Ding He held the cutter in his hand, put the shredded potatoes on the board, and pressed it with his left hand, this action was very ordinary, no different from ordinary people, and it was slightly clumsy.

"Streamer, it's time to show your real skills!"

"Why do you feel a little stupid?"

"Anchor, let's shoot! Blind their kryptonite eyes!"

"The anchor's kitchen knife is already hungry and thirsty!"

Fans in the live broadcast room watched Ding He's actions and kept making jokes.

Ding He didn't raise his head at this time, ignored the barrage, and devoted himself to the great cause of cutting potatoes. As soon as Ding He moved the knife, did he know if there was one?

I saw that the moment the cutter touched the potato, Ding He's momentum immediately changed, giving people a sense of calm and calm.

"Bang, Bang, Bang......" I saw the rise and fall of the kitchen knife from fast to slow, and every time the cutter cut the potato, it was installed on the board, making a crisp "pop" sound.

Ding He's hand is up and down, the speed is getting faster and faster, from the beginning you can see the blade cutting the potatoes, and then you can only see the knife up and down.

"Wow......" Suddenly an exclamation came from behind, which startled Ding He, and the cutter almost cut his hand.

"Huh......" Ding He took a long breath, put down the cutter, patted his chest and said, "You scared me to death!"

Qian Ling stuck out his little tongue and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, anchor! The main thing is that you are so good at cutting vegetables!"

"Thank you for the compliment, don't be so surprised next time!" Ding He politely thanked and admonished.

Qian Ling nodded obediently and agreed: "I know, anchor, you continue to cut, I'm here, watch quietly!"

"What's so nice in the kitchen, it's all oil smoke for a while!" Ding He shook his head and said with a smile, "It's good to go outside to watch TV and chat, and the meal will be ready later!"

Qian Ling refused with a smile and said, "Don't, I'm here to watch the anchor cook, it's good!"

"Okay, whatever you want!" Ding He agreed, ignored Qian Ling, and began to continue cutting potatoes.

After a while, the four potatoes turned into a pile of shredded potatoes under Ding He's quick swing of the knife. Ding He shoveled up the shredded potatoes with a knife and put them on a plate on the side.

"No, you...... It's so shocking, why are you so good?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the shredded potatoes are so thin!"

"Confess, you're a cook, aren't you?"

"There is no one else in this knife work, cut so finely, so evenly, with a capital letter!"

When shoveling shredded potatoes, they floated in front of the mobile phone camera, and the old irons in the live broadcast room were stunned, and the barrage gifts kept floating on the screen.

"Lao Tie, what else do you want to see? I remember someone just said that they wanted to see meat cutting, right?" Ding He finally had time to raise his head after cutting shredded potatoes and take care of the fans in the live broadcast room.

"I'm convinced, anchor, you can cut whatever you want!"

"I, Zhao Ritian, don't accept it, so I'll cut the meat, and I'll watch you cut it!"

"Anchor idol, I love you! I want to have a monkey with you!"

"Alas, I'm deeply shocked! I'm heartbroken, Lao Tie! Compared with the anchor, I'm a scumbag!"

Most of the old irons in the live broadcast room were hit by Ding He, they are all men, and they are all nine-year compulsory education, why are you so good.

Ding He was not only incomforted at this time, but the injured hearts of the old irons stabbed him again, and said with a smile: "It's okay, old irons, it's nothing......! You'll get used to it!"

"Anchor, it's heart-piercing!"

"Send you a motorcycle, please go as far as you want, give me as far as you want!"

"Little brother of the anchor, so domineering, more than heart!"

"In terms of cheekiness, I won't accept anyone, I'll obey you, anchor!"

The veterans in the live broadcast room felt that they had received 10,000 critical blows, and they were deeply hit by the anchor's shamelessness.

Ding He looked at the live broadcast room, there was a wailing and complaining, looking at the slightly increasing negative emotional value, and he didn't speak in his heart.

From the refrigerator, I took out the meat I had bought. Two palm-sized pieces of pork belly with skin, layers of fat and thin, look very fresh.

Ding He took down the meat cleaver from the knife holder, also called a slice knife. Clean up the board and prepare to start cutting the meat, these two pieces of pork belly must be made into braised pork.

But Qian Ling didn't know, and asked stupidly: "Anchor, what is this meat going to do?"

Ding He turned around and said: "This pork belly is fat and thin, it is the most suitable for making pork belly, today I will show you a hand and make a hometown taste of Sichuan-style braised pork!"

"The anchor is so amazing!" Qian Ling looked like a little fan girl, clapping her hands and praising her.

"I'm not convinced, I've decided, I'm going to learn to cook!"

"Let's go together, I'm going to learn how to cook too!"

"Looking at the girl's adoring eyes, I have a decision in my heart, Lan Xiang and New Oriental are waiting for me!"

"It turns out that I can cook, and I can have a flirting skill bonus, and I got it!"

Qian Ling appeared at this time, and in the screen of the live broadcast room, the old irons looked at such a cute girl, looked at Ding He with admiration, and they were all ready to learn cooking hard.

Ding He didn't look at the screen, but lowered his head and concentrated on cutting meat, Ding He's movements this time were quite slow, not as fast as cutting potatoes.

"It seems that cutting meat really shows knife work!"

"Why is the anchor so slow?

"Little brother of the anchor, he looks attentive, so handsome, more than heart!"

"If the anchor puts on a chef's uniform, it feels like he is on a food show. ”

Fans in the live broadcast room watched, Ding He's slowed down movements, and he kept sending barrages.

The knife in Ding He's hand seemed to be very heavy, making Ding He unable to move quickly. But after a while, the live broadcast room fell into a deathly silence.

I saw that Ding He finished cutting the first piece, a palm-sized piece of pork belly, and at this time everyone found that Ding He's cut pork belly pieces, each piece was almost the same size, and it was neatly stacked, like a good mahjong card.

Although Ding He's movements were slow, the two pieces of meat were quickly cut out. At this time, he raised his head and said to the live broadcast room: "Everyone came to the live broadcast room today, and the anchor was very moved, so he decided to make a Sichuan-style pork belly and show it to everyone!

"Anchor, have you eaten too much shrimp?"

"Identified!Anchor, you're not artificial leather, you're real leather!"

"Anchor, you're going to have no friends like this!"

"I have an MMP, I don't know if to say it?"

Hearing Ding He's words, the fans in the live broadcast room exploded instantly, and they were very sad that they didn't win the lottery, Ding He was still teasing everyone here, everyone was defeated by Ding He, and they all barrage vented their dissatisfaction!

"Haha...... Don't make a fuss!" Ding He looked at the barrage, laughed for a while, and continued, "Today, the anchor will send benefits and hand it over to everyone to make a dish, it's very simple!