The boy is facing away from the camera and is focusing on processing the ingredients.

Minced pork.

The yellow catfish scrapes the scales and removes the internal organs. Then the boy changes from the knife holder to a famous blade that specializes in handling fresh fish, and easily removes a whole section of the fish and keel bones.

The blade flashed again, and two tender fish pieces spread out on the desk.

The young man's hand holding the knife and even the force of the knife were extremely gentle.

Just like in a high-end Japanese food store, the Japanese food master behind the counter has a stern expression, thin and light sashimi, under the knife, like snow, the lens is aimed at one of them, and the slender whiteness of the screen is amazing.

Seeing this, Wei Zhong's pupils shrank, "This kind of knife technique..."

There is a shadow of fish in the field of vision, breaking through the waves.

Seeing the smallest knowledge is obvious.

Even after recording the image of the cooking two days after recording, Wei Zhong was still shocked by the boy's low-key but delicate knife style.

Ten fingers are trembling!

Wei Zhong took a deep breath and his expression was complicated, "Why is his sword skill... by the way, it is the blessing of the "hand of God"!"

It is the cooking skills that further enhance the teenager's micromanipulation of the limbs, especially his hands.

but……

This is a sword technique that seems to be wrapped in the will of food. Is it just because of the blessing of the "God's Hand"? Wei Zhong had a veto idea in his heart, no, it's not like this. He has at least half a gold frame of the God's Hand, and in terms of sword technique, he is not as good as the young man in the camera!

Huang He was by his side, and his expression was also extremely exciting.

His index finger was as if it was electric shocked, and it trembled.

The close-up fish fillets in the picture are revealed in a tiny bit. The flat meat texture is natural, as if fish meat is like this. After cutting, the ingredients are presented to the diners as they are and let their mouths feel the original taste...

ah.

It seemed like a live fish was penetrated with the mouth, and the fish juice filled the head. The yellow crane's arms hanged beside him were shaking even more violently.

He knew in his heart that this was the "hands of God" in response to each other.

Or rather, it is your "hand of god" that is pulled in the dark and swinging excitedly.

"His sword skills... are strong!"

Strong is just one word.

Huang He couldn't help but comment, and quickly glanced at Wei Zhong who was watching TV with his eyes wide open. He had an idea in his heart. Fortunately, it was a duel of pastry. The Xia Demon King could not show his sword skills well on pastry food, otherwise his beloved disciple would definitely be slack in terms of knife skills.

At least, Huang He, who is the Dragon Chef, felt an unspeakable threat, "How come this sword skill feels like Xia Qing's immortal shadow!"

The TV picture changes.

“It’s a shame…”

When the stove is turned on, the young man waved the spatula and opened and closed. If the aura is a mysterious thing, the bottom of the pot seems to be controlled, sometimes roaring up, sometimes like a tide quickly fading away, which is enough to show the young man's nickname "Magic of Flame".

The rice grains in the pot have turned from white to bright yellow in just over ten seconds.

But at this time, the boy suddenly stopped and the camera swept the bottles and jars in a corner of the kitchen counter. Seeing that the boy put a variety of spices into the wok and stir-fry them with rice grains, Wei Zhong clenched his fists tightly and said tremblingly: "This step has been modified by him!"

Is it unreasonable?

No.

On the contrary, the modification is too reasonable. Such rice grains and spices are fully fried, and the smell is completely melted into the rice grains. Then crush the fried rice later. The quality of the "steamed pork powder" will soar!

Why didn't Wei Zhong do this? Huang He glanced at his beloved disciple who was staring straight at him and sighed in his heart, "In addition to the explosion of flames, he is also the one who controls the spices...the emperor!"

It’s not that I don’t want to, but that I can’t do it.

After all, Wei Zhong has most of his ability in both hands, that is, the "hand of God". But the Xia Demon King in the show has the supreme cooking skills such as "explosion" and "spice inequality".

It's time to add flour to fish, pork, and pumpkin cubes.

The camera closes the camera to give the young chef a close-up of his hand movements, and the atmosphere in the ward is completely silent.

First, "dip"!

The boy gave up chopsticks and grabbed a piece of fish with his fingers. He slapped it, as if he had grabbed a small rag, and spread it down the food box on the table.

The food box is covered with Huang Cancan’s “steamed pork noodles”.

These flours are made of fried rice and crushed.

Just like a cloud descending, the boy's control over "force" is reflected here, and the camera slowly advances. The side where the fish fillet comes into contact with the dust is like the technique represented by the word "dip", falling gently and rising gently.

It seems that it does not carry a trace of clouds, but when it rises, the side of the fish fillet is covered with a faint layer of rice flour.

This layer of rice flour can be evenly applied. When you sweep it away, no matter the head and tail, it is flat. It definitely does not appear to be raised or bloated due to the accumulation of excess dust.

Then, there is the other side of the fillet.

The technique of "dip" that repeats itself.

When the fish fillets with evenly powdered evenly were rolled into the shape of a flower by the boy skillfully and inserted into the porcelain bowl shape of a pen holder.

Wei Zhong, Huang He's master and apprentice, couldn't help but say: "Dimmersed in the divine marrow!"

There is no doubt.

Only by fully understanding the traditional handicraft of Mianyang Sansteak can you powder a whole plate of fish fillets in such a light posture.

"Different raw materials, different techniques for powdering. The good or bad techniques will directly affect the taste!" Huang He said, and shook his head and his face was gloomy, "I can't find any fault!"

Egg picking the bones? Huang He has done this as much as possible, but he still got nothing.

"'roll'!"

Wei Zhong suddenly said in surprise.

It is not called Huang He Grout, but the skillful technique of referring to the young man in the picture, holding pork meatballs and rolling over the food box rice noodles.

Get the pork meatballs with powdered grains.

Unlike the powder on the fish fillet, at this step, the boy significantly increased his strength, so the pork balls "rolled" into a slightly thicker layer of dust, and the fishy red color faded a lot.

When it comes to the pumpkin block, Wei Zhong's expression collapsed at this time, "The marrow of the bump!"

Dong.

Dong.

Cut the right size of the pumpkin piece, then it was thrown up by Xia Yu and fell off again.

Every time it falls back into the food box, the pumpkin blocks will always be contaminated with dust.

The breathing, rhythm, and even techniques are not confused at all. The picture that gives people is like a piece of pumpkin, jumping again and again on the swamp of rice noodles, gradually, slowly, and finally swallowed by the swamp.

Pumpkin chunks filled with fish fillet rolls.

The meatballs covered with glutinous rice are made into flower cores, and pumpkin pieces are used as mats and placed on them.

A line of words popped up on the TV screen: "About two hours later..."

As the picture changed, there was a steaming steamer on the dining table.

The camera finally gave the young chef the face. He smiled slightly and reached out to uncover the cover of the steamer.

The fog surging.

A pure white fish flower blooms slowly in the fog.

"Wow—"

On this end of the TV, in the ward, Wei Zhong suddenly stiffened his whole body and murmured unconsciously: "It's a kaleidoscope again!"

KAKA.

The kaleidoscope of pasta turns again.

However, unlike the ultimate and gorgeous changes that "Golden Wheat" gives to the kaleidoscope, Wei Zhong only saw four alternating food scenes in this kaleidoscope-

The angry dragon!

Throne embraced by spice melody!

A sword light that teared through the sky!

as well as……

Wei Zhong looked at the golden palm falling from the sky, the thing that could be called "Dao Heart" in his heart and spirit, suddenly exploded. He heard the sound of shattering clearly, and he couldn't help but grab his heart with his hands, and a suffocation of pain drowned him:

"Lost!"

"Totally, completely lost!"

Heat, seasoning, knife skills.

Even in the proud "Hand of God", Wei Zhong found himself the ridiculous frog in the well.

What does it feel like to have my best recipe perfectly improved by others? Wei Zhong couldn't help but close his trembling eyelids, "He took my "Three Steaming and One" away!"

and……

The key he held was called "Perfect"!

Flawless!

Wei Zhong closed his eyes and lowered his head deeply, bowing his head in the air, and then, with a plop, the middle-aged man fell on the hospital bed and fell into a coma.

Chef's Heart.

Wei Zhong was lost forever.
Chapter completed!