kitchen.

"Are you satisfied with your sword skills?"

The old man asked and raised his hand to the steamer on the table.

In the pot, there is a dark blue clear soup, mainly made of two ingredients: "garlic chicken" and "blue star algae". The soup color is strange, but it just makes the ingredients look unusual.

What's the meaning?

Xia Yu frowned.

He spent about an hour, and when he had just cooked the soup base of ramen and turned around and planned to knead soba noodles, the old man forcibly stopped him and had such a quarrel.

"If you only have this level of research on the recipe of "Demon Ramen", it will disappoint me!" The old man hugged his arms and criticized mercilessly, "I can conclude that your work is not qualified for me without having to taste the finished product!"

Xia Yu's forehead was full of blue veins.

"You didn't even eat, so you dare to say that you were not qualified?" Xia Yu was very upset.

"And, you said I was satisfied with my sword skills. I can understand that you are mocking my sword skills, old man?"

The old and the young, the eyes collide in the air, and they do not give in to each other.

"Are you not convinced?"

"That's for sure. I hate the strong-mouthed king the most!"

"Do you want a detailed comment? Then I..."

Here, Xia Yu waved his hand and looked straight at the old man's coffin face, with a sharp look, "Don't comment on his mouth! I heard from the general manager that the recipe of "Devil Ramen" was jointly created by him and you. Then, old man, you can come up with the actual work and convince me!"

"oh--"

Xia Qing's face moved, "Is this a challenge?"

Xia Yu nodded, "Of course!"

His eyes were written in his eyes and his anger suddenly calmed down, "Old man, you have to let me understand how much difference is there between me and the Dragon Realm now?"

Hearing this, Xia Qing also showed a faint smile on his face, "I understand."

The quarrels in the kitchen suddenly disappeared, as if they had never happened before. The old and the young looked at each other with playful eyes, and they had their own little abacus in their hearts.

Lan Fengxian was at the door, stunned.

What about the fight?

It was so thunderous and the rain was small. The way this grandfather and grandson got along was incomprehensible.

"Brother Xia!"

The shouts at the door made Xia Qing and Xia Yu turn around. In fact, they had already noticed that there was an outsider at the door.

"Lan Fengxian?"

Xia Qing frowned and called him by his name, obviously not very cold about this person.

"Brother Xia, it's been a long time since I was gone!"

Lan Fengxian was very sleek in his work. He called Xia Qing his name without showing any strangeness. He laughed: "This is nothing to do. I'm here to pay New Year's greetings to you. Brother Xia, just don't think that Brother Yu is too busy."

A foolish brother claimed to be heartless.

In terms of age, Lan Fengxian grew older. Didn’t he hear Lan Chuhan, who was the same generation as Zhu Qing, call him grandpa? He is a very old monster.

"sit--"

However, Xia Qing's greeting seemed cold. He pointed to the bench he had just sat on, put on an apron, and stepped to the kitchen counter.

He took out a square-headed mulberry knife from the knife holder, turned his head and said meaningfully to his grandson: "Look at it well, study hard."

Xia Yu curled his lips.

Bang!

A "garlic chicken" that had been thawed and intact was thrown on the chopping board by the old guy.

The thin and sharp blade hangs against the spine of the chicken without falling. Xia Qing suddenly said in a deep voice: "Sage Kong once said - if you don't cut it right, you won't eat it!"

"The so-called cutting and cutting reflects the decomposition of ingredients everywhere."

The topic suddenly changed, and Xia Qing asked, "Cutting a chicken is simple, right?"

Xia Yu nodded.

Oh!

Seeing the grandson responding like this, the old man had a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and his hand was raised and the chicken's head was removed. Then, the whole chicken was cut from the middle line into two symmetrical and equal halves, and then the chicken wings were cut, and the thin and sharp blade was cut along a round bone in the meat, and the entire meat wings broke away.

The wings and legs were cut off, and the chicken body spread flat on the cutting board, but the old man stopped.

"What then?" He turned around and looked at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu frowned and said in confusion: "Old man, what you use is the ordinary skill of killing chicken knives. I also killed this way just now. Are there any problems?"

The old man's face darkened, "Do you think that only by cutting a sashimi can you easily show your skills?"

He turned around, and the kitchen blade in his hand rose and fell.

Bangbangbang!

In a few blinks, the chicken's body became smaller and turned into pieces of equal size chicken pieces.

The sharpness of the knife and the old man's skill were beyond doubt. Xia Yu's eyes twitched. In his vision, the pieces of meat laid on the chopping board were exquisite, and they looked good when placed, with an indescribable temperament.

What exactly is different?

Xia Yu bit his finger and was confused, his eyes moving back and forth between the cutting board and the steamer.

Is it big? The sight is shifted to the steaming steamer, and the chicken pieces in the soup are cut out from the old man, which is usually the same.

Obviously, in terms of the size of the meat, Xia Yu and the old man are in no different.

From another perspective, "Knife Power" is to break down ingredients and make the ingredients smaller, and the size is undoubtedly the key!

In terms of ergonomics, the most suitable size for food is "one bite"!

Therefore, if someone gives the ruler to the old man and takes the size of the chicken that Xia Yu cuts, he can find an amazing digital password—

One inch, 3.5 cm.

"Brother Xia, your sword skills make me feel ashamed of you!"

Lan Fengxian spoke here.

He saw the kitchen fall into silence and took the opportunity to bubble to show his presence. Then he said to Xia Yu: "In simple terms, knife skills are to cut off the tissue of the ingredients. Therefore, in order to maximize freshness, we should try to avoid damaging the tissue of the ingredients when the knife is cut."

“Destroy, complete.”

"In addition to the influence of tools, the gap in the skill of famous artists is reflected in the cutting and cutting techniques."

Lan Fengxian said so.

The old man looked calm and put the chopped chicken neatly into the steamer.

Ingredients, including chicken, cyanobacteria, and other auxiliary ingredients.

An hour later, another portion of chicken soup in the steamer was served on the table. Xia Qing pointed at two portions of chicken soup on the table, "Eat and see!"

Xia Yu struggled for an hour.

What is the secret of killing a chicken?

He just started super vision and didn't feel that there was a lot of technical content. "Damn, I don't believe it. Everyone cut chickens and cooked chicken soup with the same ingredients. Why am I not as good as an old man?"

With this unyielding spirit, Xia Yu took two spoons, first ate a spoon of his own, and then tasted the old man's chicken soup.

Um?

What's going on!

The soup is imported, and without talking about other flavors, Xia Yu is closely concerned about the deliciousness of the chicken on his tongue.

"boom!"

It is like a stormy wave that storms the coastline fortress that collapses its tongue.

"Just as far as chicken soup is concerned, it's a little better than mine..., why is the difference so obvious?" Xia Yu took a deep breath, barely maintaining a little calmness, changed his chopsticks and picked up the chicken in the old man's steamer.

As the teeth bite, the fleshy fibers broke one by one, like bowstrings and the ears heard wonderful music.

The elasticity of the meat and the texture of the meat make the scalp numb.

My God...is this chicken?

Xia Yu seemed to see a high-ranking monk holding a knife. The monk was kind-hearted, sang the Buddha's name, and waved his sword at the bare chicken on the chopping board.

Bangbangbang!

There was no trace of blood, but the Buddha's light burst out.

A faintly, the shape of the chicken appeared on the chopping board, and the crowing sound came out, loud and joyful, without any pain.

Xia Yu's heart was shocked.

This is an indescribable kind sword technique!
Chapter completed!