When everyone noticed Su Baiyang, they saw that the head of this thing kept going around a lot, and they didn't even look at Master Feng shaving noodles.

What does this Nima mean?

Just now, this was completely and completely not taking Master Feng in her eyes, this girl didn't take Master Feng seriously at all, this is too arrogant.

"Pretending to be forced, I just said that I was learning to study, but now I don't even look at it."

"Young people are young people after all, there is no hair on their mouths, they can't speak firmly, they are very modest just now, and now they are rampant."

"Hey, Lao Feng seems to have been fooled."

"Why do you say so much? After a while, I will see how this kid died, and I see that Lao Feng is also out of the way today, and this cut is estimated to be able to break his record of 2,400 pieces, that is, each knife should be able to break through 400 times per minute. ”

"I'm a god, do you want to be so exaggerated?"

"Exaggerate, wait and see."

……

Everyone was talking about Su Baiyang with contempt, while Chef Feng was still waving the arc-shaped sharpening knife rapidly, again and again.

Bite~~

A moment later, there was a crisp sound, and the time had come.

Master Feng's movements stopped, and an apprentice hurried over to take the sharpening knife and dough and put them on the cutting board.

Looking at Chef Feng again, he didn't change his face without growing his anger, as if the rapid movement just now was not a problem for him at all.

Chef Feng looked at Su Baiyang with a smile and said, "I've finished it, it's up to you next, as long as you can win me, my words definitely count, the people in the chef's base camp pay attention to integrity, don't worry." ”

Su Baiyang snorted and said, "Since you have finished it, let the number of people count how many roots, and see how the quality of the slender is, it is useless to cut it quickly, you must have quality." ”

Chef Feng nodded, glancing at an elementary schoolman.

The apprentice hurried to get a large stainless steel basin and began to scoop noodles in the soup pot with a colander spoon.

After two minutes of fishing, until there was no more noodles, the apprentice called out to two more people, and three of them began to count the noodles.

"One, two, three...... Fifteen, fifteen...... Two thousand three hundred and nine, two thousand four thousand, two thousand four hundred and one, two thousand four hundred and two......"

When the apprentices counted to two thousand four hundred and two, everyone saw that there were still dozens of noodles in the basin, and the gang immediately fried the pot.

"Damn, Lao Feng is against the sky, not only breaking his own record, but also seems to have surpassed a lot."

"Haha, Lao Feng, congratulations, your skills have improved again."

"Yes, Master Feng, it seems that no one can compare to you in the future in the field of knife cutting noodles."

"Damn, Lao Feng, have you eaten Will Gang? It's too fierce, isn't it? ”

……

Everyone hurriedly congratulated Chef Feng, and although Chef Feng was very modest, the smug look in his eyes was unobstructed.

This can't be helped, anyone who can achieve such results has the capital of Dase, it's too strong.

The last three apprentices counted out the number, two thousand four hundred and fifty-two, which is simply a limit number, and in the area of shaving noodles, it can be said that this number can definitely be pressed by many people.

Su Baiyang also nodded secretly, this Chef Feng is really okay, but it's just okay.

"Congratulations to Master Feng for achieving such a great result." Su Baiyang arched his hand, and then continued: "The quantity is a lot, but I don't know what the quality is?" ”

Chef Feng smiled: "Of course, this can be seen, after all, it is an external characteristic, let's comment on it." ”

Everyone was not polite, and looked at Chef Feng's knife-cut noodles in a circle, and many people nodded frequently.

"Yes, most of the length and thickness are the same, and the thickness is about the same, thick in the middle, thin on both sides, shaped like willow leaves, very good."

"To be able to achieve such quality without guaranteeing such a quantity, master."

Master Feng listened to everyone's praise, and his face became even more proud.

In the end, everyone collectively gave a score, and the more than 2,000 knife-cut noodles were eighty-five points.

This is a very high score, even if there is a lot of affection in it, but it cannot be denied that Chef Feng's knife-cut noodles are really good.

Hearing this score, Su Baiyang just smiled and said, "Okay, eighty-five points, not low, I hope I can be higher than yours, otherwise I will lose." ”

When everyone heard Su Baiyang say this, a few people despised this product even more in their hearts, they didn't expect that in the face of such a strong Master Feng, this product would have the courage to continue to compare, if it were them, it is estimated that they would have abstained long ago, there is no way to compare, others are too powerful.

Chef Feng also smiled and said, "Blue is better than blue, I hope you don't let me down." ”

"I'll do my best." Su Baiyang smiled, then came to the cutting board, looked at the dough that had been cut by himself, and then took an arc-shaped sharpening knife from the side.

When everyone thought that this product was about to start, Su Baiyang reached out and took another sharpening knife.

I rub!

A lot of people are a little uneasy, what is this guy going to do? Do you also want to learn from Master Feng to cut noodles with both left and right hands? Please, brother, that's a unique job, not everyone can do it, you just take a knife and sharpen it, and if you lose, get out.

Su Baiyang had a sharpening knife in his left hand and a sharpening knife in his right hand, he looked at the two sharpening knives, shook his head, and then... Then the thing actually picked up another sharpening knife.

O Nima!

When everyone saw this scene, they all hurt, what the hell is going on? Does this bastard still want to use three sharpeners? What kind of? It's simply impossible, okay?

Chef Feng is more crazy than anyone else, what kind of fucking rhythm is this? Is this really going to take three sharpening knives? How do you play this? Ordinary people don't talk about taking three sharpeners to cut the face, but it's not easy to hold it with two hands, and it's a fart.

But this thing turned out to be three sharpening knives, one in the left hand, one in the index finger and thumb of the right hand, and then there was one between the middle finger and ring finger, and the other little finger assisted this sharpening knife on the side, which is the fucking rhythm of three knives at the same time.

me, what kind of monster is this? How could this hand?

Three-cut?

Just this trick, don't say that this guy has cut as much as himself, that is, he can cut out a thousand, that is absolutely amazing, no matter how much he cuts, it is cut according to the normal way, but people have directly increased the difficulty several times, everyone knows that two fingers pinching the knife can't use force at all, how to sharpen it?

Su Baiyang doesn't care what others think, he came here today to upgrade, the higher the level he rises, the greater the benefits he will get from participating in the chef competition held by the forum in the future, and it will be more beneficial to the upgrade of the god-level fusion system.

So he didn't look at the expressions of these people at all, one knife in his left hand and two knives in his right hand.

The dough didn't move, it was still on the cutting board, so he wouldn't follow Mao Maofeng's top head, how dirty it was, just put it on the cutting board.

But the more he does this, the more crazy these people are, even if they have three knives, this thing is still cut from the bottom up, what the hell are you when we are air? Are we all watching? Don't be rampant, okay?

After Su Baiyang was ready, he looked at the soup pot where Chef Feng's knife-cut noodles had fallen into just now.

It didn't matter what he looked at, everyone felt their butts tight.

Wipe it, please, don't tell us that you still want to cut noodles in this pot, you're still at least four meters away from it, can you not talk nonsense? Can you cut a place at such a distance? you.

Su Baiyang measured the distance, then nodded, and then saw his left hand suddenly slash out like lightning, flashing from the surface of the dough......