Rebirth as a Cooking God

The boy has his back to the camera and is focusing on processing the ingredients.

Mince the pork.

After scraping the scales and removing the internal organs of the yellow catfish, the young man changed the blade from the knife holder to a brand-name knife specially designed for handling fresh fish, and easily removed a whole section of the fish keel.

The blade flashed again, and two pieces of fresh fish meat were spread out on the table.

The young man's hand holding the knife, and even the force with which he slashed the knife, were extremely gentle.

Just like in a high-end Japanese food store, the Japanese food master behind the counter has a serious expression. The thin and light sashimi slices are like snow piled up under the knife. The camera zooms in on one of them, and the slender white color fills the screen. People marvel.

Seeing this, Wei Zhong's pupils shrank, This kind of sword skill...

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

Know the smallest details.

Even through the screen, watching this cooking video two days after recording, Wei Zhong was still shocked by the young man's low-key but delicate knife skills.

My fingers are trembling!

Wei Zhong took a deep breath with a complicated expression, Why does his sword skill... by the way, it's the blessing of the Hand of God!

It was the cooking skills that further improved the boy's ability to micro-manipulate his limbs, especially his hands.

but……

Is this a knife skill that seems to contain the will of the ingredients, just because of the blessing of the Hand of God? Wei Zhong had a veto in his heart. No, that's not the case. At least he, who has the hand of a half-gold-framed god, is not as good as the young man in the camera in terms of swordsmanship!

Huang He was beside him, his expression equally wonderful.

The index finger trembled like an electric shock.

The close-up of the fish fillet in the picture shows every detail, and the smooth texture of the meat is natural, as if the fish meat is like this. After cutting, the original appearance of the ingredients is presented to the eyes of the diners, allowing the mouth to feel the original taste. …

ah.

It seemed as if a live fish had penetrated his mouth, and the fish juice filled his head. Huang He's arms hanging by his sides were shaking even more.

He knew in his heart that this was the interaction between the hands of God.

Or rather, it is one's own god's hand that is swaying excitedly due to some mysterious pull. Swing and swing.

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 straight. He had an idea in his heart. Fortunately, it was a pastry showdown. The Summer Demon King couldn't show off his sword skills on the pastry halberd. Otherwise, The beloved disciple will definitely be reduced to scum in terms of sword skills.

At least Huang He, who was the dragon chef, felt an unspeakable threat, How come this sword skill has the shadow of that old immortal Xia Qing!

The TV screen changes.

Hey...

Turning on the stove fire, the young man waved the spatula, opening and closing the pot widely. If the aura is a mysterious thing, the circles under the pot seemed to be controlled. Sometimes they roared up, and sometimes they quickly receded like the tide of fireworks, which is enough to illustrate the young man's flame. The sorcerer's nickname was given.

The rice grains in the pot turned from white to brilliant yellow in just ten seconds.

But at this moment, the young man suddenly stopped, and the camera panned to the bottles and jars on the corner of the kitchen table. Seeing the young man putting various spices into the wok and stir-frying them with the rice grains, Wei Zhong clenched his fists tightly and said in a trembling voice: This step was modified by him!

Unreasonable?

No.

On the contrary, the modification is too reasonable. The rice grains and spices are fully fried, and the smell is completely integrated into the rice grains. After a while, the rice is crushed and fried, and the quality of the 'steamed pork powder' made will be greatly improved!

Why didn't Wei Zhong do this? Huang He glanced at his beloved disciple, who was staring blankly, and sighed inwardly, In addition to the explosive flames, he also controls spices...the emperor!

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

After all, most of Wei Zhong's abilities lie in his hands, the Hands of God. But the Summer Demon King in the show has extremely high-heat cooking skills such as Explosive Flame and Spice Inequality.

It’s time to flour the fish, pork, and pumpkin pieces.

The camera zoomed in to give a close-up of the young chef's hand movements, and the atmosphere in the ward was completely silent.

First, dip!

The young man abandoned his chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish with his fingers. With a snap, it was like grabbing a small rag and spread it on the food box on the table.

The food box is filled with golden steamed meat powder.

These powders are made by frying and grinding rice.

Just like clouds descending, the young man's control of strength is fully demonstrated here. The camera slowly advances, and the side of the fish fillet in contact with the dust is just like the technique represented by the word dipping. And fall, rise gently.

It doesn't seem to carry a trace of cloud, but when it rises, this side of the fish fillet is already covered with a light layer of rice noodles.

This layer of rice flour can be applied evenly. When you sweep it off at a glance, it will be flat from beginning to end. There is absolutely no bulge or bloat due to excess dust accumulation.

Then, the other side of the fillet.

The repeated dipping technique.

When the evenly floured fish fillets were rolled into flower shapes by the young man's skillful hands, they were inserted into a porcelain bowl shaped like a pen holder.

Masters and disciples Wei Zhong and Huang He couldn't help but said: Dip the divine essence!

no doubt.

Only by fully understanding the traditional craftsmanship of Mianyang Sanzheng can one be able to powder a whole plate of fish fillets in such a light manner.

Different raw materials and different powdering techniques. Whether the technique is good or bad will directly affect the taste! Huang He said, shaking his head with a gloomy face, I can't fault it!

Picking your brain? Huang He has tried his best to do this, but still got nothing.

'roll'!

Wei Zhong suddenly exclaimed.

It's not called Huang He Gun, but it refers to the skillful technique of the young man in the picture holding pork balls and rolling rice noodles over the food box.

Get flour-coated pork meatballs.

Different from flouring the fish fillets, in this step, the boy obviously increased his strength, so the pork meatballs were rolled into a slightly thicker layer of dust, and the red color faded a lot.

When he came to the pumpkin piece again, Wei Zhong's expression collapsed, The essence of Jin!

Boom.

Boom.

The pumpkin pieces cut into a suitable size were thrown up by Xia Yu and then fell down.

Every time it falls back into the food bin, the pumpkin pieces always get dusty.

There is no trace of confusion in the breathing, rhythm, or technique. The visual image is like pieces of pumpkin jumping on the swamp ground of rice noodles again and again, gradually and slowly, and finally being swallowed by the swamp.

Pumpkin chunks are stuffed into fish fillet rolls.

Meatballs covered with glutinous rice are used as flower cores, and pumpkin pieces are used as cushions and set on top.

A line of text popped up on the TV screen: In about two hours...

The scene changed and there was a steaming steamer on the dining table.

The camera finally showed the young chef's face. He smiled slightly and reached out to lift the lid of the steamer.

The fog surged.

A pure white fish flower blooms slowly in the fog.

Wow——

On this side of the TV, in the ward, Wei Zhong suddenly stiffened and muttered unconsciously: It's the kaleidoscope again!

Kaka.

The kaleidoscope of pastries turns again.

However, unlike the extremely gorgeous changes that Golden Wheat gave the kaleidoscope, Wei Zhong only saw four alternating pictures of food in this kaleidoscope -

The raging dragon!

The throne embraced by spicy melody!

A flash of sword light that tore through the sky!

as well as……

Wei Zhong looked at the golden palm that fell from the sky. The thing that could be called the Tao Heart deep in his heart and spirit suddenly exploded. He clearly heard the sound of shattering and couldn't help but grab his heart, feeling an uncomfortable and painful suffocation. Feelings overwhelmed him:

Lost!

Completely, completely defeated!

Heat, seasoning, knife skills.

Even in the Hand of God that he was proud of, Wei Zhong found that he was the ridiculous frog in the well.

How does it feel when your best recipe is perfectly improved by someone else? Wei Zhong couldn't help but close his trembling eyelids, My Three Steams in One was taken away by him!

and……

The key he holds is called Perfection!

Flawless!

Wei Zhong closed his eyes and bowed his head deeply, as if worshiping from a distance, and then, with a plop, the middle-aged man fell onto the hospital bed, unconscious.

The heart of a chef.

Wei Zhong was lost forever.

Zhong'er! Huang He turned around when he heard the movement and let out a high-pitched cry.