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Except for the cow's head, the flesh and skin on its body have been separated into thousands of pieces.

"Help me get a couple of big pots for beef and bones."

Old Yehe unceremoniously ordered the dumbfounded servant next to him.

When the blood was about to run out, taking advantage of the residual warmth on the beef, Lao Yehe reached out and lifted the corner of the cowhide gently, and each piece of beef was picked up from the torso of the fat cow from end to end, leaving only a skeleton with no muscles and flesh there.

On the inside of the skeleton, the internal organs are intact, and not even a single knife mark can be seen.

"Where the hand touches, where the shoulder leans, where the foot walks, where the knee moves, it is natural, and the knife is played, and it is not the alto. The dance of "Mulberry Forest" is the meeting of the "Sutra Head". Someone saw this and chanted a fragment of Ku Ding dissolving the cow.

"Ye He's skill is more powerful than that of Ku Ding in the pre-Qin period, you see where his cold knife passes, the flesh is broken, the dirt is collected, and the score is not bad, this is the so-called, Ku Ding solves the cow method!" Someone exclaimed.

After listening to everyone's admiration, Lao Yehe's heart began to fly.

"Whether a dish is good or not depends on the freshness of the ingredients, especially when making meat dishes, we must pay attention to the freshness of the food! When the live cattle are killed, and when the blood flows to seven or eight minutes, they are immediately soaked in water, and the meat is the most tender at this time. Within half an hour after slaughtering, the beef must be removed from the pot and the taste is the most delicious at this time, otherwise more than one point, the beef will lose one point of deliciousness. Old Ye He was showing off his skills while helping Ye He Zhiming deal with the beef.

They threw all the cut pieces into a large basin of water and stirred them with wooden sticks the size of an arm. A few minutes later, Ye Zhiming scooped up a piece of washed beef and put it on the cutting board.

"Smack!" Smack------"

Ye Hezhiming's hand raised and fell, cut horizontally and vertically, between the knife and the knife, a piece of beef slices as thin as cicada wings, a trace of red-like beef shredded beef flew in the air, fell, not long after, in the small porcelain plate next to it, bloomed bright red flowers.

The umami of the beef has not been lost in the slightest, and the appearance is tempting to the appetite.

It didn't take long for the meat of half a cow to disappear quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye under the shadow of Ye Hezhiming's sword and sword.

"Nitpicking, hairfinding, it's amazing!" Someone exclaimed.

"Well, this thin beef can be seen by people, but it is not damaged at all, and this meat is entwined but constantly stranded, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is nitpicking." Someone chimed in.

As he spoke, the live cattle sashimi was ready, and the old man Ye He invited everyone: "Everyone, please taste the live cattle sashimi while it is fresh, and compare it with the sashimi you usually eat."

The guests here were all raised by the world's top delicacy, and although they were all admiring the cow unraveling skills of the old man Ye He, no one dared to be the first to taste this live cow sashimi.

"I'll come, Lao Yehe will bring me the biggest plate." Others didn't dare to try, but Old Man Zhou didn't care, he rushed forward first.

Yang Feiyan's father is also a slippery head, he is not to be left behind, he ran to Ye Hezhiming, picked up two plates and walked out, while walking, chewing a piece of beef slices in his mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Someone asked.

"It's not delicious, what's so delicious about raw beef, you can wait for a while and drink oxtail soup." Yang Feiyan's father flickered at the man with wide eyes.

"Fool hurry up and grab it, didn't you see that he stuffed two more pieces into his mouth when he talked to you? Doesn't it taste like this?" Someone in the crowd prompted.

"Okay, Lao Yang, for the sake of stuttering, you dare to fool me, you wait for me." The man said as he ran towards Ye Hezhiming.

"Hurry up, hurry up, if you run slowly, you won't be there." Old man Zhou is watching the excitement next to him, and he is not idle, and he is coaxing blindly!

"Lao Yang, why don't you eat beef without dipping sauce and onions?" Someone came over with a plate of beef sashimi to greet Yang Feiyan's father.

"I like to eat this original flavor, which is tender, oily, melts in the mouth, and has a sweet aftertaste." Yang Feiyan's father replied.

"You try rolling red onions with beef slices, dipping them in a sour sauce, the crispness of the onion is more crispy between the smoothness, and the slight spicinessness of the onion is seeped, the taste is enjoyable, plus a little shredded carrots, this taste will not be changed in heaven and earth." The man said as he demonstrated it to Yang Feiyan's father.

"Everyone's taste is different, but I still think this original beef is more delicious, and when it is dipped in the sauce, the flavor of the sauce takes away the umami flavor of the beef." Yang Feiyan's father didn't dare to agree.

The live cow was very large, about five or six hundred catties by visual inspection, but it only took ten minutes of effort, except for the cow head and skeleton, there were only empty basins left in front of Ye Hezhiming.

"I don't seem to have enough to eat." Someone said with a big belly.

"You see that your big belly looks like you're pregnant for ten months, and you say that you haven't eaten enough, you have to burst your belly to be full, right?" Someone in the crowd said jokingly.

"Can't get enough of it! I can't get enough of it!" Someone lamented.

"Don't worry, there will be a big meal to eat in a while, haven't you seen that some people are already patrolling around the kitchen of Ye He's house?" Someone in the crowd reassured.

"Let's go, take a look, it's okay if you can't eat it and smell it."

Everyone said hula and rushed towards the kitchen of Ye He's house.

"I seem to smell the smell of pot-wrapped meat." There were people in the crowd who had sharp noses, and they could smell what Yehe's kitchen was doing from afar.

"Don't smell it, what they do is pot meat." The sharp-eyed man saw at a glance the beautifully made plates in front of the kitchen door, with golden pot-wrapped meat on them.

"The Ye He family used this kind of home-cooked food to entertain us, and they looked down on us too much!" Someone has a bone in the egg.

"I'm going to say it's not made of meat, do you believe it?" Old Yehe asked.

"How could it not be made of meat? Although the outside of the meat is paste, the texture of the meat is still clearly visible when you look at it. Someone questioned.

"Yes, it's obviously made of sliced meat, but it's a little thinner than a regular slice of meat." Someone in the crowd chimed in.

"I'll give it a taste, my sense of taste is much more sensitive than the average person." Someone volunteered to step forward and put a piece of pot-wrapped meat in his mouth and tasted it.

"The taste is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, full of acidity, and has a faint meaty aroma." The man said as he tasted it.

"You can taste it again, if there is any other taste." Old Yehe asked.

"It's a little bit of a bean scent." The person with a good sense of taste took another piece and tasted it carefully.

"Yes, your sense of taste is indeed much stronger than that of the average person, and this is made of tofu." Old man Ye He said.