Hogwarts Food Master

At midnight, the restaurant at the corner of Diagon Alley still had lights on.

The restaurant is clean and tidy, and the silver tableware exudes a soft glow in the bright lights.

Wang Chao adjusted the position of the tableware, took out his camera and took a photo.

Thirteen years ago, Wang Chao was only 13 years old when he traveled through time. He worked in this restaurant to make money.

Eight years ago, he saved enough money to take over the restaurant and it has been open to this day.

Unfortunately, we have to move out the day after tomorrow.

A Quidditch supplies company took a fancy to this store and offered to rent it at a high price of three times the rent.

The landlord is a nice person, but the Quidditch supply company gave me too much.

In fact, it doesn't matter if the restaurant is closed. Wang Chao has dreamed of creating his own cookbook a long time ago.

It needs a lambskin cover, with large gilt characters on it, and the pages are made of coated paper. When you open the cookbook, you need a strong aroma of ink.

The most important thing is the special professional certification from the Ministry of Magic Gastronomy Association.

It is not easy to get this honor, which is the highest honor in the gastronomy world.

Wang Chao dragged out his suitcase, took out his wand and drew the flying spell in the air.

boom! !

The fireplace behind Wang Chao suddenly exploded, and the huge impact threw him into the air and hit him heavily on the counter.

Two wizards appeared in front of the fireplace, coughing violently.

Among them, an old wizard with silver hair and a long silver beard is a frequent visitor to the Daily Prophet.

"Albus Dumbledore?!"

Wang Chao got up and looked at the old man in front of him in disbelief.

There was some ashes on Dumbledore's beard, and there was an obvious black ash on his nose.

"It's me. I'm really sorry. I didn't control the dosage of Floo powder properly and made your restaurant dirty."

Dumbledore dusted himself off, choking and causing the other middle-aged wizard to cough even more.

"Ahem...clean it up!"

The middle-aged wizard waved his wand neatly, and all the ashes in the restaurant flew back into the fireplace.

"You should just listen to me, fly here on a broomstick, and teleport here with Apparition. Any method is better than using Floo powder!"

The middle-aged wizard complained to Dumbledore with some annoyance.

Dumbledore was not angry and said kindly, "Dear Professor Snape, we should all be brave enough to try new things."

"Hmph!" Professor Snape clearly disapproved.

If it were someone else who would appear in such an explosive way, Wang Chao would definitely give them a taste of the raging fire.

But since the person coming is recognized as the greatest wizard in the wizarding world today, it is better to listen to his purpose first. If you attack him, you will probably not be able to defeat him.

Facing Dumbledore, Wang Chao also had to be a pacifist.

Before Dumbledore could open his mouth, Professor Snape started to be angry in a unique tone.

"It's Dumbledore who wants to hire you to go to Hogwarts and serve as the head kitchen of Hogwarts. I'm not looking down on young people, but I think food is a proficient art, with at least 40 years of superb cooking skills. , you are qualified to become the kitchen manager. By the way, our current kitchen manager is Sir Sir Heather. He has been responsible for the food of all teachers and students in the school since the school was founded. "

"This is the most ridiculous statement I have ever heard. Cooking is like magic. It depends on talent. If the art of kitchen can be mastered by age, then I am afraid that every vampire will be a master of cooking."

Wang Chao had no good impression of Professor Snape, who exuded an arrogant air, and had no intention of making friends with him.

So he replied in a sinister tone.

"Do all chefs cook with their mouths? I don't see the talent, but the tone is really bad!"

"Wizards should control their mouths well outside of chanting spells and eating. If you can't, I can help!"

The next second, Wang Chao and Professor Snape's eyes met, and fierce sparks burst out.

Dumbledore stopped in front of Professor Snape without leaving a trace.

"I think so, since Professor Snape has doubts about your cooking skills, why don't you show him your cooking skills? Anyway, I like your food. I ate it once last year and I still think about it to this day."

Wang Chao frowned and said, "I haven't agreed to take over this job yet, and I haven't discussed the salary and benefits. After all, cooking for students and teachers in a school is different from opening a small restaurant."

"That's right, you forgot such an important thing," Dumbledore said, slapping his forehead in annoyance, "The kitchen manager has a lot to do and has heavy responsibilities. His salary is three times that of a regular professor, and the same as Professor Snape's. He's the headmaster of Slytherin, what do you think?"

"So, it's a job with low pay, many things, heavy tasks, and huge responsibilities?"

As we all know, the salary at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is not high. It only provides food and accommodation. The Ministry of Magic also provides research funds, and the benefits are particularly good.

Even three times the salary of an ordinary professor is only the same as the salary of a junior cadre in the Ministry of Magic.

"I just said, he is too young," Professor Snape launched another offensive of yin and yang, "How can a chef of his age cope with such a major job? You know, it is the kitchen of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Even the Minister of Magic is not qualified to visit this sacred place, so let’s find a chef with experience and ideals.”

"Who says I don't have ideals? I'm willing to accept the challenge, but I don't have any ingredients here. I can only make beef ramen. It's an interview."

"That's fine." Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction.

Wang Chao waved his magic wand, and the kitchen utensils flew to the kitchen like a group of well-trained homing pigeons.

A large bucket of beef soup, accompanied by dough, slowly followed Wang Chao.

Dumbledore blinked at Professor Snape.

"It's true that I brought you here. I will never be able to reach your level in the use of stimulating generals in this life."

Professor Snape's face was as dark as water, and he responded coldly, "It's not all to provoke him. I still think that young people like him can't cook good food."

Dumbledore said with a wry smile, "As long as I'm better than Sir Heather, I don't want to eat chocolate cake looking up at the stars anymore."

Professor Snape's iron face showed a rare look of pain.

...

"Burning fire!"

A ball of flame appeared out of thin air under the soup bucket. Under the strong firepower, the fat on the upper layer of the soup quickly dissolved.

A very inconspicuous bucket of soup. The bucket was a mysterious bucket bought at a wizard's gathering. Its capacity was ten times that of an ordinary iron bucket.

The soup uses a whole set of Huck beef bones, a whole Scottish reed chicken, two pounds of beef, and secret seasonings.

Soaked it all night and cooked it all day.

The soup is rich but as clear as water.

Soon the soup was tumbling, and the alluring aroma formed a mist above the soup pot, which quickly spread throughout the restaurant.

Dumbledore greedily inhaled the aroma, his stomach growling.

The shimmering wheat-yellow dough flashed through the air, followed by a snapping sound.

Dumbledore swallowed and lowered his voice and said, "Even if there is no noodles, I am willing to just drink soup."

Professor Snape agreed inwardly, but remained expressionless.

Originally thinking that he would have to wait a little longer, Dumbledore took out a bucket of strange-flavored beans, looked at the brown beans, and hesitated to put them in his mouth.

Ever since he ate a vomit-flavored bean when he was young, he had regarded eating strange-flavored beans as a challenge and would not dare to eat them again.

"After a long wait, the noodles are ready!"

"So fast?!" Dumbledore put down the strange-flavored beans unexpectedly.

Two steaming bowls of ramen floated in front of the two of them, followed closely by two small ivory white porcelain bowls.

In the bowl are crispy side dishes, including celery and peanuts, which are green and beautiful.

Dumbledore looked at the noodles in the bowl. The noodles were round and attractive. Next to the two slices of white radish, a thin piece of beef lay quietly.

What surprised him the most was that the soup was crystal clear.

I originally thought that a soup with such a strong aroma must be quite thick.

The silver tableware jumped over and lay quietly on the dining table.

Dumbledore pulled out a pair of silver chopsticks. He traveled around the world in his early years and spent five years in the far east.

Although there are only eleven registered magic schools in the world, there is only one school in the East, the Magic Palace in Japan.

However, in fact, more magic schools are unwilling to be supervised by the Ministry of Magic and maintain a high degree of autonomy in finance and administration.

To put it simply, these magic schools are well-off and do not require funding from the Ministry of Magic.

Professor Snape didn't know how to use chopsticks. He hesitantly picked up a fork, picked up the noodles and looked at them twice.

Dumbledore smiled happily, picked up the noodles and put them in his mouth.

"Um?!"

You can't stop eating it at all, the noodles are incredibly smooth and the aroma of the noodle soup creates an addictive texture.

"Suck it...suck it..."

Professor Snape next to him also made the same sound.

After a long and short moment, Dumbledore was surprised to find that half the bowl of ramen disappeared out of thin air.

Wang Chao was very satisfied with their food. This feeling of not being able to stop eating was the highest compliment to the chef's cooking skills.

"Don't just eat noodles, drink some soup."

Dumbledore decided to follow the good example and took a sip from the bowl.

Fragrant!

Take another sip!

concentrated!

Ton ton ton...

I can't finish the soup, there's still noodles left...

Dumbledore's mind was still struggling, but his body couldn't stop.

It was still Professor Snape who put down the bowl at the same time as him.

When the noodles were first served, the person who was still mumbling that the soup looked like water drank it faster than anyone else.

Wang Chao is not surprised. Everyone who eats beef ramen for the first time has the same reaction.

"I'll go get you some more soup."

As soon as he turned around, Professor Snape grabbed Dumbledore and spoke with his lips.

"So delicious! We have to find a way to get him to Hogwarts!"