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 deep blue clear soup, mainly made from "garlic chicken" and "blue star algae", the color of the soup is strange, but it also just sets off the unusual ingredients.

What do you mean?

Xia Yuzhi frowned.

It took him about an hour to make the soup base for the ramen, and when he turned around to knead the soba noodles, he was forcibly stopped by the old man and had such an argument.

"If you only have this level of research on the recipe of "Demon King Ramen", it will disappoint me!" the old man crossed his arms and criticized mercilessly, "I don't need to taste the finished product to be able to conclude that your work is not qualified in my case!"

Xia Yu's forehead was bruised.

"You haven't eaten yet, and you dare to say that you are not qualified?!" Xia Yu was very unhappy.

"Moreover, you say that I am proud of my sword skills, and I can understand that you are mocking my sword skills, old man?"

An old and a young, their eyes collided in mid-air, and they did not back down from each other.

"Not convinced, aren't you?"

"That's for sure, I hate the king of the mouth the most!"

"Do you want a detailed review......?"

Here, Xia Yu waved his hand, looked directly at the old man's coffin face, and his eyes were sharp, "Don't make comments on your mouth!" I heard the commander say that the recipe for "Demon King 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, "This is a challenge, right?"

Xia Yu bowed, "Of course!"

His eyes were about to move, and the anger on his face suddenly converged cleanly, "Old man, you have to let me understand how much gap there is between me and the Dragon Realm now, right?"

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

The tense quarrel in the kitchen suddenly disappeared as if it had never happened, and the old and the young cast playful glances at each other, each with their own little abacus in their hearts.

Lan Fengxian was at the door, dumbfounded.

What about tearing?

It's just a lot of thunder and a little rain, and the way this pair of grandparents get along is incomprehensible.

"Brother Xia!"

The shouting at the door made Xia Qing and Xia Yu turn their heads, in fact, they had already noticed that there were outsiders at the door.

"Lan Fengxian?"

Xia Qing frowned, calling him by his name, obviously not very interested in this person.

"Brother Xia, it's been a long time!"

Lan Fengxian was tactful, calling Xia Qing by his name, without showing the slightest abnormality, and laughing: "This is idle, I have come to pay your greetings, Brother Xia should not be stupid and troublesome." ”

A foolish brother claimed to be distracted.

In terms of age, Lan Fengxian is a big circle older, haven't you heard Lan Chuhan, who is the same generation as Zhu Qing, call him grandpa, an old monster who is alive and well.

"Sit-"

However, Xia Qing's greeting was cold, he pointed to the stool he was sitting on, put on an apron, and walked to the kitchen counter.

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

Xia Yu pouted.

Syllable!

A thawed and intact "garlic chicken" was thrown on the cutting board by the old guy.

The thin and sharp blade was aimed at the backbone of the chicken, hanging but not falling, Xia Qing suddenly said in a deep voice: "Sage Kong once said - if you don't cut it properly, you won't eat it!"

"The so-called cutting and cutting, the decomposition of ingredients, everywhere reflects the knife skills. ”

As soon as the words turned, Xia Qing asked, "Cutting chickens is very simple, isn't it?"

Xia Yu nodded.

Scold!

Seeing his grandson's response, the old man pouted with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, and the head of the chicken was removed, and then the whole chicken was cut from the middle line, and it was divided 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 whole meat wing was separated.

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

"And then?" he turned to look at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu frowned and said puzzledly: "Old man, what you use are all ordinary chicken cutting skills, I also cut it like this just now, is there a problem?"

The old man's face sank, "Do you think that only cutting sashimi can easily show knife skills?"

He turned around, the blade in his hand rising and falling.

Bang Bang Bang!

In the blink of an eye, the flesh of the chicken is getting smaller and turning into pieces of chicken of equal size.

The sharpness of the knife and the old man's knife skills are undoubted, Xia Yu's eyebrows jumped, and in his field of vision, the pieces of meat spread on the cutting board were exquisite, and they looked good when placed together, with an indescribable temperament.

What's the difference?

Xia Yu bit his fingers, tangled, and moved back and forth with his eyes on the cutting board and the steamer.

The eyes moved to the steamer that was still steaming, and the chicken pieces in the soup were the same as those cut out by the old man.

Obviously, in terms of the scale of the size of the meat piece, Xia Yu and the old man are indistinguishable.

From another point of view, "knife skills" are to break down ingredients and make them smaller, and size is undoubtedly the key!

Ergonomically speaking, the most suitable size for general food is "one bite"!

Therefore, if someone takes a ruler to measure the size of the chicken chopped by the old man and Xia Yu, they can find an amazing digital password-

One inch, 3.5 cm.

"Brother Xia, your sword skills make the foolish brother ashamed!"

Lan Fengxian opened his mouth here.

Seeing that the kitchen fell silent, he lost no time in bubbling to show his presence, and then he said to Xia Yu: "Knife skill, simply put, is to cut off the organization of the ingredients, so in order to maximize the freshness of the ingredients, you should avoid destroying the texture of the ingredients when you go under the knife." ”

"Destruction, completeness. ”

"In addition to the influence of knives, the gap between famous knife skills is reflected in the cutting and cutting technology. ”

Lan Fengxian said.

The old man's face was calm, and he put the sliced chicken neatly into the steamer.

Ingredients, there are chicken, blue-green algae, and other accessories.

An hour later, another steamer chicken soup was served on the table, and Xia Qing pointed to the two chicken soups on the table, "Let's eat!"

Xia Yu struggled for an hour.

What's the mystery of chopping chickens?

He just turned on the super vision, and he didn't feel that there was a lot of technical content, "Damn, I don't believe it, everyone is chopping chicken, and cooking chicken soup with exactly the same ingredients, why am I not as good as the old man?"

With this spirit of not admitting defeat, Xia Yu took two spoons, first ate a spoonful of his own, and then tasted the old man's chicken soup.

Well?

What's going on!

The soup is imported, not to mention other tastes, Xia Yu pays close attention to the deliciousness of the chicken on his tongue.

"Boom!"

A fortress of the coastline that breaks the tongue like a stormy wave.

"In terms of chicken soup alone, it's better than mine...... It's a cut stronger, why is the gap so obvious?" Xia Yu took a deep breath, barely maintained a trace of calm, changed his chopsticks, and went to pick up the chicken in the old man's steamer.

The teeth are bitten, the fleshy fibers are broken one by one, like the sound of a bowstring, and the ears hear beautiful music.

The elasticity of the meat, the texture of the meat, make the scalp tingle.

Oh, my God...... Is this still chicken?

Xia Yu seemed to see a monk with a knife, this monk was kind and kind-eyed, chanted the Buddha's name, and waved the knife at the smooth chicken on the chopping board.

Bang Bang Bang!

There was not a trace of blood, but the light of the Buddha bloomed.

Faintly, the figure of the chicken appeared on the chopping board, and the sound of crowing was heard, high-pitched and joyful, without a trace of pain.

Xia Yu's heart shook.

It's, it's an indescribable sword of kindness!