Chapter 27

As a chef, the left and right hands are the second life, and the sense of kitchen utensils is beyond ordinary. If the right hand is broken, it is equivalent to being kicked out of the chef industry.

What a tough boy. Feng Qingge smiled coldly, she didn't know the rules here, but on Earth, even if it was a cooking competition, it would still be the loser, quit forever and never touch the kitchen utensils. And this is why he wants to break Jin Yu's arm. This is forbidden in the culinary world, and it is also an attack on the chef's life.

Sure enough, Bu Jinyu's face changed greatly, he looked up at He Wei in awe, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

"Little ruffian, are you hungry? Do you want to eat hot pot?" Feng Qingge tilted her head to look at Zheng Zixu, raised her eyebrows and smiled.

This little sister Tang Yuan, could it be... Seeing the light that flashed in Feng Qingge's eyes, Zheng Zixu was even more excited, destroying him is his favorite, and now he has to remember what Feng Qingge said. The two people on the opposite side completely ignored them, and Zheng Zixu swaggered down.

"Better than what?" After a long silence, Bu Jinyu asked coldly.

This time the shopkeeper refused to accept it, and hurriedly shouted at Bu Jinyu: "You are crazy, compare it to what, if you lose, who will be the chef in our Cuiwei Pavilion! Abandoned right hand, you are not even as good as side dishes, I Where can I find such a cheap chef like you, your mother doesn't want it anymore?"

"The shopkeeper, I have confidence in myself, I won't let you down, and I definitely won't let him succeed. Come on, what is it?" Frowning coldly, Jinyu stepped forward and straightened his back.

Looking at the opposite He Wei with firm eyes, the blood in his body was once again aroused. As a chef, under such oppression, he has already endured too much condemnation, and his conscience is about to collapse. He knew it shouldn't be like this, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue.

And now, he can't abandon the self-esteem that a chef should have. As a qualified chef, facing the challenges of similar chefs, he should accept it instead of rejecting it. Just like the challenge between star masters, it must not be refused!

He Wei snorted disdainfully: "Boy, aren't you afraid of flashing your tongue when the wind is blowing?"

"The wind is strong, will the tongue flicker?" It seemed that he encountered a very difficult problem, Ying Lingfei frowned, and looked at Feng Qingge a little puzzled.

puff!

This wooden iceberg face, can't you hear why it is implying that Bu Jinyu is talking big!

"Only you know if you don't show your tongue or not. Tell me, what do we compare to." Bu Jinyu smiled coldly and stood with his hands behind his back.

The light in front of him flickered, He Wei clenched his fists, his muscles swayed, and grinned: "As far as I know, Master Bu from Cuiwei Pavilion is proficient in knife carving, and is good at making pasta, especially in dumplings. We played three games and won two. What do you think about knife work, pasta, and dumplings?"

"Hey, Master He, what are you doing? You're all good at it. Why don't you choose what you're good at? That way, the chances of winning will be much higher!" Eyes widened, Murong Mo almost bounced, and even more It's scratching my head, I can't wait to veto this decision immediately.

He just ignored him at all, the tall body took a step forward, and said with a cold smile: "Bu Jinyu, do you dare to accept it?"

"Dare, I accept your challenge!" Bu Jinyu stood up with his head held high, sparks in his eyes!

After clapping their hands, the guards at the door quickly took out the prepared ingredients. The first knife skill was done in this small room. The very simple ingredients were just a white radish, as thick as an arm.

The smaller the thing, the more skillful it is to engrave. As a chef, when you reach the peak, you can draw and engrave on rice grains, but unfortunately on the Xingyue Continent, this is just a legend.

"It takes a stick of incense to see who can carve better!" He Wei sneered.

"Then, please." Bu Jinyu coldly made a gesture of please, weighing the white radish in his hand.

Oh? Feng Qingge looked at Bu Jinyu with interest, his fingers were lightly touching the white radish, and he did not start to carve in a hurry. On the contrary, He Wei pulled out the kitchen knife on the opposite side, and his right hand quickly danced away, layer by layer. The white sand fell off quickly.

Feeling is a very important thing for chefs. I didn't even find the feeling, so I have rashly shot, and I don't know what real knife carving is. The corners of her mouth raised upward, Feng Qingge admired Bu Jinyu very much.

On the contrary, Mu Cangyun, who was sitting on the side, looked at this chubby girl, the fat all over her body fluctuated with her mood, but she didn't care at all, the eyes of the gods were already attached to the front two. On the person, he muttered with interest.

Could it be that this girl still understands things in the culinary world?

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards, and Mu Cangyun turned his head, only to see Zheng Zixu holding a lot of things and tiptoely entering through the side door.

"What are you doing?"

"Make hot pot!"

"..."

Hmph, brat, compared to me, half the time for a stick of incense has passed, no matter how hard you carve it, it's too late. Glancing at the incense, He Wei smiled coldly. His right hand is like lightning, slicing on the white radish, it is really faster than the sword light.

Cut it, cut it, boy, you're lost! Murong Mo smiled smugly and said that he had already moved his hands and feet long before the ingredients were taken out. Even if Bu Jinyu has great abilities, it is impossible to carve out anything good!

"Brush!" At the next moment, the man who stood still raised his right hand, his hand raised the knife and fell, only to see the white radish in his hand spinning, and the blade twisted away on the white radish, like a sensitive little snake , but his carving method is not very gorgeous, relatively speaking, it is very simple, and there is no trace of any changes even in the cut places.

I see! As her eyes lit up, Feng Qingge appreciated Bu Jinyu even more, she already knew what Bu Jinyu was going to sculpt.

"It's time, it's time!" Murong Mo blew at the incense, and when the incense was finished, he turned to look at the two of them.

At the same time, Bu Jinyu and He Wei stopped, and the kitchen knives in their hands were retracted, revealing what was in their hands.

But seeing the image of the Jade Buddha standing in He Wei's hands, he used the big head of the white radish as a lotus throne, and carved a lifelike, blooming lotus flower. On this throne, a man was standing half-naked, holding a white jade bottle. Leaning out, like a flying man, is really wonderful.

"High, high." Even the standing shopkeeper couldn't help but stunned for a moment, and was shocked by the swordsmanship of this hand.

Murong Mo clapped and clapped, turned his head to look at Bu Jinyu's hand, he almost burst out laughing, covered his stomach, and laughed loudly: "Haha, what are you carving, white radish, laugh to death? I am, this is the thing, I dare to call myself a swordsman."

Bu Jinyu didn't speak, the white radish in his hand was still there, not even the slag that was cut off, just a whole white radish.

"Can you tell me, you are considered a carved white radish, hahaha, it's really lifelike." Holding back his smile, Murong Mo slapped the table and mocked.

However, Bu Jinyu's expression remained the same, staring at the person opposite him coldly, and said solemnly: "Laymen still don't know what we did, why, you lost."