred evenly and completely wrapped on top.

Put a little olive oil in a pan and fry over low heat.It can be seen that the elf has put great effort into controlling the heat. The contact between the steamed bun slices and the egg liquid is also perfect. It is not too hard, but there is not too much water, and there is no problem due to uneven contact and heat. The crumbs left behind by the bad.

Pick up a piece and put it in your mouth. The soft texture pops up in your mouth. The sweetness of the steamed bun and the garnish of salt are just right.

"Perfect." Professor Zhang was very happy. The house elf is indeed a model worker inherited by blood. It is really useful.

"We ate too much fish and meat at the dinner, so eating something light at night will help with sleep."

Zhang Heyang looked at the food area. Various ingredients were arranged neatly in clear and bright wooden grids one by one.

With two flicks of the wand, all the ingredients flew into the sky, and under Professor Zhang's sharp eyes, which were no less sharp than Hai Dongqing's, the best ingredients were picked out immediately.

Ingredients flew out from the pile of ingredients, and there were two magic knives waiting outside. Thousands of apples and papayas were peeled and cored accurately, exploding like lotus blossoms, and landed in a row of stew pots that had been prepared. .

As the milky white liquid poured in like the Milky Way, the milk was added in just the right amount, and a raging fire ignited under the stew pot.

Professor Zhang turned around and waved at the ingredients again. Celery, tomatoes, mushrooms, and chickpeas flew out as if they were juggling, and were processed cleanly by the magic knife hanging in mid-air.

>>

This chapter is not over, click on the next page to continue reading

At this time, he turned around and poked with the wand. The stew pot simmering with honeydew melon, apple and milk was all covered with lids. The fire became smaller and simmered slowly.

Turning back to the vegetable side, the oil pan is started. Professor Zhang's basic magic practice is to practice the "stir-fry" technique. When the oil is heated to [-]% to [-]% hot, add the onion and ginger and saute until fragrant.

Then celery and shiitake mushrooms fell like rain into thousands of small woks and were stir-fried.

Then add the melted ice and snow water from the Kunlun Mountains. As soon as you take it out, you will feel a cool and refreshing feeling, as if all the impurities in the body have been filtered out.

Professor Zhang took some action and took out a 200-year-old chicken essence. It was slaughtered and bled on the spot. Under the crazy magic of Chef Zhang, it only took six seconds. The 200-year-old chicken essence had been completely processed.

This kind of spirit that has been around for hundreds of years has become rampant in mainland China. I dare not say that there are too many of them. Even if students at Hogwarts eat them, their numbers will not decrease even if they are eaten for hundreds of years. On the contrary, it will contribute to the balance of species.

Select the old hen, add some lean pork, blanch it in boiling water, put it in cold water and bring it to a boil, remove the foam, add onion and ginger wine, then reduce the heat to low, keep the soup surface slightly open, and turn over to break up the small blisters.

This is a delicious clear soup stock. Even though it is just an ordinary clear soup, it is also very particular. If the heat is too high, it will boil into a white milk soup. If the heat is too low, the flavor will not be strong.

Soon the aroma of 200-year-old chicken essence and 380-year-old wild boar meat was brought out by the soup. The fresh aroma whetted the appetite of every student who thought their stomachs were about to burst and they could no longer eat.

When they first arrived, the students were full of worries. Can they still eat if they are so full? After just eating such a delicious dinner, do they still want to eat anything else?

Professor Zhang immediately told them with practical actions, you are still too young, sometimes, there are drawings.

The stew pot suddenly flew up, and all the ordinary clear soup in it was poured into gauze and filtered.

He also took out a 400-year-old rooster, chopped the chicken breast into minced meat, soaked it in onion, ginger wine and water for a while, wrapped the minced chicken in gauze, put it into the clear soup, heated it over high heat and stirred.

When the soup is about to boil, switch to low heat. This step is also very important. Do not let the soup boil.

At this time, the fire in the stew pot next to it was extinguished. Zhang Heyang raised his hand and placed a mage skill, Ice Nova, over the stew pot. This magic, which was said to be able to freeze the dragon's breath, was used to cool down the stew pot.

When the heat was almost absorbed by the nova, Zhang Heyang collected the ice nova, and several thousand elven magic wind blades were wrapped in an appropriate amount of honey and added to the stew pot, stirring evenly.

"Okay, stewed apples with fresh milk, honeydew, and melon." The stew pot flew up out of thin air and landed on the long table nearby.

Looking back, the turbid suspended matter in the broth is absorbed by the chicken minced meat, and the chicken minced meat is taken out.

This refining process is called "Diao Tang", and the clear soup that has been refined twice is called "Double Diao Tang".

The soup refined in this way is the best among soups. It looks like white water but is clear and fragrant.

Add this delicate clear soup to the freshly stir-fried vegetables, then remove the skin and cut each piece of tomatoes and chickpeas into the same size.

Soon after, the soup was cooked and boiling. Zhang Heyang raised his wand and poured the soup into a cracked Ge Kiln porcelain bowl. The mysterious cracks seemed to absorb the aroma of the soup, making even the bowl delicious and attractive.

"Handmade" Professor Zhang clapped his hands and looked at the food on the table with satisfaction: "Dialing stock vegetable soup, plus house elf's golden fried steamed bun slices, students, let's start."

The eyes of thousands of students turned green, like thousands of werewolves breaking into the kitchen of Hogwarts: "What's mine is mine."