What's the joke! Jiang Yunfeng was stunned when he heard Xu Jieming's words. Make no mistake, I've ever seen cutting meat on balloons and shredded potatoes on silk. I just haven't seen that god can use a plate of tender tofu as a cutting board, not only to cut the pork loin into shredded meat, but also to require the roots to be distinct and not sticky. And the tofu that is used as a cutting board can't be broken, which is too strong.

Xu Jieming glanced at the audience, and saw the chefs participating in the evaluation, you look at me, I look at you, and they are all waiting. Then he said loudly, "If you feel that you can't complete it, you can choose to give up, and the score of the knife chapter assessment will be recorded as zero points." Players who have given up can go to the sidelines to rest and wait for the selected player to complete the cooking assessment together. Turning slightly, he raised his left hand and swiped at the judges' seat behind him, and then said, "As long as the contestant who gave up the knife medal can satisfy the old man and me and several other judges in the cooking subject, he will still pass the assessment and be promoted to senior chef." ”

The venue was once again in full swing. The contestants are weighing the pros and cons, and those who are not sure about their knife skills want to choose to give up, but they are not confident enough to satisfy the 'Tongue of God' in the cooking process. Tangled and hesitant entangle the heart, caught in an infinite circle of death.

Jiang Yunfeng finally understood that Lu Ming, who was a member of the executive committee a few days ago, worked tirelessly and squeezed out time to come to the door in person. It's good to say that she even pulled herself to reluctantly let Erina Nagikiri, who had taken care of her foot injury, give up the action of brushing Xiguan snacks again, and the plan to sweep the whole territory of Guangdong after the evaluation of the high chef. Invited guests to the evaluation venue for review.

"It's trying to drive people to their deaths." Jiang Yunfeng whispered secretly. "Young man, if you want to give up before you start the knife, then there is no hope for even the last bit of hope." On the right-hand side of the cooking table, the oldest player in the audience said in harmony. Jiang Yunfeng had read the information before the game, and this grandfather-level player is now in his 50s and is the cutting supervisor of a five-star hotel.

"Uncle, you are so old, you will retire in a few years, why do you have to work hard to participate in the evaluation of being promoted to a chef?"

The uncle opened the knife box placed on the desk, or hung, or carded. A variety of knives are arranged in a staggered manner in their respective positions in the magazine. Choose a special kitchen knife that is most handy, hang the counterweight, and connect the handle to the blade, so that the kitchen knife stands on the fingers in a balanced way. With a shake of his hand, the kitchen knife flew into the air. The uncle lightly placed the tenderloin on the tofu, caught the kitchen knife spinning in the air with his right hand, and dropped it sideways from side to side. The tenderloin is divided into three.

The old man replied with a smile, "As a chef, I always want a higher-level title, uncle, I have taken the exam several times in a row, and each time I am poured into the cooking subject, after all, the position is a cut, and I know little about seasoning and heat." But after continuous study, I will definitely pass this year. While talking and laughing, the work in hand was not pulled down, and the shredded meat of uniform size was presented in front of everyone.

"Oh~ someone can do it. Look, he's done, so fast!! In the cheers of the audience, the middle-aged uncle raised his hand to signal that he had finished. The staff in charge of the inspection carefully inspected every piece of meat and every inch of tofu under the live broadcast camera. After repeated confirmation, the results will be reported to the judges. After learning that he had passed, the uncle wiped his hands with joy, encouraged Jiang Yunfeng and followed Miss Manners to the leisure area.

Most of the contestants who participated in the evaluation this time were 35 or 6 years old, and their enthusiasm was still unspent. Under the encouragement of this uncle, he burst out with a fierce fighting spirit and picked up the courage to face difficulties from scratch. They all started cutting meat with knives, helping all the problems that were still tangled and weighed just now to be thrown out of the clouds.

Jiang Yunfeng also put the loin on the tofu, took out the kitchen knife and untied the scarf, and blindfolded his eyes under the puzzled gaze of everyone. "It's this trick again, it's really... Standing behind Erina Nagikiri disguised as an entourage, Kohei Soma, who was in a suit, couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"Abandon your vision and focus all your attention on your hands. This little guy has a lot of ideas. Seeing this, Xu Jieming stroked the nonsense and smiled. Erina Nagi also smiled and didn't say a word, just nodded and agreed with Xu Jieming's statement from the side.

Without the interference of his vision, Jiang Yunfeng took a few deep breaths, stood firmly on his feet, and focused all his body's attention on his hands. Every cell on the finger is extremely excited, and the sense of touch becomes more sensitive. Accurately captures the almost imperceptible texture gap between the blade cutting off the tenderloin and touching the tofu after each cut. Collect the knife in time and lift it, cutting very slowly, but the speed is average and steady.

Jiang Yunfeng, who was highly concentrated, forgot about the things and sounds around him, and only after his hands felt that the tenderloin had turned into shredded meat did he put down the kitchen knife and untie the scarf that wrapped his eyes. At a glance, I saw a not-so-deep cut on the tofu, sighed helplessly, and shook my head. Dejected, he walked to the sideline recreation area.

Soon, all the fighters completed the sword seal test, and the results surprised everyone. Only the middle-aged uncle in the audience was qualified, and the others more or less left knife marks on the tofu. After a short break, the sound of the venue radio announcing the re-entry of the contestants and the cooking assessment sounded. Jiang Yunfeng raised his head and drank all the Coke in his hand, put the empty cans into the trash can, and said, "This year's subjects are really different enough, only a senior like you, who has been in the industry for more than 30 years, can complete it." ”

"It's all gone, and it's useless to complain. Let's go! Cooking is your forte, and this time it's uncle's turn to give me a headache, hehe. The middle-aged uncle covered his teapot, patted Jiang Yunfeng's shoulder, and got up and walked towards the venue.

"That's right, brother. Isn't there also a cooking subject? There is hope. A handsome European guy with blond hair and blue eyes hooked Jiang Yunfeng's shoulders and spoke Mandarin with an extremely serious Cantonese accent.