As a chef, the left and right hands are the second life, and the feeling of kitchenware is beyond ordinary people, and breaking the right hand is equivalent to being kicked out of the chef's industry.

What a ruthless boy. Feng Qingge smiled coldly, she didn't know the rules here, but on the earth, even if it was a cook, it was the losing side, and she would quit forever, and she couldn't touch the kitchen utensils again. And what is this to open his mouth to cut off Jin Yu's arm, which is forbidden in the culinary world, and it is also an attack on the chef's life.

Sure enough, Bu Jinyu's face changed greatly, and he looked up at He Wei in shock, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

"Little ruffian, are you hungry, do you want to eat hot pot?" Feng Qingge turned his head to look at Zheng Zixu, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Sister this rice ball, is it ...... Seeing the light that flashed in Feng Qingge's eyes, Zheng Zixu even more eyebrows fluttered, destroying him was his favorite, and he remembered what Feng Qingge said at the moment. The two people on the opposite side completely ignored them, and Zheng Zixu swaggered down.

"Than what?" was silent for a long time, and Bu Jinyu asked in a cold voice.

This time, the shopkeeper was not convinced, and hurriedly pulled Bu Jinyu and shouted: "You are crazy, what is it better than what, if you lose, who will be the chef of our Cuiwei Pavilion!

"Shopkeeper, I have confidence in myself, I won't let you down, and I will definitely not let him succeed, let's say, what's more?" frowning coldly, Bu Jinyu took a step forward and straightened his back.

He Wei looked at He Wei opposite with firm eyes, and the hot blood in his body was stimulated again. As a chef, he had already endured too much condemnation under such oppression, and the uneasiness of his conscience had him on the verge of collapse. He knew it shouldn't be like this, but he had no choice but to do it.

And now, he can't abandon the self-esteem that a chef should have, and as a qualified chef, he should accept the challenges of his own kind of chefs, rather than reject them. It's exactly like the challenge between star masters, and you can't refuse it!

He snorted disdainfully: "Boy, aren't you afraid of flashing your tongue when the wind is strong?"

"If the wind is strong, will your tongue flash?" It seemed that he had encountered a very difficult topic, Ying Lingfei frowned, and looked at Feng Qingge with some confusion.

Burst!

This wood iceberg face, can't you hear what is suggesting that Bu Jinyu is talking big!

"Whether you flash your tongue or not, only you know. Say, we're better than what. Bu Jinyu smiled coldly and stood with his hands in his hands.

The essence light in front of him flickered, He Wei clenched his fists, his muscles shook, and he grinned: "As far as I know, the step master of Cuiwei Pavilion is proficient in knife carving, good at making pasta, and is even more unique in dumplings." We played three games and won two. Knife work, pasta, dumplings, what do you think?"

"Eh, Master He, what are you doing, you are better at it than him, why don't you choose what you are good at, the chances of winning will be much greater!" Widening his eyes, Murong Mo almost bounced, and even scratched his ears and cheeks, eager to veto this decision immediately.

It's just that He Wei ignored him at all, his tall body took a step forward, and said with a cold smile: "Bu Jinyu, do you dare to accept it?"

"Dare, I accept your challenge!" Bu Jinyu stood up with his head held high, and sparks erupted from his eyes!

Clapping his hands, the guard at the door quickly took out the prepared ingredients, the first knife work can be done in this small room, very simple ingredients, just a white radish, the thickness of an arm.

The smaller the thing, the more the carving tests the technique, as a chef, when you reach the peak, you can paint and engrave on the rice grains, but unfortunately on the Xingyue Continent, this is just a legend.

"A stick of incense time, see who carves well!" He Wei laughed coldly.

"Well, please. Bu Jinyu made a gesture of please coldly, weighing the white radish in his hand.

Feng Qingge looked at Bu Jinyu with interest, his fingers were slightly touching the white radish, and he didn't start carving in a hurry, on the contrary, He Wei on the opposite side pulled out the kitchen knife, and his right hand danced quickly, and the layers of white sand quickly fell off.

Feeling, for the chef is a very important thing, even the feeling has been rushed, no understanding of what is the real knife carving. The corners of his mouth rose upward, and Feng Qingge admired Bu Jinyu very much.

On the contrary, Mu Cangyun, who was sitting on the side, looked at this chubby girl, the fat of her body fluctuated with her emotions, but she didn't care at all, her eyes had already been attached to the two people in front of her, muttering with interest.

Could it be that this girl still understands things in the culinary world?

The corners of his mouth hooked upward, Mu Cangyun turned his head, but saw Zheng Zixu holding a large number of things, tiptoeing in through the side door.

"What are you doing here?"

"Make hot pot!"

“……”

Hmph, stinky boy, compared to me, half of the time for a stick of incense has passed, and no matter how you carve it, it will be too late. Glancing at the incense, He Wei smiled coldly. His right hand was like lightning, slicing on the white radish, and it was really faster than the sword light.

Sharpen it, let's cut it, boy, you're going to lose!" Murong Mo said with a smug smile, he had already made a move long before the ingredients were taken out. Even if Bu Jinyu has great ability, it is impossible to carve anything good!

"Brush!" In the next moment, the person who stood still raised his right hand, and the knife fell, only to see the white radish in his hand spinning, and the blade twisted on the white radish, like a sensitive little snake, but his carving method was not very gorgeous, relatively very simple, and even the place where it was cut, there was no trace of change.

I see! My eyes lit up, and Feng Qingge appreciated Bu Jinyu even more, and she already knew what Bu Jinyu was going to carve.

"It's time, it's time!" Murong Mo blew on the incense, and when he saw that the incense was burning, he turned to look at the two of them.

At the same time, Bu Jinyu and He Wei stopped, and the kitchen knives in their hands were withdrawn one after another, and the things presented in their hands were revealed.

But seeing that the image of a jade Buddha in his hand was standing, he used the big head of the white radish as a lotus throne, carved a lifelike, blooming lotus flower, and on this throne, the standing man was half-naked, holding the white jade bottle and leaning out, like a person flying to the sky, it was really wonderful.

"High, high. Even the shopkeeper who was standing couldn't help but be stunned, and was shocked by the knife work in this hand.

Murong Mo clapped his hands again and again, and when he turned his head to look at Bu Jinyu's hand, he almost burst out laughing, covering his stomach, and laughing: "Haha, what are you carving, white radish, laugh at me, just this thing, you dare to call yourself a sword god." ”

Bu Jinyu didn't speak, the white radish in his hand was still the same, not even the slag that was cut off, it was just a whole white radish.

"Can you tell me, you're a carved white radish, hahaha, it's really lifelike. Holding back a smile, Murong Mo patted the table and mocked.

It's just that Bu Jinyu's face is still the same, staring at the person opposite coldly, and said in a deep voice: "The layman never knows what we did, what is it, you lost." ”

This book was first published in Reading Books