After a while, Xu Tongdao stopped sharpening the knife, touched the knife edge horizontally with his fingers, and stretched out his right hand in front of Jiang Jinsong again with an expressionless face.

"Pluck one more hair out of me!"

"If you pull it out like this every day, you'll be bald!" said a tall chef in the crowd of onlookers.

Succeeded in making a lot of people laugh.

Xu Tongdao didn't laugh, and Jiang Jinsong didn't laugh either.

Jiang Jinsong's expression was a little ugly at this time, he looked at the freshly sharpened kitchen knife in Xu Tongdao's hand, and then looked at the colleagues around him who were happy to watch the excitement, he groaned for two seconds, and then pulled out another hair and handed it to Xu Tongdao.

At this point, there was no way back for him.

Now he can only pray that Xu Tongdao's sharpened knife will not achieve the effect of blowing hair and breaking hair, otherwise, he Jiang Jinsong's face will be embarrassed, and in the future, in front of Xu Tongdao, this kid, he will be even more stubborn.

Taking over the fresh hair that Jiang Jinsong had just pulled out, Xu Tongdao was under the gaze of everyone, like in the previous test, with the knife edge facing upwards, pinching the right hand of the hair, holding it about 20 centimeters above the knife edge, and loosening his fingers......

The hair fell down.

Seeing that this hair was about to fall on the blade, Jiang Jinsong, who was standing aside, suddenly had an impulse, he wanted to blow a breath over.

It's like Sun Wukong plucking a hairless hair and blowing it gently.

He didn't expect his hair to blow on it, and he would be able to conjure up another version of himself.

He was just a little afraid, afraid that when this hair fell on the blade, it would suddenly split into two pieces.

That's something he definitely doesn't want to see.

And then......

He hesitated, and before he could breathe out, the hair fell to the blade.

Silently, the hair suddenly split in two pieces and fell from both sides of the blade onto the board.

The scene was silent for two or three seconds.

Jiang Jinsong had a sentence in his heart that his mother wanted to say, but he forcibly held back.

But some people didn't put up with it.

"Hold the grass! Really? That's an exaggeration, isn't it?"

"Grass! It's really broken......"

"This knife sharpened, absolutely ......"

"It's too fake, isn't it?"

......

The cooks, apprentices, and aunts who were washing the vegetables were all stunned.

They didn't seem to believe their eyes.

Their reaction in such surprise was, to be honest, surprised Xu Tongdao.

Is it difficult to sharpen a kitchen knife to this sharpness?

In his impression, many cutting masters in the big hotel can sharpen kitchen knives to this extent.

Anyway, in the years when he was a chef in his last life, he had seen several cutting and matching masters with excellent knife sharpening skills.

But at this time, the onlookers were so surprised, and they looked really eye-opening.

He doesn't believe that these people are all acting, and these people can't all have such good acting skills.

So...... They really hadn't seen a kitchen knife sharpened so sharply before?

This matter, the next whole day, bothered Xu Tongdao.

It wasn't until late at night that he suddenly figured out that perhaps the times really limited the progress of many industries.

At present, it is 98 years, and the development of every place in the mainland is actually not very good, and the rich people are not like ten or twenty years later, and the streets are all over the place.

'98 ...... For most people, they can usually eat a piece of braised pork, which is already very enjoyable, and everyone pays more attention to the taste of the dishes.

But in their inland city, the public does not have such high requirements for chefs' knife skills.

Even with it, the chef himself is not so particular about knife work, and he is naturally not so concerned about the technique of sharpening knives.

And this has led to a result: his Xu Tongdao's sharpening skills, in the current years, can make most peers feel amazing.

......

Straight to the point.

When Jiang Jinsong witnessed the hair he pulled out to Xu Tongdao, it was really divided into two sections at the moment when it fell on the blade.

Jiang Jinsong's whole heart suddenly became cold.

He couldn't help but close his eyes, and wanted to shout: Ya Yan Butterfly......

Where is the confidence why he dared to provoke and fight back against Xu Tongdao just now?

Of course, he is sure of Xu Tongdao's knife sharpening skills, and even other cooking skills are not as good as him Jiang Jinsong, he deceived Xu Tongdao because he is young, and he must not have been learning cooking for a long time.

As long as he can prove that Xu Tongdao's knife sharpening skills are not as good as him, then he will cut Xu Tongdao's face, and no one will do anything to him.

Who would help a master who is just a strong mouth?

He now feels very unscientific.

This kid is obviously so big, and his hair hasn't grown yet, why is his knife sharpening technique so good?

His family can't kill pigs, right?

So you learned to sharpen knives from an early age?

Thinking of this possibility, Jiang Jinsong immediately opened his eyes.

I just saw Xu Tongdao looking at him coldly.

"You, did your family kill pigs?" Jiang Jinsong plucked up his courage and asked the possibility that had just come to mind in his heart.

Xu Tongdao smiled coldly, "Don't talk nonsense! This half of the sheep, you first peel off all the mutton bones, and chop half of the mutton into braised pieces for me, don't chop the sheep's hooves, keep them for me alone! And the haggis? Take it to your aunt and wash it! Make all these for me first, and then talk about it!"

How did the right to speak come about?

One comes from one's own identity, and the other ...... from their own strength.

Both are indispensable.

Without a legitimate identity, no one listens to what is said.

If you don't have enough strength to match your identity, no one will implement what you say.

Now that Xu Tongdao has the identity of the master in charge, he has just revealed his hand, proving his strength, with his identity and strength, Jiang Jinsong no longer has the confidence to fight.

Although he still doesn't believe in Xu Tongdao's cooking skills, he is better than him.

But at least at this moment, he doesn't have any confidence to say "no" again.

He could only blush, nod his head, and get to work immediately.

It was also after this incident that Xu Tongdao found that the other people in this kitchen, looking at his gaze, were less messy.

There are also a lot more people who take the initiative to give him a smile.

......

Time passes.

When Xu Tongdao began to cook mutton soup, the head chef Luo Zongping came quietly, standing aside with a smile and watching.

The head stove was in charge of the master, and a man with a serious expression and a cold and hard facial line also walked over with a frown.

Xu Tongdao also noticed that there were actually other chefs who wanted to come over and take a look, but they were all glared back by the head stove master with his eyes.

The reason why the head stove master is called the head stove master is generally because his skills are the best in the whole kitchen.

Xu Tongdao knew that they came over at this time to steal the teacher.

He didn't rush people, he generously followed the order of his usual work, and did his own thing in an orderly manner, if you look at it a few times, you can learn the essence of a dish, and the skilled chef is everywhere.