At the last moment, the very shrewd old man Liu did not bet on Qiu Shui Sheng to win, but bet on the Ling family's Chef Fang.

At this time, everyone was betting lively, and no one cared that it was he who instigated the old man Ling, saying that Qiu Shuisheng's knife work was better than the Ling family's cook, and he wanted to bet five hundred taels of silver for Qiu Shuisheng.

At the end of the bet, except for Du Sanniang, the guests present bet on Chef Fang.

Chef Fang is of medium stature, with strong muscles, and at first glance he is the kind of person who is very powerful.

Old Master Ling asked, "Chef Fang, what is your best knife technique?" ”

Chef Fang said respectfully: "Back to the master, everything that is eaten, the small ones are good at cutting. ”

Master Ling smiled and nodded, "I want you to come, it's to test the knife skills with that Chef Qiu, since you are all suitable, just cut something and learn from Chef Qiu." ”

When Chef Fang heard that he was going to compete directly, he immediately had the intention of showing his hand in front of Master Ling, and said with a smile: "Then I'll cut a Wensi tofu, the Wensi tofu I cut out is as thin as a hair, the thickness and length of the roots are the same, and they will not break." ”

Tofu, which is as thin as a hair, Qiu Shuisheng was a little dumbfounded when he heard this. He'd never cut Wensi tofu before.

The master has sat in the village and received so many silver tickets, if he loses, how much silver will the master have to pay others?

If you lose, you lose, it's a big deal to remember that those people won Master's money, and went to his house at night to "ask" Master's money back.

When Qiu Shuisheng was struggling in his heart, Zhao Shuang's voice sounded in his ears, and Zhao Shuang first told him the trick of cutting Wensi tofu, and then explained the use of sword qi to him in detail.

The competition begins.

On Chef Fang's side, a kitchen knife made a fine chopping sound on the cutting board, and the sound frequency was the same, unhurried.

On the other side, there was a piece of tofu on Qiu Shuisheng's board, and he himself stood there motionless in a daze.

Being in a daze is the impression of outsiders, but in fact, he is listening to the master's transmission.

When Chef Fang was almost finished, Qiu Shuisheng suddenly moved, and the tofu in front of him flew into the air, and then, everyone in the banquet hall only saw the candlelight reflected by the knife flicker a few times, and the tofu landed firmly on the board again.

Over there, Chef Fang was just finished.

The thin tofu strands are lined up, and it is a bit exaggerated to say that the hair strands are a bit thick, obviously much thicker than the hair, and there are more than a dozen hairs as thick as that.

Old Master Ling rubbed his eyes and said, "That...... Chef Qiu, did you cut or didn't cut your tofu? ”

Qiu Shuisheng didn't speak, his palm slapped on the board, and the originally complete piece of tofu jumped up, swirled in the air, and after falling, it had become a neat row, with distinct roots, just to the naked eye, it was much thinner than Chef Fang's, with the thickness of six or seven hairs.

Master Ling's face was not good-looking, and he said to the other chef with a cold face: "Can you still cut it thinner?" ”

Chef Fang hesitated and said, "The small one...... Try the small ones. ”

Seeing that he was not confident, Master Ling wanted to wave his hand away this embarrassing thing, but the guests present did not agree.

"Master Ling, look, this game doesn't stipulate that you can only cut it once, right? Just let Chef Fang cut it again, he may not have played well just now. "One of the guests who had pledged a thousand taels of silver was very unwilling.

Other guests who had bet on the silver echoed one after another: "Yes, yes, yes, let Chef Fang try again, it must have not played well!" ”