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After putting the two children to sleep, Mag returned to his room and began to check the task rewards issued to him by the system.

He doesn't really care about the title of Junior Dessert Chef. Anyway, only he can see this thing. What he cares more about is what's in the dessert gift bag.

Click on the big gift package, and five experience packages popped up: mung bean cake, red bean cake, double skin milk, mango pancake, and egg yolk cake!

"Oh, it's really a big gift bag." Mag's eyes lit up, and it was the first time that he had obtained five recipes at once. It's rare that the system is so generous.

Desserts such as mung bean cake and red bean cake are common to him, but egg yolk cake is his favorite. He didn't expect the system to stuff a portion into the big gift bag.

"Perfect, quite perfect." Mag nodded in satisfaction, and ordered the recipe for mung bean cake first.

The complete and detailed recipes, as well as the exclusive experience and skills of pastry masters, flooded into his mind instantly.

"Sure enough, there is still a huge gap between qualified and perfect. This time, the system is very tolerant." Mag opened his eyes and said to himself.

The more he understands, the more he is in awe. After gaining the experience of the masters, Mag immediately discovered that the mung bean cake he thought was perfect was actually only a crude defective product.

However, with his own painstaking experience, it must be much easier to get started, so he didn't rush into the God of Cooking Proving Ground, but went on to open the egg yolk cake experience package.

"This...isn't it too difficult?" Mag opened his eyes after a long time, and his eyes were still in a daze.

If the difficulty of mung bean cake is 1, then the difficulty coefficient value of egg yolk cake should be 5.

Whether it's the amount of ingredients, the complexity of the process, or various techniques, Mag is a little terrified.

After all, he is still a novice pastry chef, not even an entry-level baker. He has already anticipated the difficulties he will face.

"Come on, accept the challenge." Mag lay down, closed his eyes and pushed open the door of the God of Cooking trial ground.

This is destined to be a long night for McGonagall.

When Mag opened his eyes the next day, he met four pairs of eyes again.

"You're awake." Irina looked at him with a smile.

"Grandpa Sun is drying his ass." Amy said with a smile.

Mag hadn't recovered from the egg yolk nightmare, blinked, and glanced sideways at the alarm clock by the bed.

"It's eleven o'clock!" McGonagall was slightly startled, this was more than just sunbathing, it was already noon.

"Uh, I seem to have overslept a bit." Mag sat up and put the ugly duckling sleeping on his arm aside, a little embarrassed.

"It's not just a little bit, I can't wake you up, I almost plan to treat you." Irina pouted.

"Maybe too tired." McGonagall said to him.

In the God of Cooking Proving Ground, his perception of the outside world is closed. If the system does not feel threatened, it will not prompt him, so he did not hear Irina's call at all.

"Are you hungry? I'll make you breakfast...lunch." Mag got up from the bed.

"We've had breakfast. You still had a lot of mung bean cakes left last night, and there's milk in the refrigerator." Amy rubbed her stomach, "But now I'm hungry again."

"Let's go downstairs, after lunch, I'll make you a new dessert." Mag smiled and touched Amy's head.

"New dessert?"

"Well, I had a good night's sleep and had a good dream. I learned it in my dream." Mag nodded.

"Really? Can you learn to cook even in your dreams?" Irina looked at Mag with suspicion.

"If you don't believe me, you will know in a while, and I have improved the mung bean cake. Today I will let you try what is called the real mung bean cake." Mag went out confidently.

After lunch, Mag rested for a while, then went into the kitchen and started making mung bean cakes and egg yolk cakes.

After studying,

The system issued him brand new molds and cooking tools, as well as a dedicated oven.

The mung bean cake is relatively simple, but it is cumbersome to prepare. Fortunately, he soaked some mung beans in the refrigerator last night, took them out and peeled them, and started making mung bean cakes, saving most of the waiting time.

The production of egg yolk cakes is much more complicated.

Irina stood at the door of the kitchen, watching Mag take out some ingredients and ingredients from the refrigerator, and asked a little strangely: "When did you buy these things? I didn't see you buying them when I went shopping yesterday?"

Mag's hand froze slightly. After so long, did she finally have doubts about the inexhaustible ingredients that appeared in the refrigerator for no reason?

"Oh, I see, you must have bought mung bean cakes when you went to buy mung bean cakes." Just when Mag was thinking about how to explain, Irina herself had found a perfect reason for him.

"Yes, that's it." Mag nodded.

The complexity of the egg yolk cake lies in its four-layer structure. The outermost layer is the oil skin, which is the attractive layer of oily pastry. Wrap it with salted egg yolk, press it into the rolled oil skin and pastry, brush the surface with a layer of egg yolk liquid, and sprinkle a pinch of black sesame seeds on top, so that the cake embryo can go into the oven.

And there is also a need for three brushes and three bakes in the baking process. The egg yolk puff pastry is not baked overnight. The egg liquid on the surface of the egg yolk puff pastry needs to be brushed three times, that is, it needs to be baked three times after being out of the oven. .

The whole process was like an art performance. The two children came to the door of the restaurant at some point, watching Mag's performance with fascination.

"Father is really amazing." Amy opened her mouth slightly, her eyes full of admiration.

Annie's expression was similar, and she looked at Mag with admiration.

Irina leaned against the door frame and looked at Mag with great interest. For some reason, she put down her long sword and picked up a kitchen knife. Mag, who was cooking quietly in the small kitchen, gave her a sense of peace of mind. The feeling of relying on is like a rootless duckweed that suddenly finds a harbor where it can dock.

"Ding!"

The oven beeps once.

Mag turned off the power to the oven and opened the oven door.

"smell good!"

A scent of milk accompanied by the smell of meringue immediately filled the kitchen, and rushed towards the kitchen door forcefully, making the eyes of all three people waiting at the kitchen door brighten.

Under the eyes of the three of them, Mag brought out a whole plate of egg yolk crisps from the oven. It was golden in color, with a hint of oil on the surface, and the top was dotted with sesame seeds, which looked extremely attractive.

"This is egg yolk shortbread, but it needs to cool down for a while before eating." Mag came out with a smile on his hand.