For Al, making hand-beaten beef balls really doesn't require any tools like iron rods.
The regular iron rod was a little too light for him now, and given the tough texture of the minotaur's flesh, he worried that the rod might break after a few strikes.
It's better to make them by hand. The essence of handmade beef balls lies in the way they're made!
"Ora ora ora ora..."
With lightning speed, his hands moved at high speed, leaving a trail of afterimages.
If an ordinary person were here watching, they probably wouldn't even be able to see El's movements clearly.
Such an attack would cause significant changes in the beef.
The originally firm beef was gradually minced into a gelatinous paste.
Beating, repeated beatings, incessant beatings.
If the beef doesn't comply with his wishes, he beats it until it obeys.
"call……"
I don't know how long the fight lasted, but when El's hands left the beef, both his fists and the beef were emitting white heat.
The fight is over. The beef, which was initially tough, has been transformed into the shape of El's fist.
This actually reflects a problem: El could have dealt with that minotaur back then even without magic.
A pair of iron fists were enough to make the minotaur wonder if he was a monster, or the monster of that human...
It's just a pity about El's stove. Although the beef absorbed most of the force from the series of attacks just now, it still developed a tiny crack.
In response, Al smeared a little flour on it and pretended not to see it.
"It was a really great warm-up, and it really got my body moving."
With his powerful life force stimulated, El's appetite also became more voracious.
If he didn't have a high standard for food, he wouldn't like eating raw, unprocessed ingredients.
It's not entirely impossible to eat raw beef directly.
"The ingredients for the beef balls are almost ready. Now it's time to take a look at the other side."
Turning his head, Al looked at the beef shank and brisket soaking in the pot. Now he could deal with those two.
He had already prepared the broth for the braised beef, and he had also picked the tomatoes, potatoes, and carrots needed for the tomato beef brisket.
"Let's begin, it's my cooking time."
It would be difficult for other chefs to complete the work of three dishes at the same time, but he is Al Wayne.
Standing in front of the pounded beef, the hands move continuously, turning the minced meat into meatballs of uniform size.
An invisible wave spread throughout the kitchen.
"Splash..."
The water flow transformed into ropes and blades, cutting the beef brisket into roughly the same size cubes according to El's preference.
When these beef briskets were first cut, Al noticed that the beef had some tendons attached, which would make it taste much better.
These chunks of meat were thrown into boiling water, and seasonings were added to remove any fishy smell.
The beef tendon didn't need any processing; it was simply tossed into a pot of boiling water by the water rope.
These two things will take some time, while the beef balls are prepared by El and put into the pot to cook.
Tomatoes, potatoes, carrots, and other side dishes were also diced, ready to be cooked.
"I handled three dishes with ease. As expected of me, my skills are getting better and better."
Time passed by, and the ingredients were processed step by step according to the instructions.
Almost another hour passed, and it was lunchtime. Al put the beef tendon into the broth.
The two pots in front of me emitted an enticing aroma.
"Tomato and beef brisket soup with handmade beef balls, all done."
The golden light reappeared once more as the water flow was controlled to open the pot lid.
That's right, this time it's still a dazzlingly glowing dish, and I don't know if it's because minotaurs are better as ingredients than slimes, but the golden light is even more dazzling than usual.
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