Zhou Xing recalled that when he was in his twenties, he had just changed from a kitchen helper to a chef. At that time, he had always lacked self-confidence. After all, his master had always said that he was stupid, that he was too slow to learn, and that he had no self-confidence, but the young man in front of him had already reached his level of cooking?
He thought for a moment and said, "in that case, little brother, you can cook a dish for me first."
Wu Lai nodded immediately without any reason.
He walked over there and frowned immediately. The stove was very simple and there were not many spare tools. It was just a pot, a stove and a knife.
What Wu Lai cares about most is that the cutting board has been for years, but there are no knife marks on it, and it is as smooth as a mirror.
It's not like a chopping block that a chef often uses.
Wu Lai's hand touched the chopping block and closed his eyes.
This is definitely a cutting board that is used every day!
"By the way, little brother, my chopping block is precious. Don't leave any traces on it." Zhou Xing's voice just sounded.
Wu Lai smiled. He already knew what happened to the cutting board.
It is used every day, but the strength of each knife of Zhou Xing falling on the chopping block is appropriate and will not leave any traces, which makes the chopping block look so smooth.
This is the degree to which knife workers and power are well controlled. It may be difficult for other chefs, but in Wu Lai's eyes, this is pediatrics.
When Wu Lai held the handle of the knife, he was stunned. He actually felt a little different will from the handle!
Although very weak, Wu Lai can be sure that this knife should be the kitchen knife that has been with Zhou Xing for more than 40 years!
Skill is close to Tao. When something reaches the extreme, there will be qualitative changes. Maybe this is the reason for the faint will on this knife.
Zhou Xing's eyes instantly solidified, and Wu Lai's eyes did not move, and he did not leave.
There are many ingredients in the kitchen. Zhou Xing usually studies new dishes when he is free. Everything is very fresh, and it is the best outside.
Wu Lai used his knife.
skimming over the surface.
The kitchen knife that flew in his hands in ordinary days now turns into countless knife shadows in Wu Lai's hands!
"Good knife, it seems that this little brother is not only a cook, but also a martial artist." Zhou Xing understood why Wu Lai could have such high attainments when he was so young. Once he had the foundation of martial arts, he had advantages that ordinary people could not do in terms of knife craftsmanship and food processing.
This is the so-called talent, which he never had.
"Not bad." The old master nodded, "keep looking."
After the knife work, it was dealt with. Wu Lai's every action was as if it had come out of the textbook, without any mistakes. It was exactly the same as what was said in the book, and there was no deviation. But it was like this, Zhou Xing finally frowned.
"Well, what do you see?" The old master asked.
"Well, if it's right, everything about him seems to be formulaic. The flavor he makes can definitely surpass countless people, but in this, he lacks emotion and details."