Although she said that she didn't believe it, she didn't continue to make trouble.

For Bai Zhuo, not making trouble is support, and support is motivation.

Bai Zhuo proposed to let An Ruoxin stay here to eat, and he and Zhang Shanpao went to prepare the ingredients.

But An Ruoxin refused, saying that if she wanted to lose 300,000, she would at least participate.

Bai Zhuo couldn't resist her, so he had to follow her.

The three went to the kitchen.

The kitchen is large and can accommodate up to 50 people at the same time.

Regarding Bai Zhuo's bet with Liu Linxuan, someone had already sent the news back.

As soon as Zhang Shancang pushed open the door, he found a row of people standing inside, all of whom did not have a good face.

"Old knife, what are you doing here?" Zhang Shanpao frowned and asked.

"What to do? What can we do? I heard that you and an outsider admit that our cooking is not very good, right? The middle-aged man with a scar on his face asked.

"No, I don't." Zhang Shancang shook his head.

"That's him?" The middle-aged man pointed at Bai Zhuo.

Zhang Shanpao looked at Bai Zhuo and wanted to help him explain, so as not to cause public anger, who knows, Bai Zhuo didn't blink his eyelids, and said bluntly: "I said it, it's really not good." ”

When the old knife and the others heard this, they immediately exploded.

"Shame pen, didn't your mother teach you how to write dead words?"

"Jokes, just a loser, and dare to say crazy words, we are not as good as you, and we can trample you under any one of us when cooking."

"Boy, don't think that the mountain cannon kid can protect you, don't give an explanation today, don't think about leaving the kitchen safely."

In the midst of the noise, three or four people went around to the door, blocking the way to retreat.

Seeing this, An Ruoxin's face turned pale with fright.

As if sensing her fear, Bai Zhuo took a step closer to her and reached out to wrap his arms around her little waist.

"I'm here, don't be afraid." Bai Zhuo put his mouth to her ear and said softly.

His voice was very gentle and steady, which made people feel a lot more calm.

An Ruoxin looked up at him slightly, looked down at each other, and found that there was something in his eyes that he had never had before, and it was something that could give people a sense of security.

"Hmm." She nodded slightly.

At this time, the old knife grabbed the fruit knife next to him with one hand, spun it with one hand, and picked up a large radish while turning.

"Whether the dish is done well or not, knife skills are the foundation, you say that we are not doing well, I will test your knife skills, if you are not compared to us, you will kneel and climb out for me."

When the words fell, the radish crumbs in the old knife's hand flew one after another.

Seeing this, Zhang Shanpao's face changed slightly.

Knife skills are indeed basic skills, but they are not directly related to cooking skills. The old knife is famous for making the knife, which means that it is a bit of a long-term to a person's shortness.

In other words, it was deliberately difficult, so that Bai Zhuo lost confidence before he started cooking, and even was ashamed to continue.

Bai Zhuo looked at the radish in his hand, and saw that the blade was over, and the debris flew everywhere, and after a while, the appearance of a Buddha statue appeared.

I don't know if it's for performance, or for Liwei, other people also picked up knives and turnips, slashing, cutting, all kinds of things, it became a scene of craft performances.

Seeing this, Zhang Shanpao couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

What the hell are these guys thinking? It's like an acrobatic show.

But after thinking about it, the knife skills are all accumulated over time, and they can't be relaxed, even if Bai Zhuo has studied the dishes and doesn't cook often, I'm afraid that the knife skills will lose to these people.

Worried, Bai Zhuo walked to the console unhurriedly.

There are a wide variety of knives on the operating table, long, short, strip, round, single-edged, double-edged, you name it.

Bai Zhuo picked up a kitchen knife and flipped it in his hand.

Seeing this, Lao Dao and the others sneered in their hearts.

The lighter the knife, the more effort he sees, if Bai Zhuo uses a kitchen knife, no matter whether he can cut something decent or not, he will lose.

As soon as his thoughts arose, Bai Zhuo put the knife back in the knife holder and took out a sharp knife five fingers wide.

Everyone's expressions froze.

This guy can really pretend to compare, deliberately take a big knife first to make people look down on him, this little bit of caution, can people still not see it?

Bai Zhuo shook the knife, shook his head, and put it back again.

Then, he picked up a smaller fruit knife, smaller than the old one.

The mouths of the crowd twitched.

It's not that this Nima doesn't understand!

It's disgusting, deliberately whetting people's appetite.

But what about understanding? If you can't work hard in your hands, you can't cut the momentum with a knife, and you will also be dead.

Everyone is speculating, what kind of works does Bai Zhuo want to use to show his sword skills?

Suddenly, Bai Zhuo's hand was raised.

Bang.

The blade landed on the table, and the entire table was cut in half.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

It turned out that what he wanted to perform was not sword skills, but ...... Damn, how did he do it? ”

"It's not scientific, how can that knife cut through a five-centimeter-thick wooden table?"

"Oh my God, is this true? It's incredible. ”

……

The old knife was still sneering, but when he saw Bai Zhuo cut open the wooden table with one sword, he was stunned.

He was not stupid, and instantly understood that Bai Zhuo did not mean to compare sword skills with him, but regarded their performance as a joke.

No matter how fancy the action is, it is not as crisp as a knife, and it is better to cut the table with greater deterrence.

He didn't know what others thought, as far as he was concerned, Bai Zhuo's knife had already made him a little afraid.

Bai Zhuo threw it casually, and the knife shot out and inserted it into the wall, leaving only the handle of the knife.

The crowd was shocked again.

How can this situation be the same as the scene of putting on TV?

How does such a light knife fit smoothly into concrete?

was also surprised, as well as Zhang Shancang.

"Damn, who dares to say that Bai Zhuo is brainless and will only lose, I will sit on him with a mountain cannon!!" Zhang Shanpao roared in his heart.

How many people can think of such a simple and crude method? How many people can do it?

Looking back, what the old knife did was like a clown show.

Bai Zhuo put his arm around An Ruoxin's waist, didn't say a word, and strode forward.

When he walked in front of the old knife, the old knife hesitated for a moment and consciously moved to the side.

Bai Zhuo continued to move forward, and where he passed, everyone avoided him.

No, no, this guy doesn't play cards according to common sense.

Everyone wants to compare knives with him, this guy directly split the table, the meaning is obvious, brother is not interested in knives, whoever stops me, just see if your body is hard.

Of course, not everyone is self-aware.

There are many people, and naturally there are one or two heads that are not so bright.

Most of the people who stood in the way had dodged, except for a dark-skinned young man standing in the middle of the road.

"Boy, don't think that you can get through by playing tricks, I have also practiced kung fu for more than ten years, and you may not be mine when it comes to fists and feet...... Oh...... Oh...... My hand...... Hurt! Hurt! Hurt! Tap, big brother, tap...... Oh! Master, I don't dare...... Yes!!! ”

Bai Zhuo kicked the young man away, his face was calm as usual, and his right hand never left An Ruoxin's waist from beginning to end.

The young man fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face, kneading his wrists incessantly, and feeling his bones shattered.

Everyone looked at each other.

If it is said that the table just split is still a bit of a performance, then now the dark young ghost is crying and begging for mercy with one hand, which is a real example of killing chickens and monkeys.

You know, the swarthy youth is known for his ability to fight in the kitchen.

Half a month ago, a group of people went out for supper, and when something happened, the swarthy young man beat seven or eight thugs and fled.

But now, as strong as him, he can't survive a single move under Bai Zhuo's hands.

Even, no one thought about whether the situation would have changed if he hadn't been buckled by Bai Zhuo.

In an instant, no one dared to stop Bai Zhuo, and no one dared to say a word to sneer at him.

At this time, Bai Zhuo spoke.

He said it to An Ruoxin, but everyone could hear it.

"A great man once said that any enemy is a paper tiger. If he wants to yell at you, hit him. If you don't obey, hit him. Scare your wife, just him. ”

Burst!

The crowd vomited blood.

An Ruoxin listened to what he said before, and thought: "When did this guy learn to quote scriptures?" ”

Who knows, he suddenly said: "Scare your wife, just hit him." ”

An Ruoxin rolled her eyes, speechless.

However, the sweetness in my heart is indescribable.

It felt really nice to be protected.

"Damn, brother, are you the legendary little prince?" Zhang Shan screamed, breaking the silence of the kitchen.

Everyone agreed.

"This Nima is definitely a special elective over-the-top ratio, otherwise why can it be so good?"

"It's all nine years of compulsory education, why is this guy's waist disc so prominent? Did you secretly stay in the grade? ”

"His grandmother's, today Lao Tzu has become a stepping stone for others to pretend, cry!"

……

Bai Zhuo was a little embarrassed by Zhang Shancano's call.

This dead fat man, can't people be a pet wife maniac?

He coughed and walked to the fish tank not far away.

There are three spare fish tanks in the kitchen, which are not small in size, and there are blackfish, eels, and dragon fish...... The variety is very complete.

"Fatty, what kind of fish do you usually use to make 'milk fillet'?" Bai Zhuo asked.

"Blackfish are used a lot, and occasionally dragonfish." The fat man replied.

"Longli fish has few bone spurs and the meat is fresh and smooth, but the growth rate is too fast, resulting in insufficient meat toughness, which cannot withstand slow boiling, and is a poor ingredient." Bai Zhuo said.

"Do you still need to simmer the fish fillet over a low heat?" The fat man was puzzled.

According to the practice taught by his master, the time of the milk fillet needs to be controlled, no more than 20 minutes at most, otherwise the fillet will be cooked and lose its taste.

"There's a saying that moisturizing things is silent, and the same is true for cooking, and the imposed flavor always feels unnatural. Your previous dish must have been cooked for 18 minutes, flipped four times during that time, right? ”

"You...... How do you know? ”

"I also know that you put a piece of chicken lung in the fish's mouth to prevent it from being boiled."

"Oh my God, how do you know?"

Zhang Shanpao was completely surprised.

The trick of putting chicken lungs is a unique technique taught by his master, and no one in the entire kitchen knows.

Bai Zhuo smiled.

"Let's go, these materials can't make authentic milk fish fillet, take me to buy some fresh and usable ingredients."

After Bai Zhuo finished speaking, he took An Ruoxin's hand, turned around and walked outside.