Chapter 1608 - You Even Copy Scripts?
A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World
The temperature of the flame after the skewer of pigâs eyes was put on the grill couldnât be too high. Otherwise, the eyeball might explode due to the expansion of the liquid inside, and cause the liquid to squirt out.
The skewers had to be roasted slowly over a small fire, and in the process, various sauces and spices had to be spread over the eyeballs as the eyeballs got cooked from outside in.
As the surface of the pigâs eyes sizzled, a delicious scent slowly wafted out.
âIt does seem like nothing much.â Mag raised his brow. He flipped the skewers in his hands as he slowly shifted them towards the area with a bigger fire.
Pop~
One of the eyeballs on the skewers suddenly burst. The boiling liquid squirted everywhere, and some of it even flew towards Magâs face.
âF*ck, it really will explode!â Mag dodged easily.
Pop, pop, pop, pop~
The remaining pigâs eyes all burst almost simultaneously.
Mag quickly let go of the bamboo skewers, and took two big steps back to escape the boiling liquid which squirted around as the eyeballs burst.
âThis is probably the most dangerous dish Iâve made.â Mag looked at the walls that were covered messily with the liquid. He smiled awkwardly. If this were to happen in a real kitchen, that would be quite a disaster.
Mag did not have to clean up. Around five seconds later, the grill was as clean as before.
âIt seems like I still have to follow the expertâs experience and procedures strictly. Itâs impossible to make this if I get too full of myself.â Mag quickly reset his attitude, and picked up a new bamboo skewer to make a new skewer of pigâs eyes. He stood before the grill seriously, and started roasting the pigâs eyes again.
The temperature requirements for roasted pigâs eyes were very strict, and that made Mag, who was already very adept at the techniques of roasting 200 kebabs at the same time, a little impatient. However, after the bursting incident, Magâs ego was quickly kept in check.
Beef would not burst, but this was an ingredient with a temper, so you had to be gentle with it.
After around 20 minutes, the pigâs eyes had been roasted to a beautiful shiny brown. They had shrunk significantly, and the slightly fatty surface had shriveled up, and was even sizzling with oil. The enticing fragrance of roasted meat wafted over, and the dish was completed after sprinkling some chili powder and cumin.
âIt doesnât seem too difficult if you have a little more patience.â Mag sized the roasted pigâs eyes in his hand. There were four pigâs eyes on a skewer.
The pigâs eyes did not look so terrifying after they were roasted. At least one would not accidentally meet eyes with a pair of dead pigâs eyes.
However, for most people, the appearance of this dish was still rather shocking. Most people would probably refuse to eat it knowing that it was roasted pigâs eyes.
Mag looked at the roasted pigâs eyes in his hands. If it wasnât because the smell was really enticing after roasting, and that he was already used to pigâs eyes, he might not even try this kind of super dark cuisine.
âSystem, have I succeeded?â Mag asked casually. Iâve never tried something like roasted pigâs eyes before in my previous life. There probably isnât much of a standard for this dish, right?
âPoint one: the surface of the third pigâs eyes from the top is too dry and hard. This is because the eyeball itself has too little fat. Therefore, during the roasting process, you have to spread oil on it individually. This is a problem that an outstanding chef should have realized and taken the initiative to solve during the cooking process.
âPoint two: the second pigâs eye was not skewered in tightly enough, and it moved during the process of roasting. Therefore, the entire pigâs eyes could not reach the passable standard. Your carelessness could ruin an entire dish.
âPoint threeâ¦â
The system listed all the mistakes that Mag made during the seemingly perfect roasting process.
âThat sounds like there are a lot of problems indeed.â Mag nodded as he accepted the systemâs positive criticism. If that was all, he would be able to make the perfect roasted pigâs eyes in no time at all, since all the problems lay in the details.
âThe standards for a successful roasted pigâs eyes.
âOnce you bite into it, the liquid in the eyeball will squirt out, and it will not have a fishy smell, and the taste will still leave one asking for more.
âThe eyeball is chewy and springy on the outside, but soft and juicy on the inside.
âThe cornea should be crispy like a soft bone to bring a different texture during the chewing experience.â
The system continued to list the criteria.
â???â Mag.
âHey, System. If I donât have any partial memory loss from the transmigration, I donât think Iâve tried the roasted pigâs eyes before, so this kind of overly strict standards arenât raised by me, right?â Mag asked with a frown. The wider the scope in the criteria, the higher the requirements were because the system would follow the highest standards.
âThis came from the script of âOne Life, One Kebab'[1],â the system replied.
âYou even copy scripts?â Mag rolled his eyes.
âDidnât I cite the source?â the system retorted.
âIâ¦â Mag opened his mouth speechlessly. However, he quickly found his words. âI think this script could have elements of exaggeration in it.â
âAs a candidate for the God of Cookery with the best roasting experience, if you couldnât even meet this bit of criteria from the script, that would be worse than the exaggeration.â
âFine, you win!â Mag thought for a while, and felt that the system actually had a point. He quickly went back to roasting the pigâs eyes.
What every professional chef should do was to create delicacies that exceeded the customerâs expectations.
It was just like how an ordinary bowl of soybean milk and an ordinary stick of youtiao would have different flavors in the hands of different chefs.
What Mag had to do was make the delicacy have a different color of its own.
âThe taste is lacking. Fail!
âThere is a fishy taste in the liquid. Fail!
âFailâ¦â
The days on the countdown timer decreased slowly as Mag faced failure after failure. His roasting techniques became even better, and the pigâs eyes skewers grew from one stick to two, to three, and to a handful!
For that moment, Mag thought that he had already become one with the skewers and the grill. He could feel the temperature of the charcoal fire, and also feel the minute changes as the skewers were roasting. Then, he would flip the skewers at an appropriate time, and spread some oil and sauce.
This was a very strange feeling. It felt as though time had slowed down, and he could control everything as he wished.
âDing! The perfect pigâs eye has been achieved!â
Mag placed a handful of the roasted pigâs eyes on the plate in front of him when he heard the system message.
âDid I succeed?â Mag did not appear to be too surprised. Instead, he was slightly shocked. He felt that this serving of roasted pigâs eyes was not perfect enough, and he could make them better on his next round.
He looked up at the countdown timer on the wall. 100 days had already passed unknowingly.
No wonder itâs said that roasting is not easy, and itâs even more difficult to become a master, Master thought to himself. The time he took to learn the roasted pigâs eyes was almost the same as the time he took when he was learning the âBuddha jumps over the wallâ.
Mag was not in a hurry to leave the test field for the God of Cookery. Instead, he continued to practice the roasted pigâs eyes. He wanted to make it even more perfect.
[1] Chinese food documentary.