hogwarts chef

In the dead of night, someone was counting things on the bed in the Hogwarts dormitory to help him fall asleep.

"One dumpling, two dumplings, three dumplings, little lamb, silk rabbit, mirror box tofu, dengying beef, anchovy shrimp"

"Fuck, I can't sleep anymore"

Professor Zhang hasn't eaten for a day. There are reports of strange movements in the pyramid, and there seems to be traces of Voldemort in Eastern Europe.Although this is all a matter of the Ministry of Magic, as the instigator, Professor Zhang cannot escape the blame and has a huge headache.

Damn it, it's only October [-]rd. It's the National Day holiday. I want to complain about this place not having a holiday and mistreating the employees.

However, no matter how crazy Professor Zhang is, he still knows that he cannot change the date of the National Day holiday unless he causes the Queen of Longevity to rebel.

The result of being too excited was that he couldn't sleep. Fortunately, Professor Zhang's specialty was cultivating immortals, which meant not sleeping, so he decided to get up and go to the kitchen to get something to eat.

"Welcome, welcome back, great chef."

At 11:30 in the evening, the elves were still asleep. More than 100 house elves bowed enthusiastically to Professor Zhang who got in. "Sir, would you like to have something to eat? These are the cranberry cookies we baked. Please taste it.”

"The taste is okay, but I want to eat hot pot." Professor Zhang casually took a piece and put it in his mouth. I have to say that the house elves are good at baking. Professor Zhang decided that the next step in magic research would be to make Manchu The berries grow directly on the cookies.

"Look at these two pots, which one do you need: mutton, pork or beef? Do you need luncheon meat and enoki mushrooms?"

What does it feel like to have more than 100 hard-working subordinates? As soon as Professor Zhang’s needs are expressed, an elf has already brought the pot and laid it out for him to choose.

One is an old Beijing copper pot, and the other is a Sichuan-Chongqing hot pot. The ingredients are ready to go next to it, and a bunch of meat and vegetables are brought up.

"Let's take this Sichuan-Chongqing hot pot. I'll make a butter pot base later, and you guys can get me some more tripe and spicy pork ribs."

Professor Zhang nodded. Although the weather in the UK was not cold in October, the maritime climate was even more humid than that of Sichuan and Chongqing. As a northerner, Professor Zhang felt that hair was almost growing on his bones.

"I think I have Wuliangye." Thinking of this picture, the professor decided not only to eat hot pot, but also to get some liquor to drink to ward off the cold.

"So, ingredients have been missing from the kitchen these past two days, and it turns out it was you who cooked them." A gentle gay voice sounded from behind.

"I just came back today. If you plan to criticize me randomly, you won't be able to take a bite of my hot pot for a while."

Professor Zhang had no intention of taking the blame for the children. Without even looking at Lao Deng who suddenly appeared behind him, he began to prepare the bottom of the pot.

There will be no hotpot base sold in the UK, because there is no real China in this world, and it is impossible for Hang Kang’s people alone to open Chinese supermarkets all over the world in Chinatown.And even if there is, the taste must be very bad; even if it tastes good, it must not be as delicious as what Professor Zhang makes himself.

Two restaurants in the "Fu" hotel are already undergoing the Michelin restaurant selection process at the same time. It won't be long before he, Professor Zhang, will be a three-star Michelin chef. Of course, he will be different from those mass-produced chefs on the street.

So of course Professor Zhang chose to prepare the hot pot base by himself.

Making hot pot base is actually not difficult. To put it bluntly, it is made by mixing the spices together, but it also requires skills, otherwise why would some be delicious and some be unpalatable?

Professor Zhang came to Xiaozao, lit the fire, and started to heat the pot. The oil in Sichuan and Chongqing hot pot is very particular. It is best to use animal butter. For example, the butter that Professor Zhang just said to make is very good.Of course, European kitchens have butter, so Professor Zhang cut off a piece and boiled it in a pot.

This butter is very fragrant and tastes good naturally. However, butter is extracted from milk and has a very high fat content. Just eat it once in a while. It is best not to eat it often, otherwise it will easily lead to obesity.

Professor Zhang loves spicy food. He has no intention of respecting the elderly and favoring the young. He has no regard for whether Lao Deng, who is over 100 years old, can eat such spicy food, so he decided to make it spicy.

It turned out that I had put two bottles of the chili sauce that the elves had made, and cut some millet peppers into sections, then added dried chili peppers, and added onions, ginger, garlic and other spices, and started to stir-fry them.

The taste is so strong that the whole kitchen is filled with spicy flavor once stir-fried.Many elves choked and coughed.

Professor Zhang is not a pedantic person and will not do the trick of Hermione "vomiting" in the original book, but he is not a being who thinks he is superior to others, so he said: "You all should be dismissed, go back to bed, and don't forget to prepare breakfast tomorrow morning. .This is an order."

For house elves, it is impossible to drive them away from their work without giving an "order".

"Thank you, great sir." The elf leader bent down and saluted, his nose almost touching the ground, then turned around and took the house elves to a specific resting place to rest.

"He Yang, you are really a person who pays attention to other people's feelings." Dumbledore sat imagelessly on top of the boxes stacked in the kitchen, not caring that the oil stains on them would make his shiny robe all covered with oil.

"Don't do this, I won't care about you. Once you can eat it, you can eat it. If you can't eat it, use magic to make it edible. I guess you, an old foodie, won't leave." Professor Zhang was annoyed. Start adding Sichuan peppercorns and pepper.

"Oh"

Just as he was talking, the kitchen door opened. Harry, who had brought Jerry to the kitchen to sneak some food, was startled by the smell of chili pepper, while Jerry looked excited.

"Wow, Professor Zhang, what are you doing?" Jieli was very excited every time she saw Professor Zhang. She wanted to learn two magic tricks from Professor Zhang.

"Ahem, principal, Professor Zhang, you are all here." He opened the door and saw an embarrassing scene inside. This was Mrs. Huo Qi who took the flying class, and now Hagrid also taught the children physical education classes.This serious lady is also a hidden foodie and often comes to the kitchen in the middle of the night to steal food.

Also coming with her was Professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor who was forcibly dragged along.

She saw Harry, but said nothing.She also expected to eat the delicacies cooked by other teachers, but the principal didn't care about it, and she, the vice-principal, was not easy to talk to.Just eat.

"Hey, you guys are having a party today."

Professor Zhang looked at everyone helplessly and said: "Let's eat together, Potter. You go and call Hagrid. Jerry, please go to Hufflepuff and bring Hermione Granger. You two Madam, please go and call Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape, and forget about Mrs. Sprout, she is seriously injured and cannot eat spicy food."

"boom"

There was a roar and everyone scattered.None of these guys didn't like spicy food, and they all knew how delicious Professor Zhang's food was, so they hurried to notify him as quickly as possible.