"You, have your way. ”

"I have my way. ”

Xia Yu turned her eyes to look at Liu Ying, only to find that the little girl was holding chopsticks with both hands, and her big eyes were looking forward to staring at him.

"Mr. Xia, you, what do your sword skills look like?"

Liu Ying is a curious baby.

Xia Yu opened his mouth and was about to answer, but unexpectedly, a female voice laughed out loud.

"His sword skills?"

"In terms of comprehensive cooking skills, I admit that I am far inferior to you, and I am easily defeated by you head-on, but in terms of knife skills, I have never been afraid of anyone, even if the other party is a genuine dragon chef!"

"Poof!"

Xia Yu was also amused.

Has this Lei Aoxue really seen the knife technique of the Dragon Kitchen?

The old man's knife skills, he had seen it, it was a painting.

Lei Aoxue's knife skills also have a sense of meaning, which is true, but her canvas is occupied by lotus flowers, and other materials are invisible, and there are no bright spots, which is not in line with Xia Yu's cooking concept at all.

You know, the old man's 'Kindness Knife Technique', the chicken with countless knives in his body still dancing and dancing gracefully, is not the soul of the picture scroll?

That's the essential difference!

"What are you laughing at?!" The sensitive and fragile string in Lei Aoxue's heart was repeatedly teased, tsk, and the surging anger was afraid that it would overflow and go away.

Xia Yu didn't bird her.

Patting Liu Ying's head, his palm rubbed casually on the soft hair on the top of her head, Xia Yu felt that his eldest disciple was very necessary to inherit his cooking philosophy, and he couldn't be abducted by Lei Aoxue's 'Knife Lotus Flower' and embarked on an evil path without looking back, so he looked at Liu Ying's big eyes and smiled: "My knife skills are not as good as Lei Aoxue, but I have my own style, Sakura, you should like it!"

"I promise!"

Winked at Liu Ying.

After speaking, he stood in front of the kitchen counter, which was the chef's position.

Scanned the remnants of the kitchen counter.

"Well, it's enough to make a 'Xia's Thousand Island Silk Banana'!"

Swish!

It comes up and pours all-purpose flour.

All-purpose flour is the common flour that you come into contact with in daily life, and is suitable for making Chinese dim sum, such as noodles, buns and dumplings.

Xia Yu is not a little white in the pastry, first adjust the batter, wash a small basin, fill it with flour, put more lemon juice, and then Xia Yu faces the sink, twists the faucet, and washes his hands seriously.

His serious side face gives people an inexplicable sense of piety, and he has a chef's temperament.

After washing several times until he confirmed that there was no dirt in the nails and his hands were delicate and white like works of art, Xia Yu took the paper towel, blotted up the water on his hands, discarded the chopsticks and other stirring tools, and inserted his hands directly into the basin, and smashed the flour and lemon juice inside.

The movements are extremely gentle.

Even, Xia Yu closed his eyes slightly, his face was enjoyment, he was capturing the process of flour and lemon juice gradually condensing and changing between the movements of his palms.

Without the need for vision, the "skin" of his hands has become his fine observation instrument.

In the head, the dusty flour gradually turns into a pasty liquid in the basin.

"Tick ......"

Wonderful sound.

A drop of lemon juice with a refreshing original flavor seemed to be dripping in the depths of the spirit, Xia Yu shivered, and a touch of red tide quietly appeared on the side of his face.

"Hmph, so it's a mystery!"

Lei Aoxue didn't understand Xia Yu's practice of replacing mixing tools with her hands, although it was made by hand, and the chef had more room for operation, she didn't think that kneading and kneading the flour with both hands could make a qualitative change in the quality of the batter. But in fact, those hands are really endowed with "magic", and today Lei Aoxue's three views on cooking skills are destined to be impacted.

"Mr. Xia...... It seems to be very focused and enjoyed!" Liu Ying noticed Xia Yu's expression, and was stunned, her eyes were full of her master's figure.

It takes two or three minutes to adjust the batter.

Then, it was to knead the dough, Xia Yu still used his hands, bang bang, there was only a white dough the size of a bowl on the board, as if he was regarded as a toy similar to plasticine, those hands were very naughty and weird, ** out of a lot of strange shapes.

From beginning to end, Xia Yu had a slightly playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and his childlike innocence was still there.

Playful.

Still want to keep playing?

From the perspective of a bystander, Xia Yu seems to be manipulating toys instead of cooking, and his cooking style is very free and uninhibited, so the atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly becomes relaxed, Liu Ying and Liu Mu are affected by the rhythm of his hands, and there are quiet smiles on their faces.

Lei Aoxue's tense facial lines have a tendency to uncontrollably ease.

"What a strange pair of hands!"

Turning his head and no longer looking at the hands, the corners of Lei Aoxue's mouth barely maintained the cold arc just now.

The fire in my heart and mind will disappear completely.

Knock knock!

And the heartbeat is abnormally fast.

Looking sideways with his eyes, he observed that Xia Yu had finished kneading the dough, took a rolling pin, pressed the dough into a sheet of dough, and then held the knife in his right hand...... Seeing this, Lei Aoxue's heartstrings tightened, "Knife skills! His knife skills are weak, there is nothing wrong with this, it is the conclusion I came from repeatedly watching his past cooking videos!"

Hmmm-

The sword flashed away.

More silent, softer than hers.

The wisps of face were scattered, but Lei Aoxue's face suddenly turned pale, "No, no!"

In the field of vision, there is obviously a terrifying edge flashing wildly, but the eyes do not feel stinging, and the mood will not feel the oppression of facing sharp weapons.

Relaxed.

A gentle knife.

With such a knife technique, I'm afraid that if it is against my neck, it will be difficult for me to raise a disobedient heart, right?

A sentence suddenly came out from the bottom of his heart, and suddenly, Lei Aoxue was covered in a cold sweat.

That's right.

Xia Yu is cooking the third course of 'Thousand Island Noodles and Silk Bananas'.

The recipe process has hardly changed, except that the batter and dough are handled more carefully and gently.

Oh, by the way, when peeling and chopping tomatoes and cutting off the head and tail of bananas, the knife skills also have a small appearance, but the time is too short, far less than as long as Xia Yu cut thousands of silk noodles just now.

About 10 minutes later, Xia Yu used chopsticks to pinch out golden "dim sum" from the boiling oil pot, stacked them on the plate, sprinkled with Thousand Island sauce and lemon zest, and his cooking was finished.

"Let's eat and see what's the difference!" Xia Yu said with a smile on the table.

Liu Ying, Liu Feng, and Liu's mother immediately surrounded them.

"No! not at all!"

A slightly shrill voice shouted.

Lei Aoxue looked at the young man's gaze in disbelief.

The face is hot.

She is a master of swordsmanship, how can she not see that Xia Yu's sword skills are compared with him in the past, as if she has been reborn, and has her own style and atmosphere.

Thinking that she had a firm idea that this guy's knife skills were sparse, and she also commented on it, Lei Aoxue was so ashamed that she was so ashamed to find a crack in the ground to drill down.

However, the shame was extreme, Lei Aoxue became even more angry, and her delicate body trembled, "Your sword skills are obviously so good, why haven't you shown it?"

Xia Yu was amused.

"Because, knife skills have never been the strongest in my place, and I have more suitable cooking skills for heat and seasoning. Shrugged in reply.

“…… You, you!"

Lei Aoxue was speechless.

"And ......" Xia Yu just wanted to say that his knife skills have only changed recently, but Liu Ying pulled his sleeve, drooling at the corners of his mouth, and pointed to the freshly baked crispy banana on the table, "Mr. Xia, I want to eat!"

"Then eat, you're welcome!"

patting Liu Ying's head, Xia Yu himself picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a steaming fried banana, and was about to send it to his mouth, but Lei Aoxue, who was present in the corner of his eye, stared at him tightly.

Staring –

An inexplicable gaze that is amusing.

"You want to eat too, come on, come on!"

Take a few steps forward.

"No, no food!"

The long-legged women stepped back, their faces flustered.

"You're welcome!"

Lei Aoxue was forced into a corner, and her body was tightly pressed against the cupboard.

A pair of chopsticks stretched straight out to her moist lips, topped by long, thick golden crispy bananas.

"Don't resist anymore, I said before, my sword skills are not the same path as you, or the concept is fundamentally different, you will know if you eat!" The young man's eyes blinked, and he smiled mysteriously, "Do you want to see my sword skill world?"

"You're going to be treated!"

The shape of his lips changed as he spoke, and when he said "enjoy", Xia Yu had another little demon with a fork spear in his heart, and he let out a mischievous laugh-

That's femdom!