Naruto Big Foodie

Chapter 867

Chapter 867

From the corner of Jiu I Zhaoji's eyes, I also looked at Yang Ming from time to time, secretly proud in my heart.

It seems that I will win this competition!

Just when the outside world was disturbing, Yang Ming showed a calm expression on his face.

"It's okay, let me show them what food is!"

"Itachi, go to the refrigerator to see if there is any frozen tofu. If you have any, bring it here. I'll shred it first, it's easier."

"Simpler???"

Uchiha Itachi was stunned for a moment, even a layman like him knows that the most difficult thing is to shred it. Of course, I said this from the bottom of my heart. Hearing this, I went to the refrigerator to search for it. Sure enough, I found frozen tofu. Hand over what's in your hand.

Yang Ming took the tofu and stretched out his hand suddenly.

"call"

Breathing out a breath of cold air from his mouth, Yang Ming already had an ice skate made of condensed ice in his hand.

The cold air spread around him around him, Jiu Wo Zhaoji kept observing Yang Ming from the corner of his eyes, even if he was caught off guard, he shivered, and his eyes were even more shocked.

Jiu I Zhaoji has been a chef for so many years, and I have seen all kinds of wonderful cooking dishes, but I have never seen this scene!

Skates made of ice?

Am I living in a dream?

Jiuwo Zhaoji looked dazed and bewildered, even though the little girl and the guests next to him called him, he didn't respond. The ice skate in Yang Ming's hand was icy all around, and a gust of cold air drifted out from the kitchen door, with a similarly bewildered look on his face.

Then, there was an uproar!

"My God! Is this a movie! How can there be such realistic special effects?"

"Stupid you! Don't you see that's a chef?"

"Huh? Really, why have I never seen him before, what is he cooking?"

"I'm also curious about what he made, and I'll try to order one next time."

"I want it too, it's rare in my life!"

"After you said it, I suddenly longed for it."

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ming started to act.

First unseal the packaged lactone tofu, then turn it over and cut off a corner, then gently pat the bottom of the box with the blade of a knife, and finally lift the box slowly.

In this way, the tofu is poured on the chopping board intact.

After finishing all this, Yang Ming officially opened the cut.

A piece of tofu is cut into thousands of shreds, and each shred is uniform in thickness and does not disperse. This is the basic requirement!

Yang Ming's eyes were fixed, and he waved his right arm lightly, leaving a phantom in the air.

The crowd widened their eyes.

Swish!

Swish!

The skates kept waving in the air, and the ice crystals falling slowly were very dazzling.

I saw Yang Ming holding the ice blade, hanging his wrist and slicing. With one stroke, he was extremely decisive. With one stroke after another, slices were quickly born.

"So proficient, good knife skills, good knife!"

Jiuwo Zhaoji's eyes lit up, and he said three good words in a row.

Not to mention him, even the guests watching this scene were stunned by Yang Ming's actions.

The knife work has a very artistic aesthetic feeling, even for laymen, it feels so powerful and magical when looking at it.

Everyone's eager gazes were not within Yang Ming's attention, and were even automatically filtered.His mind was completely immersed in the slice.

Da da da……

The ice knife slices the special frozen tofu, and every time the knife falls, it will lightly touch the chopping board and make a pleasant sound.

The guests watching did not have great cooking skills, but at this moment, watching Yang Ming cut the tofu, there was a melodious feeling like sitting in an opera house enjoying a musical.

This person is actually cooking, but it seems to be composing music.

Yang Ming concentrated his attention, holding the ice skates, hanging his wrists high, and felling the knife accurately, every piece of tofu cut was evenly thick.

"The slicing is done, and the next step is shredding."

Suddenly, Yang Ming murmured to himself, and with a turn of the blade, he went from slicing slowly to shredding at high speed.

The rhythm changed suddenly, as if the music entered a climax!

The people watching around didn't react until this time, and they were all secretly shocked when they peeked at each other.

This knife skill is much better than the most powerful Kuga Zhaoji here!

It was really shocking that this chef, whom he had never met before, was hiding everything until this time.

But after seeing this knife skill, everyone has high expectations for the dishes made by Yang Ming, hoping to bring them surprises!

"My God, how did you do it?!"

When the shredding was finished, Teruki Kuga, who had witnessed the whole process, opened his mouth wide in shock, his face full of disbelief.

The large piece of special tofu on the chopping board has disappeared at this moment. Instead, it is neatly arranged, each one slightly thicker than a hair, thousands of tofu shreds!

Unbelievable, this turned out to be food made with just a kitchen knife.

"Huh... It's much easier than before."

Yang Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled slightly and talked to himself.

When the people around heard it, they were speechless and choked up. How easy is this?

Just looking at it, their hearts are in their throats, and they are always afraid that a one-size-fits-all mistake will cause disasters to all shredded tofu and destroy the beauty.

However, in fact, Yang Ming did feel more relaxed than before.

He knew the reason very well. It wasn't that his knife skills had suddenly increased, but the changes brought about by ice skates.

This ice knife is really beyond expectations, not to mention sharp, just the fact that it does not stick to the blade when cutting tofu is enough to stand out from the crowd.

Carefully put the tofu shreds into a large bowl filled with warm water, Yang Ming began to process the pork.

After opening the refrigerator, he quickly took out the pork. There was quite a lot of pork, probably weighing two to three kilograms. After picking it up, Yang Ming put it on the cutting board.

Then, he put a piece of pork directly on his left hand, while his right hand held an ice skate.

Brush brush brush brush!

The speed at which Yang Ming swung the knife was really fast, flowing freely, without any sense of obstruction.

And after Yang Ming swung the knife, slices of meat also flew out and landed on the plate.

A piece of pork was completely cut up by Yang Ming in about twenty seconds.

If you look carefully, the pork on the plate is shining with a special luster, and each piece of meat is also very even and transparent, full of a different kind of beauty.

Seeing Yang Ming's posture of cutting meat, the guests who watched couldn't help being a little crazy.

"I can learn this chef's knife skills for ten years!"

"I admire this knife skill. Cutting pork is like cutting dough."

"The way he wields a knife is also so handsome and powerful, I like it very much."

"Nonsense, such an amazing knife skill, such a handsome chef, no one is crazy."

(End of this chapter)