"It's a deal!"

Hearing Chef Zhong's affirmative reply, Qin Lang spoke without hesitation.

"In that case, then I'll find a kitchen nearby, take pictures of Qin Lang's knife work, and then hand it over to Chef Zhong as evidence of knife work." Su Henian, who witnessed the agreement between the two throughout the whole process, took the initiative to ask Ying.

"Uncle Su, don't be so troublesome." Qin Lang looked around and quickly had an idea, "Just borrow a knife and a piece of tofu from the hospital canteen, and then help me find a balloon." ”

"I believe that what I see with my own eyes will impress Chef Chung even more."

"That's it?" Su Henian couldn't help but show a look of surprise, "There isn't even a table in the ward, are you sure you want to show your knife skills in such an environment?" ”

"Find a kitchen." Even Chef Zhong felt that Qin Lang was overconfident, and couldn't help but speak, "I don't want you to be unable to meet my requirements because of environmental factors." ”

"No, it won't." In the face of the doubts of the two, Qin Lang always maintained a calm look and a confident smile.

"Okay then." After a few more words of persuasion, seeing that Qin Lang insisted on doing so, Su Henian glanced at him deeply, turned around and walked out of the ward.

A short time later, a knife, a piece of tofu and a balloon appeared in the hospital room.

The hospital also has a canteen, and with Su Henian's excellent communication skills, it is not difficult to borrow something.

"Since you insist on this, let me see how you want to show off your knife work." Chef Zhong slowly sat up and looked at Qin Lang seriously.

He could probably guess that Qin Lang wanted to use a knife to cut tofu to show his knife skills.

Among the various ingredients, tofu, which is so soft that it will crumble with a little force, is undoubtedly the most difficult to show off the knife work.

Qin Lang made such a choice, which in his opinion was quite confident.

As for the balloons...

Chef Zhong didn't think about what it had to do with knife work for the time being.

At that moment, Chef Zhong's wrinkled face couldn't help but show a hint of expectation.

He didn't have any ill will towards Qin Lang, if Qin Lang could really show enough good knife skills, then he would have a better chance of winning by replacing him in tomorrow's qualification battle.

Chef Zhong can still figure this out.

Therefore, in his heart, he hoped that Qin Lang would be able to meet his requirements.

Of course, if it can't be achieved, Chef Zhong will resolutely oppose teaching "Lying Cow Thread" to the other party.

On the other side, Su Henian's expression was also expectant, but compared to Chef Zhong, he had more confidence in Qin Lang.

Although it was the first time he had seen Qin Lang in person, Su Henian had already gained a full understanding of Qin Lang's cooking skills through his wife's letters and other channels.

If memory serves, Ah Hui mentioned before that Qin Lang showed a tofu dish in the Dongxia City Cooking Competition, which showed the knife skills to the fullest, and there are still many local Imperial Spirit Chef challenges.

Therefore, Qin Lang's knife work should be able to meet the standards of Chef Zhong.

He is showing his knife skills at the moment, and what he uses is tofu, will he be showing that tofu dish?

If that's the case, then it's safer.

But...

Like Chef Zhong, Su Henian didn't figure out what role the balloon would play in this link.

The doubts between the two continued until Qin Lang inflated the balloon.

Qin Lang skillfully tied the qi mouth into a dead knot, and then handed it to Su He Nian, "Uncle Su, do me a favor." ”

"Help me secure this balloon."

"Okay." Su Henian subconsciously took it, pressed the ends of the balloon with both hands to fix it in mid-air, and then asked curiously, "What is this balloon for?" ”

"I'm going to use it as a chopping board today." Qin Lang smiled and picked up the kitchen knife in one hand and the tofu in the other.

Su Henian's hand trembled violently, and he almost pinched and popped the balloon in his hand because he was distracted and used too hard.

His eyes widened, dumbfounded by Qin Lang's words.

Chopping block?!

Although he is not a royal spirit chef, he is naturally no stranger to cutting boards.

Most cutting boards are made of solid wood, and chefs place the ingredients on the cutting board and then chop the ingredients with a kitchen knife, firstly to prevent the ingredients from slipping off through the friction on the surface of the cutting board, and secondly, to protect the blades to a certain extent.

The cutting boards used in hotels are generally larger than those used at home, often more than 10 centimeters thick, and they look very strong.

And now, Qin Lang said that he wanted to use balloons as a chopping board?

He looked at the balloon fixed between his hands, as if he could pinch it with a slight force.

If the blade of such a balloon is rubbed slightly, it will burst in an instant, right?

How is it possible to use it as a cutting board?

Chef Zhong, who was sitting on the hospital bed, did not perform much better than Su Henian, Su Henian still had a certain understanding of Qin Lang's cooking skills, and Chef Zhong had a relatively one-sided understanding of Qin Lang's cooking skills, and he was even more shocked when he heard these words at this moment.

"You... Want to cut tofu on a balloon? He couldn't help but speak, "Are you sure?" ”

"Yes." Qin Lang calmly took out the tofu and slowly placed it in the center of the upper surface of the balloon, "Then next, I'm going to start." ”

After speaking, he held the tofu in one hand and the knife in the other, and began to move.

Su Henian, who was standing closer, couldn't help but hold his breath.

He was the one who fixed the balloon, and Qin Lang's knife cut the tofu right under his nose, and every detail could be seen clearly.

I saw that the hand holding the knife and the kitchen knife did not shake in the air, and fell slowly but firmly vertically, grazing the edge of the tofu block and cutting a piece that could only be faintly seen by the naked eye, and then the blade was fixed on the surface of the balloon.

Su Henian felt a little suffocated, and for the first time he heard his heart beating so violently.

He gritted his teeth and stubbornly controlled his hands to stabilize the balloon to avoid causing Qin Lang's mistake because of himself.

Chef Zhong, who was sitting on the hospital bed, couldn't help but straighten his back, leaned forward with his upper body, and his eyes widened as if he wanted to see more clearly.

After Qin Lang's first knife fell and lifted it up and the balloon was unharmed, the eyes he looked at the young man in front of him were a little different.

didn't pay attention to the change in the expressions of the two people beside him, and the moment he lifted the kitchen knife, Qin Lang entered his own rhythm.

The kitchen knife in his hand lifted and fell, and without a hint of trembling, he cut the tofu pieces into thin slices like cicada wings, like the most precise cutting machine in the workshop.

It's as if the world is only left with this piece of tofu in front of you, and everything in the outside world is deaf and unsightly.

In the gradually stagnant atmosphere in the ward, Qin Lang's knife cut from one end of the tofu block to the other, and the original lumpy tofu also turned into countless thin tofu slices, unable to maintain their shape and fell softly on the surface of the balloon.

"Whew-"

Knowing that Qin Lang had finished cutting, Su Henian took a sharp breath.

He even forgot to breathe during the whole process just now.

Qin Lang didn't raise his head and spoke calmly.

"It's not over yet."

Su Henian's inhalation stopped abruptly, and Chef Zhong on the hospital bed gasped.