Gourmet of Another World

Ouyang Xiaoyi and Yang Chen also tended to follow behind the pedestrian formula, curious to see the alley burning in the sky, the crowd blocked Ouyang Xiaoyi quite excited.

The owner of this Phoenix Hall is unusual. This war has attracted so many people. Does the whole emperor know this?

Qian Bao stood in the alley smiling and watched the lively pedestrians on the surrounding floor. He was very happy. So many people, once the news came out that Chef Feng Xianlou won the black heart shop owner, the fame of Feng Xianlou would become more popular in the Emperor, and more and more people would come to Feng Xianlou to eat.

“Oops, Mr. Bo, you're finally here. Look, so many people are watching this knife fight, Mr. Bo, don't let the water go.” The money was stacked with laughter on his face, and he said to the walker in his coat.

The pedestrian glanced at him, and his eyes had a profound meaning. What idea was this money to protect? The pedestrian formula was very clear. He just wanted to step on himself to make Phoenix Hall famous?

The idea is that there is nothing wrong with it, because the fame of the shop has been very hot in Tidu lately, and if Phoenix House can win the contest, the fame of Phoenix House will rise to the next level.

However, this is the case when Qian Bao is determined that Master Zhao's knife clerk can eat the formula.

The gait nodded and walked to one of the tables, where a lot of fresh ingredients were placed, and the snow swayed from the heavenly dome and drifted over the ingredients.

On one side, Master Zhao saw the walking formula, and the demonstrators pulled out a wide-headed knife. The shiny knife was spinning constantly in his hand, and the knife's body reflected a glow.

The whistling sound of the knife spinning suddenly became very obvious in the alley, and some of the noisy people around them were forced to calm down, holding their breath and watching the knifemen fight.

“Mr. Bo, I've been practicing knives for a dozen years. There will never be any water discharge today. I will try my best to compete with you next time.” Master Zhao said that after slapping the table, a round potato on the table flew in the air in shock.

Master Zhao's eyes sharpened, the knife in his grip instantly cut out, the knife constantly spinning in the air, constantly emitting the sound of cutting ingredients.

Tear, Master Zhao's knife cut out, and finally parked steadily in front of him. A very flat piece of potato silk stacked on the back of the knife.

This hand, it's gorgeous, at least the surrounding pedestrians were shocked by this method, clapping their hands well.

Master Zhao put the potato silk in the plate, with a confident smile at the corner of his mouth and a provocative look at the walking formula.

There was no expression on his face, and he was not shocked by Master Zhao's cutting potatoes in the sky.

Ouyang Xiaoyi stood at the side of the pedestrian square and grunted uncomfortably at Master Zhao's provocative eyes.

“Come on, how can you go back to sleep more than I did?” The gait was faint, and the sound was as flat as water.

But the plain words of gait fall into other people's ears, which is the appearance of insufficient gas, and many people suddenly look at the gaze of gait, filled with fun and drama, and even more shouting.

The happier Qian Bao looks at this scene, the harder he can step on the boss, the better his reputation will be in Phoenix Hall.

“We are faster, more accurate, more harsh than the swordsmiths, so to speak, faster than the speed of cutting ingredients. The boss should know that this step is clear, accurate, that is the precision when cutting ingredients, as well as the precision, harsh, that is, to understand the shaving, the unraveling of meat ingredients, today we are compared to these three items.” Master Zhao chopped the knife on the board and said to his solemn counterpart.

Nodding on foot, no surprise at all, more than a knife maker can do.

“Let's get started.” The pedestrian said.

“Great! Let's start with the first one. Here's a hundred radishes. How about we calculate the time it takes to cut this hundred radishes to win?” Master Zhao said.

It was the carrot again... I looked at the pile of white carrots on the table on foot, and the corner of my mouth pulled, gently humming.

“Watch that step, boss! I'll start first!” Master Zhao heard the pedestrian promised to come down, and suddenly his fighting spirit rose, and the chef's robes all hunted and sounded under the mood.

Master Zhao hooked his hand and took another kitchen knife. He actually picked up two kitchen knives at the same time to cut the radish.

His kitchen knife was first light everything, clamping a radish was placed on the plate, then the two knives quickly chopped down, fast, the rhythm was clear, dazzling... less than one breath, a white radish was neatly cut into chunks, just finished chopping a radish, Master Zhao has started to prepare the second one.

Master Zhao is a chef who has been practicing knives for more than 10 years. The understanding and mastery of knives has reached the level that many chefs can hardly compare. These two knives alone are very difficult for ordinary people to achieve such precise carrots, not to mention the speed at which they are so fast that they are almost impossible to catch.

A hundred radishes, less than a tea time was precisely cut into chunks by Master Zhao.

When the last carrot was cut, Master Zhao cut both knives on the caseboard at the same time and took a long breath backwards. Fine sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

In a moment around him, the shouting and praise of the array sounded, so that Master Zhao's vanity was greatly satisfied. He believed that the knife worker was absolutely incomparable on foot.

“Mr. Bo, it's your turn!” Master Zhao said aggressively.

The pedestrian glanced at him and shook his head slightly and took a gentle sigh of relief.

“If you want to die, then let it be you. The system demands that you be taught to be a human being, without any means... you can't even say it.” Instead of using a golden dragonfly knife, the pedestrian murmured, taking a common knife.

Playing with a not-so-gorgeous knife flower, the gait bounced gently on the blade and nodded.

“Then the clock begins!” Qian Bao smiled and said, his face is full of confidence. Master Zhao can almost say that he played super long today and performed very well.

“Well, let's do it.” The gait was faint, and Rear reached out his hand, and the real qi poured over his palm, and he patted it on the table, and he controlled the real qi not to destroy the table, but to shock the radishes on the table and suspend them above the sky.

Bum...

The gait eyes were sharp as the eagle falcon's eyes between moments, and the whole person's temper changed for a moment.

A hundred turnips were suspended in the air, and the kitchen knife in the hand of the rear gait started to rotate automatically. The speed of rotation made people feel a little chilly. The kitchen knife seemed to turn into a glow and cut down instantly.

Pfft!

Everyone stared at the scene and looked incredibly at it. In their sight, everything around them seemed to disappear. There were only a hundred suspended radishes and a stream of light bursting out of the darkness together. The stream of light was like a shooting star that broke through the night sky, and they were rowing through them.

When the darkness dissipated, everyone's horizons recovered. Later, they discovered that a hundred carrots suspended in the sky burst apart, each cut into cube-sized radishes, more compact and sophisticated than Master Zhao...

Wow!

It was as if it were a rain of turnips, walking with a basket in one hand, and the fallen turnips entered the basket. When the last turnip also fell on it, after rolling down and calming down, walking was easy to complete the first competition.

Spend time… four breaths, which counts as the amount of time that turnips fall into the basket.

The quiet needle fell in the alley for a moment. Everyone looked at the gait formula. The confident smile on Master Zhao's face had already solidified, as funny as a clown.

Looking at the light face of the walking formula, Master Zhao seemed to have 10,000 roasted pigs running by... Nima! Are you a fucking knifeman? Are you kidding me?