Chapter 50： Tomahawk steak (2) (1/2)
(Thanks to the book friends for being afraid of 1000 starting coins at night, 200 starting coins in the starry sky,? 100 starting coins for Ma Ma, 100 starting coins for White Wing Condor for rewards, oh ha ha ha.)
The rewards and punishments are clear: As the chef of the end of the future, how can you lack praise and criticism from customers? Get customers willingly to reward 10/10, and collect customer opinions 6/10. Task rewards, all skill levels +1, all attribute points +2. Penalty for failure, none. Mission time limit, 5 days.
Zhao Ziyu rewarded a handful of silver melon seeds, and it was easy for the dining guests to say ”no need to find any more”, all of which were regarded as rewards.
Lin Chou's face had been photographed on this task for 20 days, and only the time when Wei Tianxing came to dine was counted as four opinions.
There are only five days left, and there is no penalty for failure, but the reward for all skill levels is +1, which greedy Lin Chou.
What are Lin Chou's skills? Cooking skills!
Two catties of saliva flowed down faintly.
The method of making each dish provided by the system gave Lin Chou enough freedom to play. To put it bluntly, it has a huge range of operations.
Dishes inherited from ancient China are never sold with precision. Any recipe will have a lot of items such as ”a little”, ”a spoonful”, ”trace”, ”some”, ”fry for a while”, ”small fire slow” on it. Words like ”simmer for hours” are simply painful to the layman.
How much is a spoon? How big is the spoon? How much is a little? How many are some? How long is the moment?
At any rate, Lin Chou is also a senior cook. Since the system has delimited the scope, he thinks it is not difficult to make a popular Tomahawk steak based on his own experience.
Wei Tianxing’s evaluation gave Lin Chou a feeling of enlightenment. He has always used the effects of the dishes as a selling point and ignored the dishes themselves. Whether a dish is good or not, even if it is a medicinal diet that has a special effect on the evolutionary. Taste is the real key.
The standard weight of each tomahawk-shaped bone-in steak is 6 kg and the length is 75 cm.
Of course, the so-called 6 kilograms refers to the weight of pure meat on the steak. Because Lei Niu is a second-order alien animal, its bone density is comparable to that of gold and iron, which cannot be measured by common sense.
The Tomahawk steak has been placed in the constant temperature safe for a month, and it is as fresh and attractive as it was just put in, without the slightest odor. Although the black heart system is full of temperament, the place that it should be reliable is absolutely unambiguous.
Use absorbent paper to wipe off the slight moisture on the surface of the steak, grind out some crushed black pepper and green salt, and massage the whole steak evenly, so that the salt and pepper will evenly and firmly cover every inch of the steak surface.
Mingguang Base City is backed by the Black Shen Sea. There is a small bay in the Hei Shen Sea. The gravel of this bay is blue and black, and it will be submerged at high tide, and at low tide, a small independent salty lake will be formed.
The seawater remaining in it will be evaporated to dryness in just one day, leaving behind cyan sea salt particles all over the ground.
This kind of green salt can be eaten without secondary processing. It has a refreshing and slightly astringent taste. It is jokingly called ”First Love” and is the high-end high-end salt in Mingguang Base City.
After the ten-minute massage, Lin Chou put the cattle in a constant temperature cabinet and marinated for thirty minutes.
After washing his hands, he rushed out of the kitchen with lightning speed.
”The boss will give me one too...”
With a big stroke of the pen, a few words are written on the back of the Tomahawk steak ”Limited supply, only one copy per natural week”
”...A Tomahawk steak.”
Lin Chou smiled and let out a sigh of relief.
The visitor smeared the wall with old blood, ”Boss Lin, I have hatred with you??”
”Ahem, Captain Chen, sorry, this week's Tomahawk steak has been sold out, please be early next week!”
”I said, brother, you...” Chen Ting grinned, ready to make sense.
Lin Chou walked back to the kitchen and said, ”The raw materials are limited, sorry.”
When I was threatened by the Xue family, there was no bird feather in the entire store. Wei Tianxing relieved me, so you just popped out to eat this or that?
Wait in line for you!
After the Tomahawk Steak was officially launched, the Black Heart System created another oven next to the large urn of salt-baked chicken in the kitchen.
This is a traditional wood-burning oven built on pure black unknown rocks, with a round bottom that is convenient for heat retention.
In the morning, Lin Chou used a lot of fruit wood and firewood to preheat, and it has been three hours now.
The heat waves blow, the charcoal fire is red, and there is a smoky smell of rock and fruit.