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The crowd's cheers, under Lang Chuan's shouts, gradually subsided.

Lang Chuan heaved a sigh of relief. If the provocation and humiliation had continued for a while longer, he would have been unable to control himself and would have rushed down with his blade.

F * ck, I'm going to chop you shameless hooligans into pieces! Lang Chuan cursed in his heart.

After it had finally passed, Lang Chuan no longer had that kind of atmosphere. The little bit of grievance he had left had also turned into a conviction that he would definitely win.

Right now, the bone selection had been completed. There were still two things left to look at, one was cutting silk with water tofu, the other was mashing mutton, and it was even thicker and more viscous. This was truly a test of his master's ability.

Two waiters brought the ingredients. Zhang Yitian and Lang Chuan each had a piece of Water Tofu, and each of them had a small piece of lamb leg meat that had been shaved until only fine meat remained.

Zhang Yitian was still not in a hurry to make his move, his eyes never left Lang Chuan who was at the side.

Reaching out his hand in a friendly manner, Zhang Yitian said to Lang Chuan: "Mr Lam, you go first.

Lang Chuan glared at Zhang Yitian as his heart began to churn violently. He said angrily, "I will do it, you know how to debone, but you may not have to do anything else! "Cut the silk with tofu, and chop the mutton into pieces. It's a delicate process, watch carefully!"

Zhang Yitian nodded his head, his face still.

With that said, he moved. Lang Chuan's eyes were still staring at Zhang Yitian, his left hand was already holding onto the kitchen knife, his right hand was also holding onto the tofu from the tray.

For a Chinese cuisine chef, knife skills could definitely be considered a wonder in this world. No matter what kind of ingredients were used, as long as they were given a knife, they would be able to achieve an effect that you would never expect.

Cutting the tofu sounded simple, but when it came to actual practice, he knew the difficulty. The tofu was soft and tender, and it was difficult to cut it out, let alone cut out the thin silk.

The difficulty was not doubling, but increasing by a dozen times.

And it was also because of this that Lang Chuan didn't move quickly from the start. Every slash was slow and lengthy, only hoping to cut out the thinnest piece, before making the thinnest thread.

From the moment Lang Chuan brandished his blade, Zhang Yitian had been staring intently, the serious look on his face was not one bit inferior to the shocked spectators.

"My God! Look at that thin piece of tofu, it's almost transparent! "

"Now you see this kid is dumbfounded!" He had probably never seen this kind of saber art in his life before, right? Look, he's completely dumbfounded! "

"I bet on Lang Chuan winning this game, if he loses, I'll bite the railing …"

"Tsk, come on, I didn't see you bite …"

Zhang Yitian had clearly seen every single one of Lang Chuan's movements. Lang Chuan was indeed worthy of being a top-notch chef. The level of his knife skills had even shocked Zhang Yitian.

It was just that Zhang Yitian's Celestial Force Art was now even more abnormal. This spell looked inconspicuous but in the process of recording and imitating, it had automatically eliminated any flaws in the movements of the person being imitated, and when the person had mastered the skills at the end of the process, they were basically the most perfect movements after being optimized. Every move and every move could be treated as a model in the teaching materials!

Zhang Yitian was unavoidably excited in his heart, the way each of his movements moved seemed to be repeating itself in his mind, to the extent of being one millimeter accurate.

Zhang Yitian's eyes were still staring at Lang Chuan's hands, but his hands had already begun to move.

Without even looking, Zhang Yitian subconsciously took the water tofu off to the side, the blade in his right hand actually moved.

"F * ck!" What was this kid doing? Without even looking, aren't you afraid of cutting off your hands? " Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Lang Chuan's attention was also distracted by the cry, he sighed, then quickly stopped his kitchen knife and looked towards Zhang Yitian's direction.

With just that one glance, Lang Chuan's eyeballs almost popped out, because the speed of Zhang Yitian's hands was as smooth as cutting potatoes. However, the final piece of tofu that was cut out was even more exquisite and beautiful than what Lang Chuan had meticulously done.

What made him the most speechless was that from the beginning till the end, Zhang Yitian's eyes had never even landed on his hand that was cutting vegetables, and had instead, looked in his direction in a daze.

Lang Chuan's face was immediately filled with astonishment, he raised his head and looked at Zhang Yitian, who was also looking at him, and finally smiled with narrowed eyes.

Lang Chuan was so shocked that he almost threw his blade away.

Zhang Yitian hadn't even looked at it since the beginning, and his hands still maintained such speed … Isn't this way too f * cking overpowering?

Lang Chuan felt a burst of disappointment in his heart, and the kitchen knife in his hand dropped onto the chopping board.

Zhang Yitian had already thoroughly learnt Lang Chuan's actions of cutting vegetables, and in the blink of an eye, his level of mastery had already surpassed Lang Chuan's highest.

This change surprised even Zhang Yitian, he never thought that this world could actually be so fun …

He raised his hand and raised the knife. After slicing, he cut the silk with the knife. All the complicated movements were completed in one go. The delicate tofu was as solid as vegetables under Zhang Yitian's hands, as if it was a radish potato. It was not affected at all by the pressure of the blade.

Zhang Yitian shocked everyone once again. When Zhang Yitian transformed the tofu into a ball of milky white silk, and turned the tofu into a ball of milky white silk in the water, Lang Chuan wasn't even done yet.

Lang Chuan was so nervous that his hands were trembling, and the tofu he sliced out was no longer in order.

In his panic, Lang Chuan became even more anxious. Seeing Zhang Yitian staring at him happily, Lang Chuan's breathing became ragged.

Upstairs, in the instant that Zhang Yitian finished his work, thunderous applause sounded out one by one.

There was no lack of people cheering loudly, nor was there a lack of cursing and ridiculing Lang Chuan. The loud noise simply wanted to tear down the roof.

Lang Chuan's eyes looked like they were on fire, he threw the kitchen knife in his hand, rolled twice with a clank and fell to the ground.

"What are you yelling for?" Lang Chuan scolded without thinking, "You guys are happy to see laozi make a fool of myself, right?"

Lang Chuan could not win in a duel, but he still scolded him after turning his face? This was incredible! Someone from the crowd started firing, "How did you get the provincial champion title? You didn't ask the judges to rub it together, did you? "

Pointing at that direction, Lang Chuan really wanted to pick up the kitchen knife and go over there.

But thinking about it, if he really did that, he would still be afraid. The more he received, the more he would be afraid of losing it.

This was what Lang Chuan was thinking right now. The depression in his heart made Lang Chuan think of ways to regain his lost face. However, regardless of whether it was the first time he had cut the bone or the current cut silk, he had not gained the slightest bit of advantage. Instead, he had completely lost his face.

Lang Chuan blushed, in his heart he still had a bit of hope. In terms of blade technique, it seemed like he would not be able to catch up to Zhang Yitian even if he practiced for another ten or so years. Right now, he could only place all his hopes on the fire.

After making up his mind, he looked at the gloating guests, the anger in Lang Chuan's heart lessened.

Forget about the meat mince, he was probably asking to be humiliated too. Lang Chuan directly walked to the side of the host, who was still deep in thought after seeing Zhang Yitian's blade, and only regained his senses after being pushed a few times by Lang Chuan.

"Hehe …" "Amazing, truly amazing!" The host was still muttering to himself.

Seeing that Lang Chuan's face was about to turn frosty, the host withdrew his smile in embarrassment.

"In a while, the lamb meat will be broken with a machine!" Lang Chuan said coldly.

"Hmm?" The host was somewhat baffled: "Isn't that also one of the matches? Does everyone still want to see it? "

In Lang Chuan's eyes, the host was simply brainless. He had already lost so badly, could it be that he was blind? If they were to compare blade techniques again, the Wild Goose would not be in the pot for it later.

After looking for a few reasons, Lang Chuan wanted to explain, but the host looked like he was going to die here. He also looked for a bunch of reasons to return the favor.

Lang Chuan's cheeks twitched from anger, she could no longer hold it in and shouted at the host: "Are you f * * king done yet? If I say we can't compete against this, then we can't compete against this! "

The host's face turned red from the shouting and clicked his tongue: "But everyone …. "They're all waiting to see …"

Lang Chuan poked the head of the host and said fiercely: "What the f * ck are you looking at! I admit defeat, okay? Ah? Satisfied! "

The host scratched his head, since Lang Chuan had already said it, he could only give up. After explaining everything to the hundreds of people who were watching the show, the host said in front of everyone: "Let's enter the next stage."

As the host was speaking, Lang Chuan had already made his move.

The mutton paste that was smashed by the machine was also brought up by the server, and with each serving, Zhang Yitian imitated Lang Chuan's movements and methods. He first picked up a small piece of mutton paste, and twisted it into a flat shape in his hand.

After rubbing dozens of them, he stuffed them all into the young goose's empty flesh …

Only now did Lang Chuan have a trace of a smile on his face, because some time ago, a small, creamy, yellow, egg-sized, cloth bag had actually appeared in his hand.

This was Lang Chuan's exclusive secret recipe, and was his own creation of a seasoning bag. He could make a name for himself in Linyi's kitchen class only by relying on this small bag of seasoning.

A mere small packet of seasoning had congealed the blood and sweat that Lang Chuan had worked so hard for dozens of years. After he had won the famous chef competition in the province, there were some people who offered a price of two million just to buy his exclusive secret recipe, but he rejected them in the end.

This was something that he had to settle down for. How could Lang Chuan sell it so easily? And now, he was counting on the dozens of seasonings in the cloth bag to fight against Zhang Yitian with all his might.

But Lang Chuan was very confident in his trump card. What he did not understand, he naturally did not know, but Lang Chuan knew exactly how powerful his treasure was.

Seeing Lang Chuan sneering at him, Zhang Yitian was a little surprised, he knew that there was a ghost inside. Of course, he also noticed the mysterious bag.

Zhang Yitian immediately thought that this must be Lang Chuan's secret weapon!

Zhang Yitian thought in his heart: At least if you match the ingredients face to face, I can still learn a thing or two. If this bag is in there, what do you want me to do?