Ouyang Xiaoyi and Yang Chen followed Bu Fang step by step, looking curiously at the bustling scene at the entrance of the alley, and the surrounding crowd made Ouyang Xiaoyi quite excited.
The boss of Fengxian Building is just not ordinary, this battle has attracted so many people, is this going to happen and all the emperors know about it
Qian Bao stood at the entrance of the alley with a smile on his face, looking at the crowds of passers-by watching the excitement, he was very happy in his heart, so many people, once the news spread that the chef of Fengxianlou won the boss of the black heart shop, The reputation of Fengxianlou will become even more popular in the imperial capital, and more and more people will come to Fengxianlou to eat at that time.
"Oh, Boss Bu, you're finally here. Look, so many people are paying attention to this knife competition, Boss Bu, don't let it go." Qian Bao said to Bu Fang who was wearing a coat with a smile on his face.
Bu Fang glanced at him with a meaningful look in his eyes. Bu Fang knew exactly what Qian Bao was up to. Didn't he just want to step on him to make Fengxian Tower famous
There is nothing wrong with this idea, because the recent reputation of the small shop is very popular in the imperial capital. If Fengxianlou can win the competition, the reputation of Fengxianlou will rise to a higher level.
But this is when Qian Bao is determined that Master Zhao's knife skills can be enough.
Bu Fang nodded, and walked to one of the tables. There were a lot of fresh ingredients on it, and heavy snow fell from the sky, covering the ingredients.
Master Zhao on the side saw Bu Fang, and drew out a broad-headed kitchen knife like a demonstration. The shiny kitchen knife was constantly spinning in his hand, and the blade reflected the brilliance.
The whistling sound of the spinning kitchen knife suddenly became very obvious in the alley, and the noisy people around them couldn't help but quiet down, holding their breaths to watch the knife competition between the two.
"Boss Bu, I have practiced knife skills for more than ten years, and I will definitely not let you down in the slightest today. I will go all out to compete with you." Master Zhao said, and then slammed the table, and there was a small round potato on the table. It was shocked and flew in the air.
Master Zhao's eyes sharpened, and the kitchen knife in his hand cut out instantly. The kitchen knife kept spinning in the air, and the sound of cutting ingredients was heard continuously.
With a sound of tearing, Master Zhao's kitchen knife sliced out, and finally stopped firmly in front of him. Slices of very smooth potato shreds were piled up on the back of the kitchen knife.
This move is very brilliant, at least the pedestrians around were shocked by this method, and they all clapped and applauded.
Master Zhao put the shredded potatoes on the plate, with a confident smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, he looked at Bu Fang provocatively.
Bu Fang was expressionless, not at all shocked by Master Zhao's volley cutting potatoes.
Ouyang Xiaoyi stood beside Bu Fang, and groaned dissatisfied with Master Zhao's provocative gaze.
"Come on, how do you compare? I'm going to go back to sleep after the competition." Bu Fang said lightly, his voice as calm as water.
But Bu Fang's plain words fell into the ears of other people, and they looked like they lacked confidence. Immediately, many people looked at Bu Fang full of playful and joking eyes, and there were even boos.
Qian Bao watched this scene very happily. The harder he stepped on the boss, the better his reputation in Fengxianlou would be.
"When we compete with knife skills, we compare three items: fast, accurate, and ruthless. The so-called fast refers to the speed of cutting ingredients. The boss should be very clear about this. Accurate means the accuracy and precision when cutting ingredients. , means dissection, dissection of meat ingredients, today we will compare these three items." After chopping the kitchen knife on the cutting board, Master Zhao solemnly said to Bu Fang.
Bu Fang nodded, without the slightest surprise, this is the only thing he can compare with knife skills.
"Then let's get started," Bu Fang said.
"Very good! Then let's start with the first item. We have prepared a hundred radishes here. How about we calculate the time it will take to cut the hundred radishes to determine the winner?" Master Zhao said.
Cutting radishes again... Bu Fang glanced at the pile of white radishes on the table, twitched the corner of his mouth, and hummed softly.
"The boss is optimistic about that step! Let's start first!" Hearing that Bu Fang agreed to come down, Master Zhao's fighting spirit soared, and the chef's robe on his body was rattling under the momentum.
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 cut everything lightly first, caught a radish and placed it on the cutting board, and then chopped down quickly with both knives, with a fast speed and a clear rhythm, da da da... less than a breath, a white radish The radishes were neatly cut into chunks. Just after cutting one radish, Master Zhao had already started preparing the second one.
Master Zhao is indeed a chef who has practiced knife skills for more than ten years. His understanding and mastery of knife skills has reached a level that many chefs cannot match. It is very difficult for ordinary people to cut radishes with such precision, let alone the skill of two knives. The speed is so fast that it is almost dizzying.
A hundred radishes were cut into chunks by Master Zhao in less than a cup of tea.
When the last piece of radish was cut, Master Zhao chopped it on the chopping board with both knives at the same time, took a step back and let out a long breath, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
There were bursts of exclamations and applause all around in an instant, which greatly satisfied Master Zhao's vanity. He believed that Bu Fang's knife skills could never be compared.
"Boss Bu, it's your turn!" Master Zhao said aggressively.
Bu Fang glanced at him, shook his head imperceptibly, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Since you're looking for death, I'll let you do it. The system asks you to teach you how to be a human being. If you don't come up with some means...it's not justified." Bu Fang murmured, and then he didn't use the golden keel kitchen knife, but took an ordinary one. kitchen knife.
Playing a not-so-luxurious knife, Bu Fang flicked the blade lightly, then nodded.
"Then start the timer!" Qian Bao said with a smile on the side, his face was full of confidence, Master Zhao could almost be said to have played super long today, and his performance was very impressive.
"Well, let's start." Bu Fang said lightly, then stretched out his hand, and the true energy surged to the palm of his hand, and slammed it on the table. He controlled the true energy not to destroy the table, but to The radishes on the table rushed up one after another, floating above the sky.
hum...
Bu Fang's eyes were as sharp as the eyes of a falcon in an instant, and his whole person's aura changed in an instant.
A hundred radishes were suspended in the air, and then the kitchen knife in Bu Fang's hand began to rotate automatically. The speed of the rotation made people feel a little chilly.
Pooh! Pooh!
Everyone was dumbfounded, and then looked at the scene in front of them with disbelief. In their field of vision, everything around them seemed to disappear, leaving only a hundred floating radishes, and roads from A streamer of light exploded in the darkness, like meteors piercing the night sky one by one, streaking across these radishes one after another.
When the darkness dissipated, everyone's vision recovered, and then they discovered that the hundred radishes suspended in the air burst into pieces one after another, and each piece was cut into cube-sized diced radishes. Compared with Master Zhao's, it is more compact and exquisite...
Crash!
As if it was raining radish, Bu Fang was holding a basket with one hand, and the fallen radish fell into the basket one after another. Finished the first test.
It takes time... four breaths, and that's counting the time it takes for the radish to fall into the basket.
The momentary silence of the alley could be heard as a needle fell, and everyone was staring blankly at Bu Fang. The confident smile on Master Zhao's face had already froze, making him look as ridiculous as a clown.
Looking at Bu Fang's indifferent face, Master Zhao seemed to have ten thousand roast suckling pigs running past... Nima! Are you a knife worker? Is it absolutely forced to hang up? !