"Rub rub!" The rhythmic sound of horses' hooves sounded on the cutting board, and Liu Mang held two sharp kitchen knives to chop a large piece of pork leg meat into finely minced meat. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The practice of basic cooking skills every day is the first thing Liu Mang does after getting up, and after three years of persistence, this has become his habit.

The difference is that there is an extra strong man covered in pimples today, who is the foreign friend who wanted to prepare to learn art yesterday - Jeba.

"Uh, do you want to try it?" Seeing Jeba staring at him, Liu Mang put down the kitchen knife in his hand.

"Is it really possible?" said Jebba happily.

He originally thought that Liu Mang was too lazy to take care of him, and what he was willing to teach him yesterday was just a joke.

"Well, have you ever cooked before? Have you ever used a knife?"

"Yes, I can make steak and fish. Jeba picked up the kitchen knife.

"No, the grip of a Chinese kitchen knife is different from that of a steak knife in Western food, and you can't hold it firmly. The center of gravity should be leaned forward, especially when chopping the minced meat, and the natural force of the kitchen knife should be used to chop the ingredients, which can save effort. ”

Liu Mang broke Jeba's thick knuckles, pressed his fingers to the correct position of the handle, and explained.

"Is that so?" Jeba said, holding the kitchen knife, trying to chop it a few times.

"It's still not right! The kitchen knife can't be cut straight, then it's a chop, not a chop. Instead of stiffening your wrists, you need to twist them and throw the knife out. ”

Liu Mang taught Jeba to use a kitchen knife, and suddenly remembered that when he was very young, his grandfather also taught him to use a kitchen knife like this, and an inexplicable sadness surged in his heart.

Time flies, and things are not people.

The naughty boy who resisted learning to cook and only played in the kitchen all day long has grown up. And finally embarked on the road of repairing the kitchen, and even ascended to the throne of the kitchen god.

But if it weren't for the foundation laid for him by his grandfather since he was a child, Liu Mang would definitely have to spend more time and take more detours.

"Boss, I'm done cutting shredded potatoes, I can rest" Five Eyes on the other side is practicing cutting shredded potatoes on the cutting board.

"I'll see. Liu Mang came back to his senses and walked over.

He picked up the shredded potatoes in the basin and looked at it, and his face immediately fell, and it was a scolding to split his head and cover his face.

"Are you a pig? What kind of thing is this cut? Can you call it shredded potatoes? Potato sticks don't deserve it! The thickness is uneven, the length is different! Give me a heavy cut!"

"Boss, I've already cut a basket! my hands are numb, can I rest for a while?" begged Five-Eyes with a bitter face.

Liu Mang usually has a good temper, his tone of speech is also very peaceful, and his personality is always so gentle and elegant, he has never seen him swear.

But there are exceptions, and that is when Five Eyes learned to cook.

Its requirements are so strict and the conditions are so harsh that it seems to have changed a person, and he doesn't give any affection.

"Look at this! You're going to be motivated!"

Liu Mang took out a photo from his pocket, slammed it on the board with a 'snap'.

"Hey, Yang Yan's photo!" Five-Eyes exclaimed in surprise, "Boss, where did you do it?"

"Ruonan helped me find it!" Liu Mang glared at him angrily: "Now you have strength! Look at your bear bag, what are you going to marry someone else?!"

Compared with Jeba, who is casually instructed, Five Eyes is now learning art with him.

For Liu Mang, once you decide to take this path, you must devote yourself wholeheartedly and do not tolerate sloppiness.

Besides, this fat man's talent is not bad, but his personality is too abrasive, a little lazy, and unwilling to endure hardships, so Liu Mang has to urge him from time to time.

"Oh, Mang, is it going to be like this?" Jeba, who was playing with a kitchen knife on the other side, suddenly shouted, "I see! This is like playing a drum!

Jeba finished speaking, and a rhythmic 'poof!' sound rang out on the board.

"Huh, yes! You can understand it so quickly!" Liu Mang walked over, stood on tiptoe, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Of course! I used to be the drummer of the band!" Jebba writhed his big ass as he rhythmically chopped the minced meat.

"Well, if the strength is more even, you have a lot of potential!" Liu Mang praised.

"Of course, I can learn everything quickly, and Chinese cuisine seems to be very simple!" Hearing Liu Mang's praise, Comrade Jeba got a little carried away.

"Simple?" Liu Mang's face turned cold: "Little Wu!

"What's wrong, boss?" Hearing Liu Mang's shout, Wuyan, who just didn't want to cut potatoes anymore, threw down the kitchen knife and ran over.

"You're lying on it. Liu Mang pointed to the long stainless steel desk beside him.

"Boss, what are you going to do?" Wuyan was a little puzzled, but he still lay on his back on the desk as he said.

Liu Mang picked up his five-eyed shirt, revealing his fat belly, and then pulled out a shiny kitchen knife from his toolbox.

"Don't, Boss!" "Five-Eyes screamed in fright.

"Don't be afraid, stay in peace and don't move!" Liu Mang took a peeled potato and put it on Wuyan's belly.

"The biggest difference between Chinese food and Western food is that it attaches more importance to a person's own potential, and only when you use up your own essence can you achieve the realm of forgetting things and self, and the unity of nature and man!"

After Liu Mang finished speaking, he took a deep breath, pressed the potato on the belly of the five eyes, and cut it with the quick knife in his hand.

"Hiss! hiss!"

It was the sound of the sharp blade of a kitchen knife cutting through a potato, almost inaudible.

In Jeba's stunned, slices of potato slices as thin as cicada wings jumped out briskly from under Liu Mang's knife like butterflies piercing flowers.

The potato slices were cut, Liu Mang stroked them lightly with his hand, and stroked them into a neat long slip, and the kitchen knife fell quickly again.

Five eyes stared up at Liu Mang cutting shredded potatoes on his belly, holding his breath, and he didn't dare to gasp.

"Okay, you can take a look. Liu Mang quickly finished cutting it, then grabbed the shredded potatoes and handed them to Jeba.

"Oh my God!"

Jeba looked at the shredded potatoes in his hand, which was as thin as his hair, and then rushed to Goyan's face, stroking his undamaged belly with his hand, and his mouth was almost closed.

"Oh, great Mang! how did you do that!" said Jebba with a look of adoration.

"Without him, only the hands are familiar!" Liu Mang laughed: "It means that after a long period of practice, you can naturally do it!"

"Can I do that too?"

"Of course you can too!" Liu Mang nodded affirmatively: "However, in the eyes of some Chinese chefs, this is still just a small trick, and the real master only needs to rely on his own feelings." ”

"Just by feeling? What does that mean?"

"It's like this!"

Liu Mang took a potato, pulled a clean towel, and wrapped it tightly around his eyes. Then he picked up the kitchen knife and cut it on Goyan's belly again.

"Oh my God!"

Jeba couldn't express his shock and surprise in words, he felt that his knees were a little weak, and he couldn't help but want to bow to Liu Mang.

After cutting the potatoes, Liu Mang ripped off the towel and handed the shredded potatoes in his hand to Jeba's eyes.

It's as thin as a hair, and it's the same undamaged.

"This ...... It's the implicit Tao in Chinese cuisine! You say, it's not simple?"

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ps: It's not like I'm, it's real, some masters can even put the balloon on the chopping board with nails, and then blindfold and chop vegetables on the balloon, there seems to be a video on the Internet, you can find it.

Also, thanks to the reward of the fish roe of the graduate school entrance examination gou and Jiaoer Langdang, the tone of the book will not change, nor will it become a general urban text that purely opens a store to make money and fights, and food and traditional Chinese culture will always be the main theme of the book.