I say this knife is small because it is compared to ordinary kitchen knives.
In fact, this knife is not as big as a fruit knife.
In terms of specifications, it is a bit close to the scalpel in the hand of a doctor.
The light "scalpel" was extremely agile in Dongfang Luyong's hands, and afterimages danced in the air.
The noodle pieces were quickly cut into needle-like thickness by the ultimate knife skills, and then slowly fell into the pot.
This can be said to be the most gorgeous knife work on the scene, which amazed countless people.
But the behavior of these people is far less flashy than that of one person.
Ji San from the Ji family looked solemn and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.
After adjusting his breathing, he suddenly shouted loudly, drew countless phantoms with his palms, and slapped the dough continuously.
"So fast!"
"With such frequency of beating, the noodles made by this person must be quite chewy!"
"I bet that Ji San will win this competition!"
Hearing the exclamation in his ears, Ji San felt proud on his face.
He glanced at Ye Hong provocatively and thought to himself: Maybe our Ji family will never be able to avenge the ancient martial arts, but I, Ji San, will defeat you today. I am disgusting and disgusting!
Ji San is the third-ranked descendant of the Ji family with a foreign surname, and his Xingyiquan strength is second only to Ling Yan, who is first, and Ji Er, who is second.
Now he is equivalent to opening a physics plug-in and integrating Xingyi Quan into the noodle making process.
Liu Yijin looked at Ji San's actions in astonishment, and suddenly raised his hands and shouted: "Judges, this person used ancient martial arts in the competition. This is naked cheating!"
Fang Yaoting frowned, went to Mo Tianlin's side and exchanged a few words with him, then nodded and returned to the field.
He said expressionlessly: "There is no such taboo in the rules this time, so it is not a foul for Ji San's player."
"Damn it!" Liu Yijin punched the table angrily, and suddenly covered his heart in pain, as if he was so angry that his heart ached.
After hearing Fang Yaoting's words, Ji San was even more certain of winning.
However, at this moment, Ye Hong suddenly glanced at Ji San lightly.
This understatement made Ji San's expression freeze.
"He, is he going to attack me!?"
The tragic scene of the death of the old family leader kept reappearing in Ji San's mind, making him tremble all over, and the movements of his hands were confused for half a beat.
Just this half-beat made the dough fly out of Ji San's hand.
"No!"
Looking at the dough falling to the ground, Ji San felt like crying.
Although there is unlimited supply of ingredients, now that the race is halfway through, it is too late for Ji San to start from scratch.
In desperation, Ji San had to raise his hands with a look of grief and anger: "Abstain."
"Contestant Ji San has withdrawn from the God of Cooking competition."
Fang Yaoting's loud voice announced the birth of Ji San, the first eliminated person in this competition.
Countless people lamented over this, but no one understood the anguish in Ji San's heart.
It was the shadow of Ye Hong that led to his failure.
If this reason were known, it would surely make him even more embarrassed.
Therefore, Ji San did not dare to stay any longer and left the competition venue dejectedly.
While the representative of his own family was eliminated first, Ji Chuan Shuo, the head of the family, showed no regrets or anger at all, and still had a pleasant conversation with Yao Kuang, the head of the Yao family on the side.
However, his eyes were looking at the masked man Dongfang Luyong in the field.
"Ding! Trigger the entry-level multitasking ability!"
After Ye Hong eliminated Ji San, he continued to observe the woman in black, Fifth Qinglan, distractedly.
From this woman, Ye Hong could detect something strange from time to time.
(End of chapter)