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In the bathroom, there was a burst of "crash" flushing sound.

The door of one of the compartments opened, and An Yang came out from inside.

The circles of his eyes were slightly red. He had just avoided crying for a while, and his mood was obviously relieved a lot.

Then he came to the sink, turned on the tap, scooped up a handful of cold water with both hands, and washed his face so that he wouldn't notice anything unusual.

It's embarrassing to be scolded by my uncle in public, and it would be even more embarrassing if people found out that I was hiding and crying secretly.

"Young man, I see that you are pure-hearted and destined to be with me. Would you... would you like to join my sect?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from the side.

Anyang raised his head quickly, only to realize that there was a person standing beside him at some point.

He was a young man with black hair and black eyes who looked about his age, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Swept by the other party's gaze, Anyang immediately felt his body warm and relaxed.

It was as if something bad had been expelled from the body, leaving the body free of burden.

Anyang has never experienced this feeling before.

In a place that Anyang couldn't see with the naked eye, from around him, traces of strange demonic aura were expelled from him.

Although Song Ping is still unable to find the hiding place of the strange demon.

But with his strength, it is naturally easy to purify the innate power of strange demons in an ordinary person.

And Song Ping imitated the methods of the strange demon, and at the same time imposed his own mark on Anyang.

A seal is equivalent to a contract.

In the future, if Anyang strives for a ranking on the Mosa list, Anyang will be rewarded by the Dao of Heaven, and at the same time Song Ping will also be given the authority to control the corresponding part of the Dao of Heaven.

Before, this behind-the-scenes character belonged to the alien demon who invaded the world of Mosa, but now it was replaced by Song Ping.

Demons from other lands have been cultivating in the world of Motha for countless years.

There are countless professionals from all walks of life who work as tools for the demons of foreign lands by struggling on the Mosa list and climbing the rankings.

Although Song Ping only has one Anyang, this is only the first seed, and soon there will be a second, third, and more seeds, and then under the irrigation of Song Ping's resources, they will quickly grow into towering giants. Tree……

"It seems that you haven't made a decision yet, but it's normal for you to be unprepared for the first time."

"That being the case, I will give you a small meeting gift."

Song Ping shook his head slightly, then stretched out his hand and tapped lightly.

Immediately, a white light flew out from Song Ping's fingertips, swept across the air, and sank into Anyang's eyebrows.

In an instant, countless information emerged in Anyang's mind.

He seemed to see a kitchen knife turning into countless lights in front of his eyes. Under the lights of the knife, countless vegetables were cut into shreds, slices, and pieces...

But soon, as if a long time had passed, everything disappeared.

It seemed that everything was just an illusion just now.

Even the young man with black hair and black eyes who had just stood beside him disappeared without a trace.

"Consummation-level knife craftsman..."

"Just now...just now I..."

Anyang couldn't help being shocked.

Just now, a lot of new knowledge appeared in his mind, and all of this knowledge came from "Consummation-level Knife Craftsmanship".

Knife skills are one of the basic skills that any chef must possess.

And "Consummation-level Knife Craftsmanship", which includes countless knife skills, shredding, slicing, and various carvings, etc.

In front of "Complete Level Knife Skills", Anyang found that the knife skills he had practiced hard for seven or eight years were nothing but farts, no, it should be said that they were not even farts.

Not only him, even Andri, and even the famous chefs he has seen in the teaching videos, are far behind.

In other words, the knife craftsmanship contained in it has far surpassed the level of this era.

In fact, this is naturally due to Anyang's limited cognition. These sword skills once appeared in the world of Mosa, but most of them have been lost in the battle of doomsday thousands of years ago.

But this is not important.

The important thing is that Anyang has mastered these sword skills.

The knowledge brought by "Consummation-level Knife Craftsmanship" is not only integrated into Anyang's memory, but also quickly becomes his instinct as time goes by, as if Anyang has practiced it countless times himself.

In fact, if Anyang was not an ordinary person, and Song Ping was worried that he would not be able to bear it enough, "Consummation-level Knife Craftsmanship" would have allowed Anyang to fully understand it in an instant, instead of at such a "slow speed".

Although in Song Ping's eyes, this was only "slowly", but in Anyang's view, it was already incredibly fast.

According to the current speed, in about a month, all this knowledge will be mastered by him.

When he came back to his senses, Anyang hurriedly turned his head and looked around, and even ran into the toilet again.

It's just that the person just now has disappeared no matter where.

Anyang opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He could only walk towards the back kitchen full of thoughts.

What happened to him just now was too miraculous to describe in words.

Although it's past noon.

But the back kitchen is still full of fireworks, but not as busy as at noon.

After all, as a chef, you can't ask all the guests who come to the hotel to strictly follow the restaurant. As long as there are guests ordering, the back kitchen has to be busy.

Even in the evenings there will be a handful of chefs in charge of the rotation.

"Anyang, shred these potatoes, and then dispose of this pot of peppers." Seeing Anyang come back, Eric ordered.

"Okay, Master Ai." Anyang agreed.

Eric is an official chef, and he has three chef apprentices under him who are responsible for helping the kitchen.

Anyang is naturally one of the three chef apprentices.

The same is true of other formal chefs, with three or four apprentice chefs helping them.

Anyang washed his hands, picked up the kitchen knife and got ready to work.

As soon as the knife was in hand.

Immediately, Anyang felt blessed in his heart, as if he had merged with the kitchen knife, and the kitchen knife was no longer a kitchen knife, but became a part of his body.

This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, and it is wonderful!
shhhhhh...

The peeled potatoes trembled slightly under Anyang's knife, and only a knife edge was seen, moving quickly from one end of the potato to the other.

The light of the knife is like a shadow.

But the chopping board was actually silent, without the "aggressive" sound when chopping vegetables.

Every time the kitchen knife falls, it cuts the potato just right, and it touches the chopping board under the potato.

In fact, let alone a hard chopping board underneath, even a piece of tofu will not be damaged at all.

Anyang cut the whole potato, and the potato still kept its shape.

It wasn't until the potatoes were placed in the shredded dish that the potatoes finally disintegrated and turned into standard filaments of one millimeter each.

Each one seems to have been carefully measured with a ruler.