The boy has his back to the camera, concentrating on the ingredients.

Minced pork.

The yellow catfish scraped the scales, removed the internal organs, and then the boy changed from the knife holder to a famous blade that specializes in handling fresh fish, and easily removed a whole section of the fish keel.

The blade flashed again, and two petals of tender fish meat spread out on the table.

The hand with which the boy held the knife, and even the force with which he lowered the knife, was extremely gentle.

Just like in a high-end Japanese restaurant, the Japanese food master behind the counter has a strict expression, and the thin and light sashimi is piled up like snow under the knife, and the camera is zoomed in on one of them, and the screen is slender and white, which is amazing.

Seeing this, Wei Zhong's pupils shrank, "This kind of knife technique ......"

There is a shadow of a fish in the field of vision, breaking through the waves.

From one small clue one can see what is coming.

Even after watching this cooking video two days after recording through the screen, Wei Zhong was still shocked by the young man's low-key but delicate knife style.

Ten fingers are trembling!

Wei Zhong inhaled deeply and his expression was complicated, "Why does he have sword skills...... By the way, it's the blessing of the "Hand of God"!"

It is the cooking skills that further enhance the boy's ability to manipulate his limbs, especially his hands.

But......

This is a knife technique that seems to be wrapped in the will of the ingredients, is it just because of the blessing of the "hand of God"? Wei Zhong has a veto in his heart, no, it's not like this, at least he has the hand of a god with half a gold frame, and in terms of knife skills, he is not as good as the young man in the camera!

Huang He was beside him, and his expression was also extremely exciting.

The index finger was electrocuted, and there were bursts of twitching.

The close-up of the fish fillet in the picture is delicate, and the flat texture of the meat is natural, as if the fish meat is like this, but after cutting, the original appearance of the ingredients is presented in front of the diners and the mouth feels the original taste......

Yes.

It was as if a live fish had pierced the mouth, and the fish juice filled the head, and the yellow crane's arm hanging by his side trembled even more.

He knew in his heart that this was the "hand of God" sensing each other.

Or rather, it is the "hand of God" that is pulled by the darkness and swaying excitedly. Pendulum, pendulum.

"His knife skills...... Strong!"

Strong is just one word.

Huang He couldn't help but comment, and quickly glanced at Wei Zhong, who was staring at Wei Zhong who was watching TV with straight eyes, and had a thought in his heart, fortunately, it was a duel of pastries, and that Xia Demon King couldn't show his sword skills very well on the pastry halberd, otherwise his lover would definitely be blown into scum in terms of knife skills.

At least, Huang He, who was a dragon chef, felt a trace of unspeakable threat, "How can this sword skill feel like Xia Qing's old immortal shadow!"

Television images change.

"Woo-la-......"

If the aura is a mysterious thing, the bottom of the pot seems to be manipulated, sometimes roaring and rising, sometimes like fireworks that the tide quickly retreats, which is enough to explain the nickname of the young man's 'flame magician'.

The rice grains in the pot have turned from white to brilliant yellow in just over ten seconds.

But at this time, the young man suddenly stopped, and the camera swept to the bottles and cans in the corner of the kitchen counter, seeing that the young man put a kind of spice into the wok, and stir-fried it with the rice grains, Wei Zhong's fists clenched tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "This step was modified by him!"

Isn't it reasonable?

No.

On the contrary, the modification is too reasonable, such rice grains and spices are fully fried, the smell is completely melted into the rice grains, and then the fried rice will be crushed, and the quality of the 'steamed meat powder' will soar!

Why didn't Wei Zhong do this?" Huang He glanced at his beloved disciple who was staring straight at him, and sighed inwardly, "In addition to bursting flames, he also controls spices...... Emperor!"

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

After all, most of Wei Zhong's skills are in his hands, that is, the "hands of God". But the Xia Demon King in the show screen has the supreme cooking skills of "Burst Flame" and "Spice Inequality".

It's time to flour the fish, pork, and pumpkin pieces.

The camera zooms in to give a close-up of the young chef's hand movements, and the atmosphere in the ward is completely silent.

First of all, "dip"!

The young man discarded the chopsticks, grabbed a piece of fish meat with his fingers, and smacked it, like grabbing a small rag, and spread it out on the food box on the table.

The food box is covered with Huang Cancan's "steamed pork powder".

These flours are made by frying and crushing rice.

Just as the clouds are falling, the boy's control of "strength" is vividly reflected here, the camera slowly advances, and the side of the fish fillet that comes into contact with the dust, just like the technique represented by the word "dip", falls gently and rises gently.

It doesn't seem to carry a trace of clouds, but when it rises, the side of the fillet is already covered with a light layer of rice noodles.

This layer of rice noodles can be said to be evenly spread, swept away at a glance, regardless of the head and tail are flat, absolutely not because of the accumulation of excess dust, it looks bulging and bloated.

Then, there is the other side of the fillet.

The technique of "dipping" over and over again.

When the evenly powdered fish fillets are rolled into the shape of flowers by the young man's hands and inserted into a porcelain bowl in the shape of a pen holder.

Wei Zhong and Huang He's master and apprentice couldn't help but say: "Dip in the essence of the gods!"

No doubt.

Only when you fully understand the traditional handicraft of the three steaming in Chuyang can you powder a whole plate of fish fillets with such a light attitude.

"Different raw materials, different flouring techniques, whether the techniques are good or bad, will directly affect the taste!" Huang He said, and shook his head with a gloomy face, "I can't find fault with it!"

Yellow Crane has done as much as he can, but still has found nothing.

"'Get out'!"

Wei Zhong suddenly exclaimed.

It's not called Yellow Crane Roll, but it refers to the skillful technique of the boy in the picture, holding pork balls, and rolling over the box of rice noodles.

Get a floured pork ball.

Different from the flour on the fish fillet, in this step, the boy obviously increased his strength, so the pork balls "rolled" a slightly thicker layer of dust, and the crimson color faded a lot.

Then to the pumpkin block, Wei Zhong's expression collapsed at this time, "The essence of the dustpan!"

Boom.

Boom.

The pumpkin pieces that were cut into the right size were thrown up by Xia Yu and fell again.

Every time it falls back into the box, the pumpkin chunks are always dusty.

Breathing, rhythm, and even technique, there is not the slightest disorder, and the sense of the picture is like a pumpkin block, jumping again and again on the swamp of rice noodles, gradually, slowly, and finally swallowed by the swamp.

Pumpkin chunks are filled with fillet.

The meatballs covered with glutinous rice were made into flower cores, and pumpkin pieces were used as mats and set on them.

A line pops up on the TV screen: "...... in about two hours"

As soon as the picture turned, there were steaming steamers on the dining table.

The camera finally showed the young chef's face, and he smiled slightly and reached out to lift the lid of the steamer.

The fog is raging.

A pure white fish flower blooms slowly in the mist.

"Wow-"

On the TV end, in the ward, Wei Zhong's whole body stiffened, and he muttered unconsciously: "It's a kaleidoscope again!"

Click.

The kaleidoscope of pastry turns again.

However, unlike the extremely gorgeous changes given to the kaleidoscope by "Golden Wheat", Wei Zhong only sees four alternating food pictures in this kaleidoscope-

Raging Dragon!

A throne embraced by the melody of spices!

A sword that tears through the sky!

And......

Wei Zhong looked at the golden palm that fell from the sky, the thing that could be called the "Dao Heart" in the depths of his heart and spirit suddenly exploded, he clearly heard the sound of shattering, and couldn't help but scratch his heart, and a feeling of uncomfortable pain and suffocation overwhelmed him:

"Lost!"

"Totally, utterly lost!"

Heat, seasoning, knife skills.

Even on the proud "Hand of God", Wei Zhong found himself to be the ridiculous frog at the bottom of the well.

What does it feel like that your favorite recipe has been perfectly improved by others? Wei Zhong couldn't help but close his trembling eyelids, "My 'Three Steamed Ones' was taken away by him!"

And......

The key he held was called "Perfect"!

Flawless!

Wei Zhong closed his eyes and hung his head deeply, bowing in the air, and then, with a plop, the middle-aged man fell on the hospital bed and fell into a coma.

A chef's heart.

Wei Zhong was lost forever.

"Zhong'er!" Huang He turned his head when he heard the movement, and let out a high-pitched mournful roar.