Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 1209
"Girl, what are you going to do?" Zhang Xiaofeng watched Feng Qian pick up his kitchen knife and smiled meaningfully, thinking that this girl is probably here to grab the spiritual weapon, right?He hurried forward to grab the kitchen knife back.

"Hey..." Feng Qian raised the kitchen knife in his hand and asked, "How can you use such a high-grade spiritual weapon as a first-level spiritual chef?"

Hearing Feng Qian's words, Zhang Xiaofeng frowned like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"You, give it back to me!"

Seeing that the kid's eyes widened instantly, and he seemed about to get angry, Feng Qian stopped teasing him and quickly handed over the kitchen knife.

"Don't be angry, I'm just asking casually."

Zhang Xiaofeng didn't pay any attention to it, and just started cutting his radish slices on his own.For a moment, the atmosphere in the small kitchen became a little awkward.

Alas, are young people these days all so bad-tempered?

Feng Qian no longer made fun of herself.She looked around the kitchen to see if there were any good ingredients. After walking around the small kitchen, she actually found a carp kept in a water tank for her.

Right now is the season for eating fish, most of the carp is freshly bought by the staff today, and it is still alive and kicking, so it is good to use it as fish meat.

Feng Qian found a large basin, "rectified the fish on the spot" neatly, removed the scales and disemboweled, and cleaned it up in two or three strokes.

It's just that there is only one chopping board in this kitchen, and it is still occupied by someone, and I am too embarrassed to ask someone to move it, what should I do?
Before Feng Qian could think about what to say, Zhang Xiaofeng seemed to sense her embarrassment, and took the initiative to give up the place.

"I, use it up, girl, you can use it!" Zhang Xiaofeng casually swept away the shredded radish on the table, and gave Feng Qian some room, and he was about to walk out holding the big radish awkwardly.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Feng Qian called out to him, seeing Zhang Xiaofeng's instantly guarded expression, he knew that he had misunderstood again.

"Don't get me wrong, I just want to borrow a radish from you for cooking, nothing else." Feng Qian raised her hands innocently with sincere eyes.

"Use radish and fish to make soup together?" Zhang Xiaofeng asked while picking out a big radish and sending it over.

Feng Qian took the radish, weighed it with satisfaction, and then pretended to be mysterious: "I'm going to make this dish, I'm sure you haven't seen it before."

People on this continent eat fish, and most of them like braised or steamed, and there are no more tricks on the treatment of the fish itself.In Feng Qian's eyes, this way of eating is really a waste of such fresh ingredients.

You know, the ancients loved fresh food, and even thought that fresh fish lost its original flavor and was not fresh enough after being steamed and cooked.In order to pursue the taste, the fresh fish is simply sliced ​​and eaten with dipping sauce, which is called fish stick.

That is, the earliest sashimi, I don’t know how many years earlier than today’s Japan.

But the dish she is going to do today is slightly different, it is called golden thread fish.

Feng Qian put the processed carp on the chopping board, picked up the kitchen knife next to it, cut off the head and tail, leaving only the middle part, then peeled and stabbed, leaving only the fish meat.

It's just that the knives in this shop are too difficult to use, and they can't even remove the fish skin.Holding the knife, Feng Qian was really powerless to complain.

It would be great if I could use the fourth-grade spiritual weapon just now, no matter what, it would be better than this broken kitchen knife.

Feng Qian complained silently in her heart, and then saw the fourth-grade spiritual weapon she was talking about appearing in front of her eyes.

"This is you?" Feng Qian looked at the person in front of her in surprise.

"The girl just said what was in her heart!" Zhang Xiaofeng said in a low voice.

"Ah? Haha, do I have it?" Feng Qian smiled awkwardly.

"Girl, I can lend you this knife, but I have one condition." Zhang Xiaofeng looked at Feng Qian firmly, "I want you to teach me knife skills."

Feng Qian laughed in surprise: "You haven't even asked me if I am a spiritual chef, but you want me to teach you cooking skills. What if I am an ordinary person? You dare to give your spiritual weapon to others, and you are not afraid that I will give it to you. Leaving?"

"Since the girl can tell at a glance that this is a fourth-grade spiritual weapon, she must have a high level of cultivation. As for this condensing light, it is not a disgrace to keep it in the girl's hands."

After being praised like this, Feng Qian lost her temper.She took the kitchen knife named "Ningguang", and observed it carefully by lighting candlelight.

This kitchen knife is not as heavy as traditional kitchen knives, and the tip of the knife is tilted upwards in a crescent shape.She curiously tested the blade with her finger, and she found out the mystery.

"Okay, since my brother is so generous, and I don't hide my secrets, I will teach you a few tricks." Feng Qian readily agreed.

Zhang Xiaofeng was about to bow and bow, but was restrained by Feng Qian.

"Forget it this time. You and I just met by chance. It doesn't have to be like this. My name is Fengqian, what about you?"

"Next is Zhang Xiaofeng from East Qin Kingdom."

"Eastern Qin Kingdom? It seems that we are going to Daqin Kingdom to participate in the culinary hegemony! It's just..." Feng Qian looked up and down the young man in front of him, with a thin body and an ordinary temperament that couldn't be found in the crowd , not to mention the weak spiritual power on this body, it doesn't look like a good seedling for the competition from left to right.

As if understanding what Feng Qian was thinking, Zhang Xiaofan took the initiative to explain embarrassedly: "I'm just a substitute in the team, it doesn't count."

Feng Qian lightly smiled indifferently: "You can watch my actions next!"

Not much nonsense, Feng Qian put his left hand on the fish, held the knife in his right, and began to slice carefully.

The original meaning of fish meat is to slice very thin fish fillets. To make this dish, the requirements for knife skills are very high, and the fish meat is required to be as thin as a cicada's wings and as transparent as snow.

I saw that Feng Qian first cut the fish into thin slices obliquely along the texture, and then cut into long strips.The cut fish meat is uniform in thickness and length.

Zhang Xiaofeng who was watching was amazed, this knife was like a swimming dragon in Feng Qian's hands, swimming left and right among the fish and meat, the blade's edge was clearly visible.

Feng Qian's movements are also clean and neat, without the slightest feeling of being uncontrollable when she used it just now.Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't help feeling that he really found the right person.

"Do you understand?" Feng Qian asked while washing the blade with clean water.

Zhang Xiaofeng, who was still immersed in the shock, came back to his senses, and quickly praised: "Miss Fengqian, how did you do it? Even my father can't use this knife very well. In your hands, it will It’s just like an ordinary kitchen knife.”

"This is skillful. I'll cut another radish and compare it."

Feng Qian took a radish, first trimmed its general shape, and then cut it non-stop, with a strange sense of rhythm, the shredded radish was three times thinner than the shredded fish just now. point.

"You're done, return the knife to its original owner." Feng Qian stretched her waist, turned her neck, and returned "Ningguang" to Zhang Xiaofeng.

But Zhang Xiaofeng didn't take it for a long time.

"What's wrong with you?" Feng Qian was a little surprised.

(End of this chapter)