Gourmet food starts from the green leather train chef

Chapter 238 Buff Beauty
Zhou Zhou was also hesitating.

No wonder Qin Jian would lose to the Jingbian family. I am afraid that strength is only one aspect, and the Jingbian family's variety of competition methods is really a headache.

You don't need to make a move to know that the difficulty of 'Crossing the Nine Heavens' is not something that you can handle with superb sword skills.

Inobe Jiro's knife skills should be around the first level, but he can't stand it after practicing hundreds of thousands of times, and he still has a kitchen knife in his hand that was raised by his family and handcrafted by a family knife master.

After the round of competition just now, Zhou Zhou has judged the sharpness of the opponent's knife, and it deserves to be a kitchen weapon that he keeps for a lifetime!

"Hmph, what kind of skill is it to use only a sharp weapon?"

Qin Jian said in dissatisfaction: "As far as I know, your 'Blue Moon' is made by the family knife master with a secret formula, and it took more than 20 years of warming to make it. With this knife, you can almost ignore the gap between rice paper and tofu.

The competition, first of all, is a fair competition. If you really want to compete, do you have the ability to use the same knife as Master Zhou? "

At this time, not only Qin Jian, but also the old man Zhang Zhouxuan was depressed for a while. Huaxia's chef actually fell behind in the kitchen knife. What's the matter?

In fact, when it comes to smelting iron and knives, there are many masters in Chinese history. When Ou Yezi smelted the world-famous sword, I am afraid that the Japanese were still learning how to climb like monkeys.

It's a pity that after entering the modern society, let alone refining knives and swords, even fruit knives must not exceed a certain standard, otherwise it will be illegal!In such a big environment, the inheritance was almost cut off, but the Japanese came from behind.

Facing Qin Jian's questioning, Jiro Inobe smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, but the tradition of the Inobe family is to raise a knife for life, otherwise you won't be a qualified chef.

Therefore, this 'Blue Moon' is already a part of my body and cannot be given up.

Of course, I don't want to force Zhou Sang.

If Zhou Sang is afraid that my knife is too sharp, yours can withdraw from the competition now, and the result will still be Zhou Sang's victory.

Zhou Sang, are you going to quit the competition? "

"If you quit, just quit, Zhou Zhou, this little devil is very cunning, don't fall for his tricks!"

Su Rou quietly tugged on Next Zhouzhou's sleeve: "You are the senior judge of 'Three Meals a Day', it's fine if you lose to Huaxia Chef, but you must not lose to a little devil!"

Zhou Zhou's heart moved, and the familiar system text appeared in front of his eyes, "A new food bond relationship appeared: the bond object, Su Rou, CEO of Su's Baikang Catering Group."

Fetter effect: can not lose.

When the bonded character is present, the host will get the corresponding culinary improvement no matter he participates in any form of fighting, and he must not lose to the opponent! '

Zhou Zhou looked at Su Rou with a strange gaze. With the blessing of this buff beauty, the ordinary kitchen knife he used just now had a mysterious connection with him, and his spirit blended with him like one!
At this moment, I am the knife, and the knife is me!
Su Rou's face turned red when he saw him, and she suddenly felt like a deer bumped her heart. She thought that this silly boy is not stupid after all. Finally, she knows that this girl is better than your Miss Chen?
Seeing Su Rou's expression on Zhou Zhou, Sanjiro Inobe felt indescribable jealousy in his heart, and said loudly, "Master Zhou, can we start the competition?"

Zhou Zhou glanced at Jingbian Erlang, nodded slightly and said, "Mr. Erlang, you can start now, please go first."

"Haha, I knew that Zhou Sang is a chef who really pursues the 'Tao', and he will definitely not refuse such an interesting competition."

Inobe Jiro laughed, as if he had the winning ticket in his hands, he drew his knife in his hand, and the 'Blue Moon' turned into a blue lightning, cutting towards the doufang covered under nine layers of rice paper.
"Sure enough, it's a good knife skill. It seems that everyone in the Jingbian family is not simple!"

Grandpa Zhang Zhouxuan followed the knife with his eyes and could see clearly.

The kitchen knife of the Jingbian family is really well-deserved. This 'Blue Moon' is like the Yitian Tulong among kitchen knives. It easily cut through the nine layers of rice paper and cut into the beans smoothly.

If the knife is not sharp enough, at the moment when the nine-layer rice paper is cut through and touches the bean cubes, the chef will definitely withdraw his strength, and the kitchen knife will have a very short pause.

Unless it is the master chef in Tibet, who has already reached the realm of the unity of human and knife, and has meticulous control over power, people will not be able to see the process of this pause.

Naturally, Jiro Inobe couldn't compare with that senior chef, but his swordsmanship was as powerful as a bamboo, and he didn't stagnate in the slightest. This clearly took a huge advantage in the sword!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jiro Inobe finished cutting quickly, and with a turn of the knife, he pushed aside the rice paper that had been cut into dry silk, revealing the dry silk of uniform thickness underneath.

After removing the dried shredded rice, a kitchen worker lifted up the rice paper placed under the bean cubes for everyone to check one by one.

As expected, the rice paper was not damaged at all, but no matter how proficient Inobe Jiro was, he still inevitably left a knife mark on the rice paper.

After careful inspection by Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan and Wu Jiutongzai, they announced, "Three strands of dried silk are out of specification."

"Ha Yi, thank you."

Inobe Jiro smiled triumphantly, he didn't expect that he had performed beyond his standard.

When he was practicing the 'Nine Heavens of Difficulty Crossing' in Japan, his normal result was to cut off about five pieces of dry silk.

"Zhou Sang, it's your turn."

Jingbian glanced at the kitchen knife in Zhou Zhou's hand, shook his head slightly and said, "If I were Zhou Sang, I might consider sharpening this knife first."

"This is a good suggestion, just grind it!"

Su Rou picked up a whetstone from somewhere, and went to Zhou Zhou's side again: "Old Zhou, give me the knife, and I'll sharpen it!"

Zhou Zhou was taken aback, when did I become old Zhou?
In fact, it doesn't matter whether the knife is sharpened or not, but it's better not to tell Su Rou the truth, how seriously she sharpens the knife, no matter what, it's all out of her heart.

"Old Zhou, take the knife!"

The dignified beautiful CEO of the Su Family Baikang Group, in front of the public, bowed her head and sharpened the knife for Zhou Zhou three times before she felt satisfied. When she brought the knife to Zhou Zhou, she said sweetly: "You must Win, I like you!"

"Do your best."

Zhou Zhou smiled slightly, took the knife in his hand, and didn't even look at the Dou Fang on the cutting board that had been covered with nine layers of rice paper. With a light flick of his wrist, the kitchen knife fell down.

What a quick knife!

Very accurate knife!

Jiro Inobe is a good hand with kitchen knives, but his senses are the most sensitive. He only felt a chill in his heart, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Knife gas!
This is not the so-called sword qi and knife qi in the novels of martial arts and fairy tales, but the feeling that chefs who have been with kitchen knives for half their lives will have.

When a chef's knife skills have crossed a certain level, it is enough if he does not use the knife. Once the knife is used, other chefs can feel a certain guru temperament even if they are a few meters away from him.

Jiro Jingbe looked dumbfounded, but there was a hint of joy in his heart.

I remember my father once told him that there is a kind of chef in this world, which can be called a master chef.The master chef makes the knife, and the master has his own pressure.

Erlang, if you go to Huaxia this time, if you meet such a master, don't even think about competing with him, because you will definitely lose in the end.

You must immediately report this matter to the family. Your brother has been waiting for such an opponent for a long time. Only when he meets a real opponent can Sanjiro break through again and become the top chef in our country!
Unexpectedly, now this person is delivered in front of him by himself. Isn't this the long-awaited opponent of Sanjiro? My younger brother, a talented chef in Japan, finally has another chance to break through!
-
There are basically no stir-fried dishes in Japan. The Japanese can either scald the vegetables in boiling water and mix them with various seasonings to eat, or make a teppanyaki, octopus balls, which can be a big meal, and fry a shrimp in oil. Fried, what is it called tempura?
The most famous fish in Japan is actually all kinds of raw fish, from highly poisonous wild puffer fish to tuna and salmon, which have thoroughly carried forward the "chicken" culture from China.

Therefore, the evaluation of a Japanese chef's skills is mainly based on knife skills.

This is also the reason why Zhou Zhou agreed to compete with Jiro Inobe to test sword skills. If you must compare yourself to the African brothers as Buddha jumping over the wall, isn't that bullying?People have to know it too!
In the eyes of Japanese chefs, the master chef on the stove is nothing at all. What they value most is the master chef on the chopping board. This is especially true for the Inobe family who passed down kitchen knives.

"How did he do that?"

It may be because he is too familiar with Zhou Zhou, but Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan didn't feel any guru sword energy.

However, as a diligent old Xingzun and a national culinary master, he still has eyesight.I saw Zhou Zhou waved the kitchen knife around lightly, and smoothly cut through the nine layers of rice paper, flattened the bean cubes on all sides, and when the knife passed through the rice paper, there was no pause at all!
"When did this ordinary kitchen knife become so sharp?

Or does it mean that Xiao Zhou's knife skills have reached the legendary master realm, and he is firmly above the national culinary master?Although suffering from insufficient equipment, still relying on the subtle control of strength, he ignored the difference in strength between rice paper and doufang!
It turns out that I still underestimated him, this kid is definitely a genius who was born in Huaxia Qinxing!
Such a character. Maybe it won't be long before a new God of Cooking will appear in China."

Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan looked at Zhou Zhou in amazement, his thoughts turned, and he was pleasantly surprised and relieved. Sure enough, he read it right, and sure enough, he did not waste time on X164 in vain!
As the knife flashed, strips of rice paper were flying all over the sky, but they were wrapped up by Zhou Zhou with the wind of the knife and wiped away directly. Compared with Jiro Jingbian who even used the knife to break apart the shredded paper, how clever is it?
"Thank you for sharpening the knife, the craftsmanship is really good."

Zhou Zhou put down the kitchen knife with a smile, gave Su Rou a grateful look, then tapped the cutting board lightly, and the two pieces of bean curd immediately turned into dry shreds and scattered.

"Tao! Is this the Tao that father and younger brother said?"

The first one to rush over was actually Jiro Inobe. This guy looked at the dried shreds that Zhou Zhou had cut one by one, and kept muttering to himself: "The knife skill is accurate to one-tenth of a millimeter." Huh? Not a single one was scrapped.
Brother no, San San Lang, I found it, I finally found someone who can be your opponent! "

"Zhou Sang, you are the true sword master, and it is the greatest honor of the well to be taught by you!"

Erlang Jingbian turned his face straight, walked up to Zhou Zhou and fell on his knees, bowing his arms to the ground.

After performing the big salute three times, Jingbe Jiro stood up with unsatisfied intentions, and looked back at Su Rou who was holding the mobile phone and making the OK gesture to him, without any shame in his heart, on the contrary, he was extremely proud.

Apart from his father and younger brother, Master Zhou was the only sword master he had ever seen; even if he was a child of the Jingbian family, he still had to kneel down to see him.

It is a supreme honor to be able to meet a sword master!
Zhou Zhou nodded: "So, I won?"

"Of course, Grandmaster Zhou, to be precise, I am not qualified to compete with you at all.

This time it is considered as your guidance to Jingbian, and from today onwards, Jingbian should be regarded as half of your disciple."

Japan is a country of super admiration, especially the old-school Inobe family. Now Sanjiro Inobe sincerely admires him. Not to mention being a disciple of Zhouzhou, it is an honor to be a dog!

"I'm sorry, I don't have a disciple like you, not even half of them."

Zhou Zhou shook his head, the Japanese are too troublesome, they are like beasts when they turn their faces, and they are like dogs when they lick you; once he is given a chance, licking a dog may turn into a mad dog biting people at any time.

"Now that I have won you, should Mr. Sanjiro Inobe play next?"

The main purpose of this trip was to defeat Sanjiro Inobe and avenge Qin Jian. Zhou Zhou didn't want to waste time on Jiro Inobe.
-
"The opportunity my father mentioned is indeed in Huaxia, but I didn't expect to meet a sword master younger than me in Xiangjiang."

Faint voices came from upstairs, followed by a string of wooden clogs hitting the stairs; Zhou Zhou and the others raised their heads and saw a white figure.

"Sanjiro, the pride of the Inobe family, a genius in Japanese cooking!"

Even though he was the elder brother, Jiro Inobe still looked respectfully at the white figure who was slowly descending from the second floor.

Looking at that young face, Inuyang Jiro seemed to feel the scorching sun in the daytime, and also seemed to see the Big Dipper in the night sky.

Even just seeing Sanjiro Inobe's flicking the corner of his clothes casually made him very excited, as if he felt the supreme glory.

"Qin Sang, I should thank you."

Sanjiro Inobe was actually very handsome, even Su Rou couldn't help being slightly taken aback, but when she looked back at Zhou Zhou, she still felt that 'Old Zhou' was more pleasing to the eye and more lively.

Unlike this little day, she looks beautiful, but she doesn't look like a real person.

"I want to thank you for sending a very good opponent. Although he will probably lose to me, he is the kind of loser that I can learn from in the game."

Sanjiro Jingbee nodded to Qin Jian, bowed his head to respect Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan, and smiled softly to Su Rou, but when he looked at Zhou Zhou, two cold lights seemed to shoot out of his eyes.

"Master Zhou, I don't know what content you want to compare?

You are a guest from afar, I think it is up to you to choose."

(End of this chapter)