What is he—what is he?

Zhu Qing shouted questions for the old man, Lan Chuhan, and Lan Fengxian.

Xia Yu did not cut the chicken, but found a piece of chicken butt meat that had been intercepted and discarded before, and placed it on the cutting board, his eyes were sharp, and the thin and light flaky kitchen knife in his hand shook off the Milky Way.

Filaments of chicken meat fly like wisps.

After about seven or eight seconds, he exhaled, Xia Yu's stormy knife suddenly retracted, and the whole person turned from movement to stillness, standing in front of the kitchen counter, staring at the filaments spread out in front of him.

"It's really different......"

Xia Yu was surprised, and the palm that held the handle of the knife loosened and tightened.

Out of experience, he felt that he should try knives before he officially started, after all, who knows if improving the "God's Hand" by a large percentage will have some kind of unpredictable effect on his cooking process.

Really.

After trying the knife, Xia Yu's heart was shocked and surprised, only he understands.

"The control of muscles and strength has risen a big step!"

He thought incredulously.

So, with a slight stiffness, he twisted a piece from the pile of chicken fiber shredded meat on the cutting board and sent it into his mouth.

Teeth bite gently.

Boom!

It's like a tense rubber band, suddenly broken, and the mouth trembles.

"Wonderful!"

"That's the way it is!"

Xia Yu added in his heart: the ingredients are in the best state.

Why is it that the muscles and strength control are improved, and the ingredients cut with the same knife are in a completely different state?

This is the deep mystery of "knife skills" -

Force!

This force is muscle, it is strength, and it is also an indescribable skill.

Just now, the old man was trying to use words to grant Sun Tzu the secret of power, his 'good knife technique' is actually not a mystical skill, but through the skill of force, the use of force, so that the knife falls when the food is cut and cut without destruction.

In other words, the "Hand of God" allowed Xia Yu to quietly touch the deep core of the 'Kindness Sword Technique'.

The mouth is open!

"I see......"

Xia Yu held the knife, his eyes sometimes flashing, sometimes sharp.

"The Hand of God has improved my strength and micro-manipulation skills, affected my sword skill realm, and buffed the state of the ingredients...... This is an indirect improvement, and the medium is my hand and knife skills!"

Talking to himself.

"Indirect lifting is one thing. ”

"Besides, isn't the most terrifying thing about the Hand of God being directly touching and changing the state of the ingredients?"

Seeing Xia Yu with his back to them, chattering alone in the gods, Zhu Qing got up and was about to ask, but was stopped by the old man raising his hand.

"Don't disturb him!"

The old man's tone was aggravated, and his face was serious.

Zhu Qing was stunned for a moment.

"Shh

Lan Fengxian also restrained his smile, with a solemn look on his face.

Even, his eyes were slightly surprised.

"Boom......"

The sword light that Xia Yu shook out in a few seconds before was still in his mind, and he played it back repeatedly.

At this time, in the kitchen, it was Xia Qing and he could understand.

If the momentum of the knife was only sharp and rough in the details at first, then after just three or four seconds, these details of the knife skills, which seemed to the two dragon chefs to be rough, immediately disappeared without a trace!

Then, the momentum of the knife became more and more rounded, and the whole looked like a round of water splashing into the dripping and rotating disc, seamless and flawless!

The more Lan Fengxian thought about it, the more terrified he became, "This Xia Demon King's sword skills, compared to half an hour ago, are not alone at all!"

"What's going on?!"

He couldn't figure it out, and Xia Qing couldn't understand it.

"Half an hour ago, his sword skills were more than sharp, just like a small routine of the rivers and lakes, relying on sharp energy, there are many loopholes in the details of the moves, but now ......"

Xia Qing said in a low voice.

"Now, it's a master of refining his moves that have been polished well!"

At this time, a voice came from the direction of the kitchen counter:

"Ah, there are no ingredients, can Aunt Qing come to the warehouse and help me bring a chicken?"

"By the way, there are also ingredients for the recipe, so I will bring another set too. ”

Zhu Qing was a little confused, "What?"

"I'll go. ”

The old man stared deeply at his grandson's back, turned around, and when he came back in a few minutes, he put a basket of ingredients on the kitchen counter, "All the ingredients are here." ”

"Thanks, old man!"

Xia Yu hurriedly took out the ingredients.

First of all, there is a whole smooth chicken, "garlic chicken".

Placing the chicken on the washed cutting board, Xia Yu came to the sink, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands carefully and repeatedly until his ten fingers flashed with water.

Syllable!

Seeing Xia Yu's hands gently landing on the body of the chicken, for some reason, Xia Qing and Lan Fengxian's temples bulged at the same time, and they had a strange premonition.

"Here we go—"

Xia Yu was silent in his own world, and the expression on his face became subtle.

Just follow the intuition of the "hand of God" in your mind and take action.

Stroke gently.

The fair-skinned and delicate ten fingers touched the whole body, cough, of course, it was the whole body of the chicken.

Then, there is a small kneading.

Seeing Xia Yu deliberately slowing down, a set of ingredients with a gentle painting style to massage and health care, Zhu Qing, who was close to Xia Yu on weekdays, also secretly shouted that he couldn't stand the bird, and his face flushed with shame, "What is Ah Yu doing!"

"There's no need to do this with the ingredients......

There was a subtle sourness in the words.

Zhu Qing's subtext is clearly that this is too evil, and then, let me bear all this.

Lan Chuhan also saw the waves in his eyes.

Xia Qing and Lan Fengxian saw a familiar shadow and looked at each other in confusion.

"It's not ......"

"That's it!"

A complete set of ingredients massage that lasts approximately 5 minutes.

Bite.

The system woke up Xia Yu, who was immersed in it: "The Hand of God has finished processing the ingredients. ”

"Uh, that's okay?"

Xia Yu shook his head, his eyes were clear, and he withdrew his hand to observe the chicken on the cutting board.

With only the naked eye, no changes can be seen.

It's still the chicken with plucked hair and a whole body that is slick.

Skin or something, no change.

"What about seeing with the eye of dialysis, or hypervision?" Thinking about it, Xia Yu triggered the skill, his gaze swept over, and his pupils constricted.

Half a day.

Xia Yufang digests the effect of the "Hand of God" on fleshy fibrous tissue.

"Is this a massage technique to relax the food tissue?"

Hesitated for a moment, "Let's go under the knife and try to cut it!"

Take the knife again, snort.

The chicken was cut in two, Xia Yu stared straight at the fleshy fibrous tissue of the section, couldn't help but inhale, as far as the vision could see, smooth and delicate, the section of the meat did not see the slightest messy small meat shreds, delicate as a work of art.

It's so beautiful!

He couldn't believe it, it was cut out by himself.

Then, Xia Yu puffed up, without pausing, and held the knife to cut the whole chicken into pieces.

Put the ingredients in the pot and mix the ingredients.

Close the lid.

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, smoke came out of the chimney of Xia's old house.

An hour later.

"That's it!"

Xia Yu lifted the lid and brought the second steamed pot chicken soup this morning to the table.

"Let's try it—"

The hot pot was placed on the bamboo mat, Xia Yu smiled and lifted the lid, and several pairs of eyes stared at the clear soup in the pot for a moment.

Zhu Qing opened his mouth, "Ah Yu, you ...... just now"

"Aunt Qing, don't talk yet, taste this chicken soup for me, and see what's the difference. Xia Yu personally held the soup spoon and filled a bowl for Zhu Qing.

"Can I try it?"

Lan Chuhan suddenly spoke, and his talking eyes were clearly written with expectations.

"Yes, those who see it have a share!"

Xia Yu put more bowls on the table.

As for the old man, he didn't need Xia Yu to serve the soup, he just slapped a spoonful and put it in his mouth.