"What about you, you have your way."

“I have my way too.”

Xia Yu turned his eyes to Liu Ying, and then he realized that the little girl held the chopsticks in her hands, and her big eyes were hoping to stare at him.

"Mr. Xia, what is your knife skills?"

Liu Ying is a curious baby.

Xia Yu was about to answer, but unexpectedly, a female voice sneered and laughed out loud.

"His sword skills?"

"In terms of comprehensive cooking skills, I admit that it is far inferior to you. You can easily defeat you head-on, but in terms of sword skills, I never fear anyone, even if the other party is a real dragon chef!"

"puff!"

Xia Yu was also amused.

Has Lei Aoxue really seen the Dragon Chef's sword technique? He is arrogant.

He had seen the old man's sword technique, it was a painting.

Lei Aoxue's sword technique also has artistic conception, which is true, but her canvas is occupied by lotus flowers, and other materials are invisible, with no highlights, which is not in line with Xia Yu's cooking philosophy at all.

You know, the old man's "kind sword technique" is that the countless swords in his body are still dancing gracefully and the posture is as elegant as a phoenix. Isn't the soul of the scroll?

This is the essential difference!

"What are you laughing at?" The sensitive and fragile string in Lei Aoxue's heart was repeatedly teased. Tsk, the thrilling anger was afraid that it would be overflowing and about to go wild.

Xia Yu has no birds.

He patted Liu Ying's head and rubbed her palms casually on her soft hair. Xia Yu felt that it was necessary for his elder disciple to inherit his cooking philosophy and not be abducted by Lei Aoxue's "Dao Dao Lotus". He embarked on a path of no turning back. Therefore, he met Liu Yingqiji's big eyes and smiled and said, "My knife skills are not as good as Lei Aoxue, but he has his own style. You should like Sakura!"

"I promise!"

Blinked at Liu Ying.

After saying that, he stood in front of the kitchen counter, where this was the chef's position.

Scan the remaining ingredients on the kitchen counter.

"Well, enough to make a 'Xia Qiandao Silk Banana'!"

Swish!

It’s pouring the gluten flour from the top.

Zhonggang flour is the ordinary flour you come into contact with in daily life, suitable for making Chinese desserts, such as noodles, buns and dumplings.

Xia Yu is not a little white on the dough. First, he adjusted the batter, washed a small basin, filled with flour, and added more lemon juice. Then Xia Yu faced the sink, twisted the faucet, and washed his hands carefully.

His serious face gave people an inexplicable sense of piety, and he had a chef's temperament.

After cleaning it several times until you make sure there is no dirt in the cracks of your nails. Your hands are as delicate and fair as works of art, Xia Yu took out a tissue, sucked away the water marks on his hands, discarded chopsticks and other mixing tools, and inserted them directly into the basin and pounded the flour and lemon juice inside.

The movements are extremely gentle.

Even Xia Yu closed his eyes slightly, and his face was enjoying. He was catching flour and lemon juice in the movement of his palms, gradually condensing and changing.

No vision is needed, the "skin" of his hands has become his fine observation instrument.

In the head, the dusty flour gradually turned into paste liquid in the pot.

"Tick..."

Wonderful voice.

A drop of lemon juice carrying the refreshing and original flavor seemed to drip into the depths of the spirit. Xia Yu shivered and a red tide appeared on his side.

"Hmph, it's mysterious!"

Lei Aoxue is very unaware of Xia Yu's method of replacing mixing tools with both hands. Although it is purely handmade and the chef has a greater operating space, she does not think that kneading and pinching the flour with both hands can make the quality of the batter change qualitatively. But in fact, those hands are really given "magic". Today, Lei Aoxue's cooking three views are destined to be impacted.

"Mr. Xia... seems to be very focused and enjoyable!" Liu Ying noticed Xia Yu's expression and was stunned, her eyes were full of the figure of her master.

It takes only two or three minutes to mix the batter.

Then, it was kneading the dough. Xia Yu still used his hands, bang bang bang. The white dough that was only the size of a bowl on the chopping board seemed to be regarded as a toy similar to plasticine. His hands were very naughty and tricky, and he kneaded into many strange shapes.

From beginning to end, Xia Yu had a slightly playful smile on his lips, and his childlike innocence was still there.

Fun.

Still want to continue playing?

From the perspective of the bystander, Xia Yu seemed to be working on toys instead of cooking. Her cooking style was very free and unruly, so the kitchen atmosphere suddenly became relaxed. Liu Ying and Liu's mother were influenced by the rhythm of his hands and had a quiet smile on her face.

Lei Aoxue's tense facial lines tend to be unable to control and ease.

"What a strange pair of hands!"

Leaving his head and no longer looking at those hands, Lei Aoxue's mouth barely maintained the cold curve just now.

The anger in my heart disappeared completely at some point.

Dongdong!

And the heartbeat is extremely fast.

Looking sideways, he observed that Xia Yu had finished kneading the dough, and took the rolling pin, pressed the dough into a piece of dough, and then held the knife in his right hand... Seeing this, Lei Aoxue's heartstrings were tense, "Knife! His knife skills are weaknesses, and there is no mistake in this. It is the conclusion I came to see the video of his past cooking!"

Swish-

The sword flashed away.

More silent and softer than hers.

Straws of silk spread out, but Lei Aoxue suddenly turned pale, "No, it's not right!"

In the field of vision, there is a terrifying edge flashing, but the eyes don’t feel stinging, and the mood will not feel the oppression of facing sharp weapons.

easy.

A gentle knife.

I am afraid that if I put such a sword technique on my neck, it will be difficult for me to feel disobedient, right?

A word suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, and suddenly, Lei Aoxue sweated coldly all over his body.

That's right.

Xia Yu is cooking the third 'Thousand Island Noodle Shredded Banana'.

The recipe process has almost no change, but it is more meticulous and gentle in handling the batter and dough.

Oh, by the way, peel and chop the tomatoes and chop them, and cut the bananas off the head and tail, and the knife skills also made a small appearance, but the time was too short, far less than as long as Xia Yu cut the thousand-slide noodles just now.

About 10 minutes later, Xia Yu used chopsticks to pick up golden "desserts" from the boiling oil pan, stacked them onto the plate, sprinkled Qiandao sauce and lemon zest, so his cooking was completed.

"Everyone, have a look and see what's the difference!" Xia Yu said with a smile on the table.

Liu Ying, Liu Feng, and Liu's mother and his family immediately surrounded him.

"No! Not right at all!"

A slightly sharp voice shouted.

Lei Aoxue looked at the boy in disbelief.

The face was hot.

She is a master of sword skills, how could she not tell that Xia Yu's sword skills were compared with him in the past, and she seemed to have a completely different style and atmosphere.

Thinking of her definite belief that this guy had poor skills and that she even commented like this, Lei Aoxue was slapped in the face and was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to drill down.

However, when she was extremely embarrassed and annoyed, Lei Aoxue became even more angry and his delicate body shook, "Your knife skills are obviously so excellent, why haven't you shown it?"

Xia Yu was very funny.

"Because, my knife skills have never been the best, I have a more suitable heat and seasoning cooking skills." He shrugged his shoulders and replied.

"…you, you!"

Lei Aoxue was speechless.

"And..." Xia Yu was about to say that his sword skills had only changed recently, but Liu Ying pulled his sleeves and drooled at the corner of her mouth, pointing to the crispy banana freshly baked on the table, "Mr. Xia, I want to eat it!"

"Then eat it, don't be polite!"

Patting Liu Ying's head, Xia Yu also picked up a pair of chopsticks and a steaming fried banana. He was about to send it to his mouth, but Lei Aoxue, who was in the corner of his eyes, stared at him closely.

stare--

A kind of inexplicable stare is funny.

"You want to eat too? Come on!"

Take a few steps forward.

"No, don't eat!"

Women with long legs retreat step by step, with a panic expression.

"Don't be polite!"

Lei Aoxue was forced to the corner and his body was tightly attached to the cabinet.

A pair of chopsticks stretched straight towards her moist lips, with long and thick golden crisp bananas on it.

"Stop resisting, I said before, my sword skills are not the same as you, or the concepts are fundamentally different, you will know it when you eat them!" The boy blinked and smiled mysteriously, "Do you want to see my sword skills world?"

"You will get enjoyment!"

The lips change as they speak. When it comes to "enjoyment", Xia Yu's heart is another little demon holding a fork spear, making a prank laughter-

That's training!
Chapter completed!