It's time to make Wensi tofu again, Gu Bai can't help but fall into memories, this dish may have been imprinted on the chef's soul for a long time.

The same was true back then, a teenager was at the kitchen desk, stubbornly holding a knife, repeating boring movements, day after day, not knowing the passage of time, not knowing the pain of ten fingers and heart. How many times have I cut the knife edge on my hand, but the dish has not been cut, and the knife must be done overnight and not given up halfway. The boy gritted his teeth, took out a piece of ice, and pressed the wound on the surface of the ice, the flowing blood solidified and stopped, but the temperature of the hot blood made the young man's face flushed, and he clenched the kitchen knife, and everything was as usual...

Gu Bai came to his senses from his stunned state, took out the prepared chicken breast, raised a pot, poured an appropriate amount of water, and then put the prepared chicken breast in the pot and turned the heat to the maximum. After a while the water boiled, Gu Bai changed the heat and adjusted it to medium heat, and then the duck breast needed to be boiled over medium heat for nearly an hour, and this time was used to process the ingredients.

I saw Gu Bai take out a finger-square piece of tender tofu and put it on the board.

In the first step, Gu Bai first soaked the blade in water to lubricate, and then set up a posture to cut the tofu.

In the outside world, Kohei Chuangzhen and the young man saw that Gu Bai finally started cutting tofu at this time, and looked at it intently.

Only the old man Harada noticed that Gu Bai hadn't said a word since he started cooking, and he faintly felt something in his heart, guessing that Gu Bai had entered the world of kitchen heart.

In the world of kitchen hearts, the owner of the kitchen heart will expand its own field, and everything in the field will evolve according to the chef's own emotions, and everything evolves in the hands of the chef through the cooking feedback to reality.

In the real world, the average onlooker will only see the chef in the real world. Only chefs who have a kitchen heart and have entered the world of kitchen heart will understand the mystery of making people in a different space. Therefore, at this moment, only the old man Harada observed that Gu Bai's state was different, but there was no resonance or confrontation between the two chefs, so the old man only had a vague sense of 'threat' about the changes in Gu Bai's current kitchen world.

I saw Gu Bai holding a knife in his right hand, and his left hand made a gesture similar to playing billiards - the index finger lightly touched the tofu, the big female finger was close to the surface of the kitchen knife, and the other three fingers were supported, and the whole gesture seemed quite solid. The right hand grips the knife tightly and the speed will be even, the knife can hear the sound of contact with the board, the sound is crisp and even, just like a machine is running, one finger square tender tofu gently slides along with the blade of the knife, and the transparent tofu like a piece of paper gently falls on the side of the kitchen knife.

Kohei Chuangzhen, who was watching from the side, watched the movements on Gu Bai's hand, a drop of cold sweat slid across his forehead, and the sharp blade was almost falling against Gu Bai's finger flesh, but the speed of the knife was extremely fast, without any hesitation, precise and efficient. Many times Kohei felt that he had already cut his hand, and his fingers subconsciously bent back, as if he felt the pain of the blade cutting through the skin of his hand.

In the kitchen heart world, the purple flames jumped on Gu Bai's hands, the blade of the knife was hot and blazing, as Gu Bai's knife fell, the purple light of the blade cut into the surface of the white and elastic tofu, and the purple light fell against the tofu, and on the side of the tofu, a translucent purple curtain film, a piece of film leaned together. Flames and knives are playing graceful dance music on the stage of tofu, and the blades and fingers dance lightly and rhythmically to the music. After a while, the first step was finished, and only a small piece of neatly arranged tofu slices remained on the side of the knife. This step is mainly to cut the tofu into small slices, and after cutting, Gu Bai gently presses the knife to the right to make the cut tofu slices evenly dumped to the side.

Cold sweat fell on the heads of the young people watching in the real world, under the magical performance of Gu Bai's hands, just the opening ceremony, his heart had begun to panic, the silent friction between the knife and the tofu was the same as in his heart, each knife slid against the surface of the heart, and the cold knife intent made the heart beat faster and faster.

Next, Gu Bai used the knife surface to draw some water and drip it on the surface of the tofu, so that the tofu slices would not stick together. As the clear water covers the surface of the tofu, the purple glow is like a jewel, crystal clear. Gu Bai's eyes were cold, and he began to shred the second section, it takes at least ten years of skill to cut Wensi tofu, which shows the delicate and delicate top-level knife art of Chinese cuisine.

The purple flames condensed with Gu Bai's mind, followed Gu Bai's hands, crawled towards the knife, attached to the back of the knife and burned, the blade seemed to have just been taken out of the forging furnace, scorching red and dazzling. Gu Bai's hands are steady, his heart is as calm as water, his mind must remain clear, there can be no distractions, otherwise he will give up all his efforts, as Gu Bai dropped the knife in his hand, the purple flame came into contact with the gem-like tofu slices, and the tofu silk was the same length, uniform thickness, the same as the hair, the roots were distinct, and they were accumulated on the back of the knife, just like the most luxurious silk in the Tang Dynasty. Gu Bai's hand did not pause, once it started, it had to be held on to the end, in one go.

With the end of this stage, the tofu is finally cut. Looking at the tofu on the back of the knife, it was gathered together, and it didn't seem to look like shredded tofu. Gu Bai took a bowl of water, ran the cut tofu along the back of the knife, and slowly pushed it into the water with his fingers. As the purple satin fell into the clear water, Gu Bai picked up the glass bowl and shook it gently, and the cut tofu silk circled like dancing silk, like a school of fish gathered together, scattered at this moment, happily wandering in the water.

Gu Bai picked up a chopstick, stirred it slightly, and gently picked it up, the noodles were general, and a piece of tofu shredded was picked up on the head of the chopsticks.

Seeing this scene, the young man's heart stagnated, and he didn't dare to breathe, it was just a miracle, this bowl of shredded tofu looked like a bowl of noodles... Is this the ultimate meaning of 'quasi' knife work? I used to hear the master say that the master's principle is to 'only create kitchen knives for those who have the potential for knife work', and there is no problem with thinking about it, after all, 'accurate' knife work is one of the assessments of Michelin-starred restaurant chefs, but this is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes! It's incredible, the whole process of cutting tofu is simply an art performance, the opening ceremony is sliced, the middle is shredded, and the climax is at the last moment, the tofu shreds are scattered after entering the water, like water lilies in the pond on a summer night, the buds absorb the night and the moonlight, and stretch out a graceful posture in the night like water. "It's... This..."I wanted to say something, but thinking of what I had done before, the young man felt like a thorn in his throat.

And Xingping Chuangzhen didn't know when he secretly took out his mobile phone and recorded it on the side, looking at it with a stupid face, probably thinking that he would be like Gu Bai in the future, cutting tofu shreds...

The old man's face was a little nervous, Gu Bai's performance in knife work this time could be said to be amazing, he had never seen it before, but the more he was like this, the more worried he was in his heart about whether Gu Bai had fallen into the wrong path that Seiichiro had been, so that he could exert such strength. Once the moon and sky of the far moon was Seiichiro's Shura purgatory, after that purgatory, the 50 students who participated in the halberd, nearly half of the students, collapsed, on the other hand, Seiichiro did not have a good ending in the end, and left the far moon alone.

Gu Bai's terrifying knife work, if it was a display of genius before, at this moment, the old man began to be afraid that such a talent would cause Gu Bai to be impetuous. The heart of Shura is certainly powerful, it can make a person focus like never before, and under extreme emotions, exert their terrifying potential to destroy their opponents. However, the Force that advances with destruction as the culinary art will only slowly lose the essential kitchen heart, and become a slave to the halberd and the desire for victory.

The most important step was completed, but Gu Bai did not relax in the slightest, he had to perfect this Wensi tofu to the extreme! Let this young man know what not to say casually, let this young man know what reverence is. With the thought in Gu Bai's heart, the purple flame suddenly rose, and a whirlwind blew in the kitchen heart world. In a world of starvation and blood, a whirlwind whistling through the mountains, the trees were ignited by the wind, and a sea of fire soared into the sky.

Gu Bai removed the stems of the mushrooms, washed them, and easily cut them into thin strips and soaked them in water under the extreme intention of the knife worker. When the shredded shiitake mushrooms entered the water, there was a burst of steam, and the white surface of the clear water, as well as the shredded shiitake mushrooms, were ignited by purple fire, burning in the glass bowl.

Then there were the winter bamboo shoots, and Gu Bai felt a slight twitching and stinging sensation in his brain, as if a purple flame was burning in his brain. It's okay, it's going to be done soon. Gu Bai didn't care about this feeling at all, the slice knife in his hand, the light hob method, peeled the winter bamboo shoots, washed them, and put them into the pot where the chicken breast was cooked before and cooked them slowly.

There is also fungus, washed with water, neatly dropped with a few knives, cut into small pieces, and soaked slightly in vinegar.

At this time, almost an hour, Gu Bai looked at the pot, the chicken breast had been cooked, and the meat was tender and smooth. Gu Bai took out the chicken breast and winter bamboo shoots, passed it through the water, dried it for a while, and waited for the heat to pass.

Then Gu Bai poured out part of the soup for boiling chicken breast in another pot, added minced garlic, salt, ginger, onion, 15 ml of cooking wine, and continued to boil, so that the fragrant chicken soup that simmered slowly was made into the soup base of Wensi tofu, which fits very well.

Gu Bai picked up the kitchen knife, the purple flame ignited on the knife again, this time it was no longer a flame, Gu Bai's hands and kitchen knife seemed to be in a purple sea of fire, the blade was accurate, and it fell without any difference, one after another, under the clear rhythm, the chicken breast and green bamboo shoots fell neatly aside.

Gu Bai nodded, by this time, everything was ready, tofu, shiitake mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots, fungus, chicken breast, and chicken soup.