I open a restaurant in the martial arts world

Chapter 216
A moment ago, he thought that kid was just a young man who didn't understand shit, but in the blink of an eye, the old hen turned into a phoenix.

Whoever comes here will be surprised.

"Why am I lying to you? This is what I saw with my own eyes." The guy surnamed Song was a little dissatisfied.

Even so, Lao Lin still couldn't believe it.

You know, the shredded radish in my hand is a bit better than his chopping.

Although he is also a master chef who has been around the stove for more than ten years, Lao Lin knows in his heart that he can't cut the radishes so evenly.

With a second thought, Lao Lin directly took a piece of lean pork and handed it to Xu Yang.

"Young man, please cut this piece of pork into cubes for me."

Among knife skills, dicing is one of the more troublesome ones.

From slices to strips, and finally into cubes.

Just talking about this process is going to be a lot of trouble.

In addition, the meat of pork is relatively soft. If you want to cut it into dices, it will be more difficult to cut the knife than shredded radish.

Xu Yang glanced at the other party, without further ado, picked up the piece of pork, and began to cut it.

The other party deliberately wanted to test him, and Xu Yang was not stage frightened.

Isn't it just diced meat?

If it was left at the moment when he just crossed over, Xu Yang might still have some scruples.

After all, as a newcomer, he didn't know the depth of the other party.

But now, Xu Yang already has the most basic understanding of this world.

In addition, after practicing basic knife skills, his knife skills are much better than before.

If he is now, he will still be afraid of the assessment of an indigenous chef.

Then Xu Yang simply found a piece of tofu and knocked him to death.

So under the watchful eyes of that old Lin, the piece of lean pork in Xu Yang's hand soon became a piece, and then turned into a strip.

At the end, a pile of diced meat was placed neatly on the chopping board.

At this time, Lao Lin was already stunned.

The pile of diced meat placed on the chopping board is square, horizontal and vertical, and each piece is almost the same size.

It's like cutting it with a ruler.

Tsk tsk, this knife skill is only old Song Neng...

No, it is estimated that even Lao Song may not be able to do it.

No, when he turned his gaze to Lao Song, he saw Lao Song wryly smiling and shaking his head at him.

Damn it, this is really the Yangtze River's back waves pushing the front waves, and the front waves dying on the beach.

"Little brother, why don't you go to the front and help?" Lao Lin said with a serious face.

Before Miss Zhao brought such a brat over to take charge of the cooking, they were naturally very conflicted in their hearts.

After all, they are the chefs for this birthday banquet, if something goes wrong with this kid, it will be their intoxicating signboard.

But now, this kid is so outstanding in knife skills.

It also proved from the side that this kid really has a few brushes.

In this way, they would no longer dare to ignore each other's existence.

It's a pity that Xu Yang didn't want to argue with these guys at all.

He shook his head directly and rejected the other party's proposal.

Seeing this, the guy surnamed Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

What I said just now was purely polite.

They were invited by Zhao's family to be the chef, but in the end they let a brat of unknown background take charge of the cooking. If the news got out, people might think they were drunk and uninhabited.

Of course, Xu Yang also made it clear to them that he would not participate in the matter of being in charge of the spoon.

But he has to help Miss Zhao cook a birthday dish, so let them stop bothering him with trivial matters.

Lao Lin happily agreed on behalf of the chefs of Zui Ren Ju.

There was no plan to ask this kid to help out with anything, and asking him to chop radish just now was purely prevarication.

At this point, Xu Yang, who originally planned to be the chef for the birthday banquet, hid in a corner of the kitchen with a burning stove and went about his own business.

On the other side, Zhao Qianru was anxiously looking out of the gate.

Seeing that the time for birthday greetings is approaching, but her eldest son's father is still missing.

If it wasn't for her own father, Zhao Qianru would have to swear.

Before going out, she agreed that she would be back yesterday at the latest, but one day had passed since the latest deadline, but she still hadn't seen her father.

Just as Zhao Qianru was walking around anxiously at the gate, there was an uproar in front of the mountain gate of Canglongmen.

Because at this time, outside the mountain gate, there was a group of Canglongmen disciples, carrying two stretchers, rushing towards the mountain gate in a hurry.

"Deacon Qiu, what's the matter with you?" Someone recognized the one who ran in the front, it was Deacon Qiu Dalongqiu from Wubei Hall of Canglongmen.

It's a pity that Qiu Dalong, who was covered in blood, simply ignored the other party's existence.

With bloodshot eyes, he shouted directly, "Get out of the way, please get out of the way!"

With a crash, the Canglongmen disciples standing in front of the mountain gate quickly moved out of the way.

Qiu Dalong didn't stop at all, and quickly passed through the crowd with those stretcher-bearers.

"I stopped, the person on the stretcher in front is Tian Zhenguang from Wu Beitang." A sharp-eyed guy exclaimed.

Before he finished speaking, another louder exclamation sounded again: "My mother, the one lying on the stretcher behind seems to be Elder Zhao of our Wu Beitang!"

"What's going on here? Could it be that they are all injured?"

"Damn it, Elder Zhao is a first-rate mid-level master, who can hurt him?"

The exclamation at the gate of the mountain was louder than the other.

A moment later, the team carrying the stretcher appeared outside the gate of Zhao's courtyard.

Zhao Qianru, who was looking forward to it, saw Qiu Dalong, covered in blood, appear in front of him with a team of stretchers.

Zhao Qianru was taken aback for a moment.

But in the next second, her face immediately became extremely pale.

Because at this time, she was unable to find her father in this distressed team.

One must know that six days ago, her father took Qiu Dalong and others out on errands.

"Qiu... Uncle Qiu, where's my father?" Zhao Qianru's hand holding the door trembled a little.

It's a pity that Zhao Qianru didn't get the answer in the first time.

Seeing Qiu Dalong's chapped lips, he said anxiously: "Qianru, is Master Xu in there?"

When I ran to the conference hall just now, I didn't see Xu Shuqing, not even the other elders.

It is said that they all came to pay respects to Mr. Zhao's birthday, so Qiu Dalong could only rush here with his troops.

"Yes, Master Xu is in the hall." Zhao Qianru replied quickly with a pale face.

Without further ado, Qiu Dalong raised his leg and rushed into the gate.

"Elder Zhao was accidentally poisoned, and now he is lying unconscious on a stretcher." Qiu Dalong, who was in a hurry, had already stepped through the gate, but his voice came back.

Hearing the bad news, Zhao Qianru, who was holding the gate with her hands, softened.

But after a while, she was seen struggling from the ground, then staggered and ran into the hall.

(End of this chapter)