Monster-killing God: One trillion at the beginning

Chapter 61 He Wants to Draw an Edible Painting

"This guy really won't cry until he sees the coffin."

Nangong Yun said with disdain.

"That's enough, young man."

Zheng Xiangwen said, "It's not that we want to cause trouble for you, but there has never been an all-round chef master in our country from ancient times to the present."

"Even Yi Ya, Taihe Gong and others who were known as the masters of cooking in ancient times, they only reached the pinnacle of a certain cuisine and were therefore called masters of cooking."

"Although a master is not as good as a grandmaster, being all-round is more difficult to achieve than being a grandmaster. Our country is vast, and in addition to the eight major cuisines, there are many other branches of cuisine. What I understand as an all-round chef master is someone who has mastered all cuisines and can cook all kinds of food, and the food he cooks can reach the master level."

"Such a person can no longer be called a human being, but a god, a food god!"

Zheng Xiangwen's expression was extremely solemn.

What he said was not exaggerating.

A person's energy is limited, and it is absolutely impossible to master all cuisines.

Da da da!

Zheng Xiangwen's voice had just fallen.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a kitchen knife hitting a chopping board.

Liu Mu was seen controlling the pot with his left hand and blindly cutting a cucumber with a kitchen knife in his right hand.

The speed was so fast that the kitchen knife created an illusion.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Xiangwen was stunned.

“What amazing knife skills.”

Li Jianye said in shock, "Although I can also cut ingredients blindly, I can't do two things at the same time like him."

"He's making sauerkraut cucumbers."

Zheng Xiangwen's breathing quickened.

Shredded cucumber is a classic Shandong dish that requires very strict knife skills from the chef.

A qualified菖衣蛭, when lifted from one end, will give off a feeling of being "broken lotus root but still connected by strings".

Zheng Xiangwen is a master of Shandong cuisine, and he has been cooking the dish of蓮衣瓜 for decades.

Liu Mu ignored everyone.

He was concentrating highly at this moment.

It took him just a few seconds to cut the cucumber.

Then, he began to process other necessary ingredients.

To speed up.

He even picked up a kitchen knife in his left hand.

So everyone saw the next scene.

In front of the kitchen counter.

Knives were flying everywhere, and food ingredients were flying.

Liu Mu wielded the kitchen knife in his hand like a peerless swordsman.

Gurgle.

Zheng Xiangwen swallowed.

He was really shocked.

Li Jianye and his companions just stood there with their mouths wide open.

"Can anyone tell me if this is a special effect? Why do I feel like I saw a knife shadow?"

"The guy is right in front of you, and you say this is a special effect?"

"I take back what I said, this handsome guy is not the clown, we are the clowns."

"What amazing knife skills! I even wonder if this guy has a side job."

"A side job, killing people?"

…

The streets were in an uproar.

Absolute strength is enough to crush all doubts.

"Cut, it's just a little knife skills."

Nangong Yun said with a gloomy face, "He calls himself an all-round cooking master, and the most important thing for a master chef is not only knife skills, but also the ability to make delicious food."

"His knife skills are so good, how bad can his cooking skills be?"

"That's right. I'm optimistic about him. As for his knife skills, I think even the masters of various cuisines can't compare to him."

The crowd was not led astray by Nangong Yun.

At this moment, they were concentrating on watching Liu Muxiu's knife skills.

This gave them the feeling of watching a martial arts movie, a true visual feast.

"I can't believe he's quite good."

There was a strange light flashing in Jiang Qingyue's eyes.

If Liu Mu wasn't her competitor, she would have wanted to become Liu Mu's little fan girl.

On the road outside the street.

Qin Yiren did not leave, but sat in the car watching the live broadcast.

The live broadcast content was Liu Mu.

…

Half an hour later.

Liu Mu finally processed all the ingredients.

Then he picked up the fermented dough and walked to the drawing table beside him.

"Mr. Zheng, what is he going to do?"

Li Jianye asked in confusion.

"What else can you do with the dough besides rolling it out?"

Zheng Xiangwen rolled his eyes at Li Jianye.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Li Jianye said with embarrassment, "I saw him so absorbed in cutting vegetables that I didn't react for a while."

"Aren't you using this drawing table for painting?"

In the crowd, Shangguan Liuli frowned.

Rolling noodles on the drawing table was something she couldn't accept.

Bang!

Liu Mu did not respond to Shangguan Liuli.

I saw him slam the dough hard onto the drawing table, then pick up a one-meter-long rolling pin and start rolling the dough.

The dough became thinner and thinner, and finally the basin-sized dough was rolled into a piece of tissue paper about ten meters long and one meter wide.

"Mr. Zheng, he is a monster!"

Li Jianye looked shocked and asked, "How did he manage to roll the dough as thin as paper without it cracking?"

"Strength, skillful strength."

Zheng Xiangwen took a deep breath and said, "His use of ingenuity has reached a very terrifying level."

While Zheng Xiangwen was speaking.

Liu Mu has already started making delicious food.

Soon, a fragrance emanated from the pot.

Suddenly everyone was shocked.

boom!

The stove fire is burning.

Liu Mu held the pot in his left hand and the spoon in his right hand.

The pot and spoon seemed to have become one with him, and he constantly completed various difficult operations in his hands.

The onlookers opened their mouths uncontrollably as they watched.

As the delicious dishes came out of the pot, the sound of people swallowing their saliva could be heard from the crowd.

"No, it smells too good. I can't handle it."

"Handsome guy, give it to me, I want to eat it."

"Damn it, why does the food this guy makes seem to be glowing? Will it make my clothes explode if I eat it?"

…

"Incredible, absolutely incredible."

Zheng Xiangwen said in a trembling voice, "Mapo tofu, chopped pepper fish head, eight-treasure red sturgeon rice, honey-glazed barbecued pork... He actually made the representative dishes of each cuisine."

"Mr. Zheng, do you think this young man is really an all-round master chef?"

Li Jianye's eyes were a little dazed.

From his position, he could clearly see every dish.

Just by looking at the appearance of the dishes, you can tell how delicious these dishes are.

"If the taste of these dishes can reach the master level, then it is not an exaggeration to say that he is an all-round chef master."

Zheng Xiangwen became excited.

He walked quickly towards Liu Mu and said, "Young man, can you let me try some of these dishes?"

"Wait."

Liu Mu looked at Zheng Xiangwen expressionlessly, then he opened a multi-grid stew pot.

Inside the stew pot, there is colorful soup, which he made by boiling various ingredients.

The moment the stew pot was opened, the rich aroma spread all around, and everyone showed an expression of enjoyment.

"Young man, can you give me some soup?"

Zheng Xiangwen looked at Liu Mu pitifully.

Even he was tempted by the soup in the stew pot.

“This soup is not for drinking.”

Liu Mu walked towards the drawing table carrying the stew pot.

Under Zheng Xiangwen's puzzled gaze, Liu Mu picked up the brand new brush on the drawing table, dipped it in the soup from the stew pot, and began to paint on the tissue paper.

That's right.

He wanted to paint a picture that was edible.

“He’s painting!”

The moment Liu Mu started writing, the crowd was completely excited.

"Fuck, this guy is crazy, painting on his face, how can he think of it."

“It will be a flavorful painting.”

"I want to ask, can the soup be used as paint?"

…

"You are so bold."

Shangguan Liuli walked slowly towards Liu Mu.

Even for her, this was the first time she had seen Liu Mu's way of painting.

"Although your cooking skills seem good, painting is not cooking..."