Rebirth as a Cooking God

kitchen.

Are you satisfied with your sword skills?

The old man asked, pointing to the steam pot on the table.

In the pot, there is a deep blue clear soup, which is mainly made from two ingredients: garlic chicken and blue star algae. The color of the soup is strange, but it just highlights the unusualness of the ingredients.

What's the meaning?

Xia Yu frowned.

It took him almost an hour to boil the ramen soup base, and when he turned around to knead the soba noodles, he was forcibly stopped by the old man and there was such a quarrel.

If your research on the Demon Ramen recipe is only to this extent, then I'm so disappointed! The old man crossed his arms and criticized mercilessly, I can judge your success without tasting the finished product. The work, for me, is - unqualified!

The veins on Xia Yu's forehead throbbed.

How dare you say you're unqualified even if you haven't even eaten?! Xia Yu was very unhappy.

Furthermore, you said that I am very proud of my swordsmanship. I can understand that you are mocking my swordsmanship, old man?

An old man and a young man, their eyes collided in mid-air, without giving in to each other.

Not convinced, are you?

That's for sure, I hate the mouthy king the most!

Do you want a detailed review? Then I...

Here, Xia Yu waved his hand and looked directly at the old man's coffin face with sharp eyes, No verbal comments! I heard the commander-in-chief said that the recipe for Demon King Ramen was jointly created by him and you, then, old man, you can Show me the actual work and convince me!

oh--

Xia Qing's face moved, Is this a challenge?

Xia Yu nodded, Of course!

His eyes were full of impatience, and the anger on his face suddenly subsided, Old man, you have to let me understand how far I am from the Dragon Realm now, right?

Hearing this, Xia Qing also had a faint smile on his face, I understand.

The tense atmosphere of the quarrel in the kitchen suddenly disappeared, as if it had never happened. The old and the young looked at each other playfully, with their own little calculations in mind.

Lan Fengxian was at the door, dumbfounded.

What about the quarrel?

The thunder is loud and the raindrops are light. The way this grandfather and grandson get along is hard to understand.

Brother Xia!

The shouts at the door made Xia Qing and Xia Yu turn around. In fact, they had already noticed that there was an outsider at the door.

Lan Fengxian?

Xia Qing frowned and called him by his first name, obviously not too fond of this person.

Brother Xia, long time no see!

Lan Fengxian acted tactfully. He called Xia Qing by his first name without showing any signs of being strange. He laughed and said, I have nothing to do. I came to visit you to say New Year. Brother Xia, don't think Brother Yu is too busy. .”

Brother Yu claimed that he had lost his mind.

In terms of age, Lan Fengxian was much older. Didn't Lan Chuhan, who was the same generation as Zhu Qing, call him grandpa? He looked like an old monster.

sit--

However, Xia Qing's greeting seemed cold. He pointed to the bench he was just sitting on, put on an apron and walked to the kitchen counter.

He took out a square-headed mulberry knife from the knife rest, turned his head to his grandson and said meaningfully: Look at it well and learn from it.

Xia Yu pouted.

Snapped!

A thawed garlic chicken with a complete body was thrown on the chopping board by the old guy.

The thin and sharp blade was facing the chicken's spine, hanging without falling. Xia Qing suddenly said in a deep voice: Sage Kong once said - if you don't cut it right, you won't eat it!

The so-called cutting and slicing, the decomposition of ingredients, reflects the skill of the knife in every aspect.

The conversation suddenly changed and Xia Qing asked: It's easy to kill a chicken, right?

Xia Yu nodded.

Ah!

Seeing his grandson's response, the old man sneered at the corner of his mouth. He raised the knife and removed the head of the chicken. Then, the whole chicken was cut open from the midline into two symmetrical and equal halves. Then the chicken wings were cut, thin and sharp. The blade of the knife cut along a round bone in the meat, and the entire meat wing was separated.

The wings and legs were cut off, and the chicken body was spread out on the cutting board, but the old man stopped.

Then what? He turned around and looked at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu frowned and said in confusion: Old man, what you use is the ordinary chicken-cutting knife skill. I just cut it like this. Is there a problem?

The old man's face darkened, Do you think that cutting sashimi is the only way to demonstrate your sword skills?

He turned around, the kitchen knife in his hand rising and falling.

Bang bang bang!

In a few blinks, the chicken's body shrinks and turns into equal-sized pieces of chicken.

There is no doubt about the sharpness of the knife and the old man's knife skills. Xia Yu's eyebrows jumped at the sight. In his field of vision, the pieces of meat laid out on the chopping board were exquisite. They looked good when displayed and had an indescribable temperament.

What's the difference?

Xia Yu bit her fingers, confused, and moved her eyes back and forth between the cutting board and the steamer.

Size? His eyes moved to the steaming pot that was still steaming. The chicken pieces in the soup were the same as those cut by the old man.

Obviously, there is no difference between Xia Yu and the old man when it comes to measuring the size of pieces of meat.

From another perspective, knife skill means breaking down ingredients and reducing them into smaller pieces, and size is undoubtedly the key!

From an ergonomic point of view, the most suitable size for food is generally a bite!

Therefore, if someone uses a ruler to measure the size of the chicken that the old man and Xia Yu chopped, they will find an amazing numerical code——

One inch, 3.5 centimeters.

Brother Xia, your sword skills put Brother Yu to shame!

Lan Fengxian spoke here.

Seeing the kitchen fell into silence, he lost no time in expressing his presence by making bubbles. Then he said to Xia Yu: Knife skills, to put it simply, is to cut off the tissue of the ingredients. Therefore, in order to retain the deliciousness of the ingredients as much as possible, you should avoid cutting them as much as possible. Cutting will destroy the texture of the food.

Destruction, wholeness.

Except for the influence of knives, the difference between famous knife skills is reflected in the cutting and cutting techniques.

Lan Fengxian said so.

The old man looked calm and put the cut chicken neatly into the steamer.

What are the ingredients? There is chicken, blue algae, and other ingredients.

An hour later, another portion of steamer chicken soup was brought to the table. Xia Qing pointed to the two portions of chicken soup on the table, Let's eat and see!

Xia Yu struggled for a full hour.

What's the mystery behind beheading a chicken?

He had just opened super vision, and he didn't feel that there was any technical content. Damn it, I don't believe it. Everyone is chopping chickens and making chicken soup with the same ingredients. Why am I not as good as the old man?

With this unwillingness to admit defeat, Xia Yu took two spoons, first ate a spoonful of his own, and then tasted the old man's chicken soup.

Um?

what happened!

The soup was imported. Regardless of other flavors, Xia Yu paid close attention to the deliciousness of the chicken on his tongue.

boom!

Like a stormy sea breaking down the shoreline fortress of the tongue.

As far as chicken soup is concerned, it's much better than mine... Why is the difference so obvious? Xia Yu took a deep breath, barely maintained a trace of calmness, changed his chopsticks, and went to pick up the chicken in the old man's steamer.

When the teeth bite down, the flesh fibers are broken one by one, just like the sound of bowstrings, and the ears hear wonderful music.

The elasticity and texture of the meat are mind-numbing.

Oh my god...is this still chicken?

Xia Yu seemed to see an eminent monk holding a knife. This eminent monk had kind eyes and kind eyes, chanted the Buddha's name, and swung his knife at the shiny chicken on the chopping board.

Bang bang bang!

There was no trace of blood, but the Buddha's light bloomed.

Faintly, the shape of the chicken appeared on the chopping board, and the crow came out, high-pitched and joyful, without any pain.

Xia Yu was shocked.

This, this is an indescribable kind of sword technique!