MTL - Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant (A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World)-Chapter 2435 McGonagall

Thousands of years after the breeding and slaughtering industry has been fully automated, most of the residents of the underground city have not seen the live sheep slaughter site.

In the past Four Seasons Kitchen King Competition, there has never been a scene of live slaughter of such large animals. It is the ingredients of what parts of the chefs need, and the program team directly prepares the finished products for them.

But today, Hades brought a black sheep to the stage of the show, seemingly intending to slaughter it on-site in front of the camera.

You can imagine what a **** scene this will be.

However, watching the sheep slaughter on a high-end program like the Kitchen King Competition seems to have a special magic power, which makes the audience even more looking forward to it.

Coupled with Hades's superimposed passerby fan and strong attention at this time, nearly half of the barrage are related to him.

"Director, should the slaughter screen be cut to the live video? Will it be too bloody?" the camera director asked Johnson, somewhat worried.

"The player's exclusive camera position is shot as usual, and the program group shots are switched at the right time." Johnson replied, he was not very clear in his heart, Hades temporarily joined the group, and arrived at the scene before the show was recorded. There was no time for communication and rehearsal.

The contestants started to process the ingredients, and each became busy.

The eyes of the judges also fell more on McGonagall. With their identities, the so-called precious ingredients on the court have long been no surprise.

"The last time I saw sheep slaughtering at the scene was the wild wolf tribe in the northern part of the Heli Grassland more than two hundred years ago. That tribe still retains the tradition of slaughtering sheep by hand on festivals. The elders in the tribe have amazing methods of slaughtering sheep. Old Hunter said with emotion.

"Why? Will the sheep slaughtered by oneself have more soul?" David, the young food critic next to him, asked with a smile.

"That's a sense of ritual, of course, in the words of your young people, it's not wrong to say that it is infused with soul." Old Hunter smiled and nodded.

"I think he just forcibly slaughtered sheep on the spot for a gimmick?" Chef Julian of the Tucker Hotel mocked slightly.

"In the first game, I think he should show off his skills." A judge retorted. Aunt

"Whether it's a gimmick or a real skill, the answer will be revealed soon." Nancy's mouth turned slightly and looked at McGonagall. For some reason, she actually had an inexplicable confidence in him.

The conversation of the judges was cut into the live broadcast.

The judges are torn, which is another highlight of the show.

Slaughtering sheep must be bloody, and this is true when slaughtering any medium and large mammals, such as the fat pigs to be slaughtered by a group of big men on a pig-killing stool during the Chinese New Year.

Although the Heiley sheep is not a precious ingredient, this medium-sized guy with a weight of over 100, a strong physique, and a wild type of monster is not something that an ordinary chef can easily deal with.

McGonagall didn't want to leave the audience with a **** butcher's first impression on the first show, so the slaughter scene must be more elegant.

The Hailey sheep was plated onto the slaughter table as if carrying a chicken. The first step was bleeding. The knife pierced the sheep’s throat and inserted a prepared hose into the wound to avoid the blood splashing around. appear.

Next is to remove the sheepskin.

McGonagall's knife slashed the sheep, and tore it a few times, as if the clothes were taken off for the black sheep. The sheep's leather belt was peeled off. The smooth surface of the lamb showed no scars or the slightest trace. Wool residue.

"This technique can really decompress when you look at it!"

"Sheep: What happened? Where's my fur coat?"

"My family runs a farm. To be honest, the machine is not as clean as he can."

The barrage was obviously a little surprised by McGonagall's tactics, which drew a burst of admiration.

After going to the sheepskin, McGonagall cut open the belly of the lamb, took out various internal organs one by one, rinsed the inside of the lamb with clean water, and began to tear apart the lamb chops.

The kitchen knife pierced the lamb chops like a fish into the water, accurately avoiding a lot of hard bones, cut the fascia, cut the skin and flesh, and took out two large lamb chops from the sheep's body.

Large lambs weighing more than 100 catties have twelve ribs on each side, and two large rows.

McGonagall looked at the super-textured lamb chops in his hand and nodded in satisfaction. The program team still provided good ingredients.

After taking the lamb chops, McGonagall did not stop, but dismantled the whole lamb.

The wide kitchen knife shuttled between the mutton, followed the texture of the sheep's body, split the large gap between the bones, and used the knife along the cavity between the joints, without cutting a bone.

The whole process was smooth and flowing, as if an art performance was going on.

In just a few minutes, a whole black sheep was completely dismantled into a pile of ingredients.

Lamb chops suitable for charcoal grilling, hind leg meat and upper brain meat on skewers, suitable for stewing...

According to different cooking methods, McGonagall has cut the lamb neatly.

"This technique is absolutely perfect!" Hunter looked at McGonagall in amazement.

"I haven't slaughtered tens of thousands of sheep, so I shouldn't be able to practice this kind of craft, right?" David was also amazed, and he didn't forget to jokingly said, "You guys, wouldn't you find them from the slaughterhouse?"

Julian's expression was a bit awkward, and his eyes turned to other places, pretending not to see it.

Chefs are good at cooking, gourmets are good at typing keyboards, but these other methods of solving sheep are beyond their professional scope, so they are indeed amazed.

"It's really hidden." The smile on the corner of Nancy's mouth deepened.

The director cut the footage earlier and broadcast the whole process of McGonagall's solution to the sheep.

The audience was also stunned by McGonagall's tricks.

"Eyes: I learned! Hands: You're thinking about fart."

"It was the first time I discovered that slaughter can also be aesthetically pleasing!"

"This is really a treasure chef, Lu has turned into a fan!"

McGonagall took only two lamb chops and returned to his stove, while the other lamb beckoned the staff to help take it away.

Slaughtering sheep seems to be a very cumbersome step, but McGonagall only took fifteen minutes. The player next to him was still competing with Huanglongyu. Even if he was out of water, he was still a tyrant for the chef.

The mutton was simply cut a few times, and began to marinate.

The charcoal grill is placed on the stove, and the charcoal fire has begun to burn slowly. When the lamb chops are marinated, the charcoal fire is just right.

Waiting for the process of marinating the mutton and burning with charcoal fire, McGonagall stood in his own position, enjoying the performance of the players on the same field in his spare time.

The player next to him is tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, fair skin, a tall nose, and a body of tendons. At first glance, he looks like a masculine man, and the name on the nameplate is Iman.

McGonagall has seen his information. Iman is from the Tucker Hotel and is the proud student of the jury named Julian on the court.

This step is not because of his relationship with the family, his cooking skills can be ranked in the top three among the players in the same field.

The ingredient he chose was yellow dragon fish. The fish had a golden body and delicate and smooth scales. The flesh of the fish was actually somewhat similar to that of a dragon head. This name was just right.

The fish had been cesarean, and the internal organs were crystal clear. There was no fishy smell in the air, but a faint fragrance, which surprised McGonagall.