Yang Chuan turned his head, looked at Cui Jiu, who was there with the old god, and arched his hand: "Uncle Cui Jiu, can you find a sheep or a wild boar?" Originally, boy, what I was best at was the art of solving cows. ”

Cui Jiu sneered: "It turns out that you are from the Daomen, but it is a little surprising to a certain family." ”

Yang Chuan shook his head and said, "If you are good at solving the cow, you will become a person of the Daomen?" Let the boy say, Zhuang Zhou is probably still a good cook; As for Uncle Cui Jiu, you like to drink on weekdays, aren't you a disciple of the restaurant? ”

Cui Jiu scolded for 'sharp teeth', and he didn't bother to talk to Yang Chuan, he indifferently ordered: "Go, bring two cows over." ”

Chen Ye hurriedly asked his soldiers to fetch the cattle.

After a while, two cows were brought in.

"Huo Quai, will you come first or will I come first?" Yang Chuan casually took a boning knife, pointed to the two cows and said, "You and I can pick one each." ”

Huo Quzhi took a look at Yang Chuan, and then at Niu ......

His face gradually became gloomy, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, he slowly stepped forward, and his two eyebrows twitched vigorously: "Do you want a certain family to compete with you to kill chickens and cows?" ”

Yang Chuan Zhengse said: "It's a cow." ”

Huo Quzhi scolded: "That's not slaughtering cattle? ”

Yang Chuan shook his head and sighed, "Huo Quai, I'm just a little cook", and then, he stepped forward slowly, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the cow's head: "Alas, born as a cow, just like the people in this world, suffering without knowing it, but partially born to be a special mother's grievances, do you say this grievance is not aggrieved?" Hey, hey, go to the special mother! ”

"Brother Niu, you go slowly."

After speaking, a knife stabbed out, and the blood continued to surge, but the cow didn't seem to feel much pain, but let out a sigh of relief and slowly closed his eyes.

The only thing that was shocking was the two lines of tears that welled up from his eyes, rolling down, and before they fell to the ground, they turned into dozens of crystal clear ice bumps in the extremely cold wind, and fell to the ground.

"Huo Quai, see clearly!"

Yang Chuan held a boning knife in his hand, and before the cow fell to the ground, he began to 'untie the cow', only to hear the sound of 'Huohuo' endlessly, visible to the naked eye, a whole cow quickly turned into zero.

Less than twenty breaths.

On a piece of spread cowhide, there are seven or eight piles of beef, a pile of internal organs, a pile of lean meat, a pile of fat and thin, a pile of fat butter, a pile of crispy bones, and a pile of bone-in hand-handled meat that can be directly used for stewing......

It's categorized and it's not bad at all.

Yang Chuan put away his knife and stopped, grabbed two handfuls of snow to wash the blood, grease and other things on his hands, and looked light, as if he had done a very ordinary little thing.

Cooking, finished.

Ah, it's comfortable.

Looking back at his 'masterpiece', Yang Chuan let out a long breath of turbidity and secretly praised: 'Good work, it should be rewarded!' ’

This unique work integrates seven or eight disciplines such as knife technique, biology, and cattle body anatomy, but in the end, it is just a chef's kitchen knife.

Well, it's almost a 'look at it, get started and scrap it', it seems simple, but it's actually a lot of chef's knife skills.

And among this set of knife techniques, the most difficult thing is to classify beef, fat, lean, fat and thin, bone, brittle bones, do not confuse.

Some parts of the meat need to be used as a knife, so you can't use a file, and some parts need to be as gentle as a spring breeze, so as not to act recklessly, let a knife poke and pound in the meat or between the bones, so as not to cause irreversible 'damage to the muscles and bones'.

Otherwise, when the follow-up cooking, it will inevitably be reduced to the knife and axe of the barbaric warrior, and finally a pile of good ingredients will be tossed into a puddle of rotten meat, which will be very boring......

……

"Huo Quai, it's your turn."

Yang Chuan handed over the boning knife he had used, and said with a smile: "This boning knife is the most suitable for decoupling cattle, and the knife in your hand is used to cut vegetables, called a kitchen knife." ”

Huo Quzhi subconsciously took the boning knife, and was stunned for a while before he came to his senses: "This, is it Ku Ding Jie Niu?" ”

Yang Chuan nodded and said with a smile: "It's ugly." ”

Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, turned his head to look around, and even Yang Chuan himself couldn't help but reach out and scratch the back of his head, and said, "What are you guys, what's wrong?" ”

Except for Cui Jiu's unbeaten appearance of the old god, looking at the cow skeleton on the ground, and not knowing what the old thief was thinking, all the other onlookers were dumbfounded, and they had long been stunned by Yang Chuan's divine 'knife technique'.

"His mother, this is a mortal sword method?"

"Oh my god, that's scary!"

"I didn't see it, this thin monkey actually has a stunt, fortunately he hasn't provoked it in the past, otherwise this dog Riha's chua (chua) will go down a few times, and we will become a skeleton shelf?"

"I heard that this kid's name is Yang Chuan, tsk, such a handsome young man......"

“……”

Or the ancients are honest and honest, look at it, just this trick of 'Ku Ding Jieniu' bluffed a group of people, it is simply not challenging.

Think about some chefs in later generations, in order to attract fans to become popular overnight, which one did not do their best and painstakingly, but there were no onlookers, it is very sad to think about it.

Yang Chuan remembered that one of his senior brothers had done such a stupid thing, putting a lump of noodles on his big bald head, holding a knife in both hands, and performing the 'Shanxi knife and noodles' trick in front of the camera in the live broadcast room.

As a result, after dozens of knives, the noodles were cut extremely evenly, and they were also very thin, like a group of dancing flowers and butterflies, which fell into the cauldron one after another.

For a while, it attracted a string of '666', and the number of fans skyrocketed by hundreds.

And then.

Then the senior brother withdrew from the rivers and lakes, and I heard that the old brother missed and slashed the back of his head, and the blood flowed like a shot, and it took several catties of plasma to be rescued......

……

"Yang Chuan, you won this one."

Just when Yang Chuan was in a fugue, Huo Quzhi finally adjusted his mentality, hugged his fists and saluted, and said with a straight face: "A certain family has offended you before, please forgive me." ”

Yang Chuan grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed it vigorously on his face a few times before he let out a long breath: "Okay, the sage moment is over." ”

This is a problem that he fell in his early years, every time he concentrates on one thing or a satisfactory dish, he can't help but enter the 'sage moment' of three or five breaths, which can be regarded as a hidden disease.

"Huo Quai, I'm not as good as you in martial arts, and you're not as good as me in swordsmanship, otherwise, let's settle it." Yang Chuan said very seriously.

"No, you have to decide the winner!"

Huo Quzhi carried a kitchen knife in one hand and a boning knife in the other, and said loudly: "In the next game, a certain family chooses to turn the spoon!" ”

Yang Chuan nodded quietly and said, "Okay, what's the matter with letting you once." ”

(Dividing Line)

PS: In the last few chapters, the reader feels uncomfortable and tasteless, and the chef solemnly apologizes.

The cook himself thinks that he has not written well, but the house has been too chaotic recently, and the elderly, daughter-in-law, children and the cook himself have repeatedly had a high fever that does not go away.

Especially the elderly, who already have underlying diseases, have been very tormented since the fever, and the cook can almost be said to be anxious.

Since yesterday, though, things have improved.

I believe in the cook, and soon you will find the kind of writing state that is easy and eloquent, thank you for the love and support of the reader, even if the state is not good these days, but as always, I will continue to read, vote, and reward, and the chef is grateful!