Liu Mang walked to the table and gently pinched the piece of clean meat that Shi Gu Heng had just removed the bones and left. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You say, can this Chinese do it?" asked a man in the hall toward his companion.

"How is it possible? How old is this Chinese? How old is Shi Gu Heng? There is a difference of several decades in the middle! Do you think these decades of experience and practice can be made up for by talent?"

"Well, what you say makes sense!" The man nodded: "Now it's a knife skill, it doesn't have much skill, it can only reach the peak by relying on years of practice." If Liu Mang can win, then hell!"

"It's not seen either!" Another person next to him couldn't help but retort: "Liu Mang is the god of Chinese cooking! It is a title won by winning a game! Without a little water, can such a person be weak?"

Chinese cuisine is not as famous as Southeast Asian cuisine in the world, and this culinary god is already very debatable. ”

"Hey......" Hearing this, the person who was optimistic about Liu Mang shook his head helplessly, and he didn't bother to argue.

Liu Mang wiped off the moisture from the fish with a clean towel, then took a sharp kitchen knife from the table and put it in his hand.

Unlike the Dongying cooking knife used by Shi Gu Heng, Liu Mang still prefers the traditional Chinese kitchen knife that is more square and square, thinking that it is more convenient.

"Well, this net meat is 15 centimeters long, half a centimeter shorter than Shi Gu Heng's just now, and you have to cut a few more knives when you see it. Under the gaze of Liu Mang's eyes, the texture and length of this fish meat seemed to be placed under a magnifying glass, and it was clear at a glance.

"Cut, what are you still grinding, can't you be afraid?" The people around saw Liu Mang observing the fish on the cutting board, thinking that he didn't dare to do it, and they all made a noise.

"Haha, Chinese boy, hand over the secret recipe of 'clear juice', you don't deserve to have the things in our Dongying cooking world!"

"Come back in a few years, you're too young, I've never heard of anyone who can become a master chef before the age of 40!"

……

Liu Mang ignored these ridicules and doubts, he clenched the kitchen knife in his hand, and gently exhaled a mouthful of turbidity, his mind was empty.

"The ultimate of Chinese sword technique, how can you island people experience it!"

After a cold snort, the kitchen knife in his hand quickly cut down.

"What is he doing here?" said one of the spectators, their eyes wide.

"So fast! Is this Chinese cutting fish? Why can't I see his movements clearly?"

"It's strange that he can win like this!" commented an older man.

Although Shi Gu Heng cut the fish fillet very quickly just now, he could still make people see his movements clearly, but now the speed of Liu Mang's knife is completely invisible.

I saw his right wrist shaking at high speed, and a dense 'hissing' sound came from the cutting board.

"That's it!

Fifteen seconds! Fifteen seconds at most! Liu Mang was done! The action was so fast that many people on the scene had not yet reacted.

"What's the matter? That's it?" one of the onlookers rubbed his eyes.

"Can you win with such a fillet? It's like a blind chop!"

Ishitani Heng's eyes narrowed, unlike the people around him, he certainly saw that the fish meat on the cutting board had been divided into thin fillets.

"Impossible! He is so young, it is impossible to practice such a knife technique, and the number of pieces he cuts is definitely not as many as mine!" Shi Gu Heng secretly cheered himself up.

"Master, please check my work!" Liu Mang picked up a handkerchief and wiped his hands, and said with a smile.

The appearance of the fish on the cutting board looks intact, as if it has not been touched at all.

Shi Gu Heng stepped forward, picked up a pair of chopsticks and gently picked them up on the fish segment, and his hands shook uncontrollably: "This ...... It's ......"

A piece of fish fillet as thin as paper was picked on the tip of the chopsticks, Shi Gu Heng came to his eyes, looked at it carefully, and sighed quietly: "Chinese cuisine, it really deserves its reputation! Liu Mangjun, I lost!"

"Wow!" As soon as Ishitani Heng's words came out, the entire hall boiled.

"I heard you right! Mr. Ishiya actually conceded defeat!"

"How did you do that? How did you throw in the towel before you even started counting the number of fillets?"

"What happened? What did that Chinese do? And won so easily?"

……

Shi Gu Heng ignored these people, he silently put away his knife, and then gently put the "Suiyuan Food List" on the board in front of Liu Mang, and left without looking back.

"Okay, let's sign up, who else is going to challenge?" Liu Mang patted the book in his palm and asked.

"I don't accept it, Mr. Liu Mang, how can this be considered a win?" a challenger in the hall shouted.

"Yes, you must have used some shady means, why did Mr. Ishitani leave without saying a word?

"That's right, Mr. Ishitani must have something unspeakable, we ask for the fish to be counted before deciding the winner!"

"It's funny! Are you challenging or is he challenging it? The old man himself has conceded defeat, and you still call a hammer!"

"It's not fair! Ishitani Heng represents the honor of the Dongying culinary world, and as peers, it is necessary for us to seek a just result!"

"That's right, count the fish fillets you cut once, and if you lose, quickly teach the secret recipe of 'clear juice'!"

"Liu Mangjun, look!" Ida Jiro was busy translating everyone's words, sweating profusely.

"Oh, are you unwilling to lose, do you want a fair result?" Liu Mang sneered: "Okay, I'll give you a result, let you see what the real sword technique should look like!"

Liu Mang picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish fillet from the fish segment again, and then opened the book "Suiyuan Food List" and gently covered the fish fillet on one of the texts.

"Do you see clearly, do you know where you lost?"

"Hiss!" was the sound of gasps all around, and the entire hall instantly became silent.

The text on the book, which is only the size of a mung bean, is still clearly visible after being covered with the fish fillet that Liu Mang cut, as if it were covered with a piece of clear glass.

What is thin as cicada wings? This is thin as cicada wings!

Everyone only now understands why Shi Gu Heng didn't even bother to count the fish fillets cut out by Liu Mang, so he turned his head and left. Because the gap is so obvious!

"Little Five, count the fish fillets and let them be convinced!"

"Okay!" Five-Eyed happily picked up the fish segments with chopsticks and counted them one by one.

Two hundred, two hundred and forty-six, three hundred, three hundred and forty-six, five hundred, five hundred and seventy-eight!

"Do you see clearly? a total of five hundred and seventy-eight pieces!" Five Eyes raised his chopsticks and beamed proudly: "Tremble! mortals!"