With a focused look and smooth movements, each step is as if it has been rehearsed thousands of times, and it is easy to do.

As soon as the so-called connoisseur makes a move, he knows if there is one, judging from the preparation of Mojing, Mojing, the cook, is not ordinary.

And that feeling of déjà vu......

Chu Xiangjun's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth rose, and he smiled self-deprecatingly.

The inexplicable feeling of déjà vu, just because of his busy and calm figure, reminded him of Xiahou Qin when he was waiting for the cherry blossoms to bloom.

Chu Xiangjun's eyes looked at the ingredients cut next to Mo Jing's hand, the processed ingredients still retain the most perfect freshness, under the sunlight, the undried water droplets on it are moist and translucent, and in the sunlight, the white emanation of the ingredients is emanating from the sun.

Immortal?

Chu Xiangjun's gaze quickly moved to the knife in Mo Jing's hand.

The last dish was cut, and Mojing placed the knife on the cutting board, but there was no blade, only a handle.

That's - ice skates?

Using ice as a knife preserves the perfect appearance of the cuts, and in the case of cooking meat, it preserves the freshness of the meat to the maximum, but it requires a great deal of skill.

If the blade is dropped too quickly, the size of the ingredients will not be uniform, and if the blade is dropped too slowly, the cold air on it will damage the ingredients, so you need to master the use of skates.

Go under the knife at the most suitable time, quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly, as if holding plastic wrap while cutting to keep the ingredients fresh.

All the ingredients of Mo Jing were cut perfectly, which showed that his use of ice blades had reached a realm of ease, and his hand, Chu Xiangjun, looked at Mo Jing's right hand.

Probably because he has been holding ice blades for many years, the back of his right hand is as white and slender as his left hand, but the palm of his hand is tinged with a faint blue.

It was a mark left by frostbite that had become a mark on the body over the years.

Chu Xiangjun's heart throbbed, for the first time since becoming an immortal chef, this was the first time that this inexplicable emotion appeared in his heart, which made him admire at the same time, and at the same time, he also roared in his heart about the sacrosanctity of the profession of chef.

Be sure to make the most delicious food!

Chu Xiangjun stared closely at Mo Jing's every move, secretly studying.

Bo Bo next to her yawned lazily, and said impatiently: "This meal has been cooking for too long, and I'm sleepy." ”

Bobo's words did not get a response from Chu Xiangjun, and when he turned his head, Bobo was really taken aback.

Chu Xiangjun looked like an old monk was settled, but his eyes were rolling with Mo Jing's movements.

Bobo: "......"

Chu Xiangjun is a nymphomaniac, and he is a nymphomaniac against Mojing, how can this be, what if he wants to kill Mojing?

Thousands of thoughts flashed through Bobo's mind, and he looked at Mojing's eyes, and his resentment was full of murderous intent.

Wu Mei cautiously glanced at Bobo, and saw that she was staring at Mojing tightly, and she was secretly proud in her heart, looking at the cook she invited at a great price, it seemed that Lord Bobo liked it very much, if she could make Lord Bobo happy, her status in the Shangguan family would be more stable.

"It's a wonderful technique, it's really wonderful. ”

"yes, look at these cuts, tsk, tsk, beautiful. ”

"I don't know what to do for us to eat, it's early in the morning, it's too greasy to eat, it's too light and it's not appetizing. ”

"Exotic food, I can see what an exotic breakfast looks like, and I'm looking forward to it more and more. ”

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