Is there something wrong with making food a beast?

Chapter 347 Show
"A word is settled!"

Hearing Chef Zhong's affirmative answer, Qin Lang spoke without hesitation.

"In that case, I'll find a nearby kitchen and take a picture of Qin Lang showing his knife skills, and then hand it over to Chef Zhong as evidence of his knife skills." Su Henian, who witnessed the whole process of the agreement between the two, volunteered.

"Uncle Su, don't be so troublesome." Qin Lang looked around and quickly had an idea, "Just borrow a knife and a piece of tofu from the hospital cafeteria, and then help me find a balloon."

"I believe that seeing it with my own eyes will impress Chef Zhong even more."

"That's it?" Su Henian couldn't help showing a look of surprise, "There is not even a table in the ward, are you sure you want to show knife skills in such an environment?"

"Find a kitchen." Even Chef Zhong felt that Qin Lang was overconfident, so he couldn't help but say, "I don't want you to be unable to meet my requirements because of environmental factors."

"No." Facing the doubts of the two, Qin Lang always maintained a calm expression and a confident smile.

"Okay then." After a few words of persuasion, seeing Qin Lang's insistence, Su Henian gave him a deep look, turned and walked out of the ward.

Not long after, a knife, a piece of tofu and a balloon appeared in the ward.

The hospital also had a cafeteria, and with Su Henian's excellent communication skills, it was not difficult to borrow something.

"Since you insist on this, let me see how you want to show off your knife skills." Chef Zhong sat up slowly and looked at Qin Lang seriously.

He could probably guess that Qin Lang wanted to show off his knife skills by cutting tofu with a knife.

Among all kinds of ingredients, tofu, which is so soft that it will break with a little force, is undoubtedly the most difficult to show knife skills.

In his opinion, Qin Lang made such a choice with confidence.

As for the balloons...

Chef Zhong hasn't thought of any relationship between it and knife work yet.

At that moment, Chef Zhong couldn't help showing a look of anticipation on his wrinkled face.

He didn't have any malice towards Qin Lang. If Qin Lang could really show enough knife skills, then he would take part in tomorrow's qualification competition instead of him, and the hope of victory would be even greater.

This point, Chef Zhong can still figure it out.

Therefore, he hoped that Qin Lang could meet his requirements.

Of course, if it can't be achieved, Chef Zhong will firmly oppose teaching the other party "Walking the cow and pulling the silk".

On the other side, Su Henian had the same anticipation, but compared to Chef Zhong, he had more confidence in Qin Lang.

Although it was the first time to see Qin Lang with his own eyes, Su Henian already had a full understanding of Qin Lang's cooking skills through his wife's letters and other channels.

If I remember correctly, Ah Hui mentioned before that Qin Lang presented a tofu dish in the Dongxia City Cooking Competition. That dish showed knife skills to the fullest, and there are still many local imperial chefs challenging it.

Therefore, Qin Lang's knife skills should be able to meet Chef Zhong's standard.

He is showing his knife skills at the moment, and what he uses is tofu. Could it be that he wants to show that tofu dish?

If this is the case, it will be more secure.

but…

Like Chef Zhong, Su Henian didn't want to understand what role the balloon would play in this link.

The doubts between the two continued until Qin Lang inflated the balloon.

Qin Lang skillfully tied the knot at the mouth, and then handed it to Su Henian, "Uncle Su, do me a favor."

"Help me fix this balloon."

"Okay." Su Henian took it subconsciously, and pressed both ends of the balloon with both hands to fix it in midair, and then asked curiously, "What is this balloon for?"

"Today I plan to use it as a cutting board." Qin Lang smiled and picked up the kitchen knife in one hand and the tofu in the other.

Su Henian's hand trembled violently, almost bursting the balloon in his hand because of his lack of focus.

He widened his eyes, dumbfounded by Qin Lang's words.

chopping board? !
Although he is not Yu Ling Chef, he is naturally no stranger to chopping boards.

Most of the cutting boards are made of solid wood. The chef puts the ingredients on the cutting board, and then chops the ingredients with a kitchen knife.

The chopping boards used in hotels are generally larger than those used in households, often having a thickness of more than ten centimeters, and they look very strong.

But now, Qin Lang said that he wanted to use the balloon as a chopping board?
He looked at the balloon fixed between his hands, which seemed to be able to burst with a little force.

The blade of such a balloon will burst instantly if it is rubbed with a blade, right?
How is it possible to use it as a chopping board?

Chef Zhong, who was sitting on the hospital bed, did not perform much better than Su Henian. Su Henian still had a certain understanding of Qin Lang's cooking skills. Chef Zhong's understanding of Qin Lang's cooking skills was relatively one-sided. These words were even more astonishing.

"You... want to cut tofu on a balloon?" He couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Qin Lang took out the tofu calmly, and slowly placed it in the center of the upper surface of the balloon, "Then, I'm about to start."

After speaking, he supported the tofu with one hand and the knife with the other, and started to move.

Su Henian, who was standing closest, couldn't help holding his breath.

He was the one who fixed the balloon, Qin Lang's knife was cutting the tofu right under his nose, and every detail could be clearly seen.

I saw that the hand holding the knife and the kitchen knife did not shake in the air, and fell slowly and firmly vertically, rubbing the edge of the tofu block and cutting off a piece that could only be vaguely seen by the naked eye, and then the blade was fixed on the surface of the balloon.

Su Henian felt a little suffocated, it was the first time he heard his heart beating so violently.

He gritted his teeth, tightly controlled his hands to stabilize the balloon, and avoided Qin Lang's mistakes due to himself.

Chef Zhong, who was sitting on the hospital bed, couldn't help straightening his back, leaned his upper body forward, and widened his eyes as if trying to see more clearly.

After Qin Lang dropped and raised the knife for the first time and the balloon was safe and sound, the way he looked at the young man in front of him was a little different.

Not paying attention to the changes in the expressions of the two people around him, Qin Lang entered his own rhythm the moment he lifted the kitchen knife.

The kitchen knife in his hand was raised and lowered, and he cut the tofu cubes into thin slices without any trembling, just like the most precise cutting machine in the workshop.

It seems that there is only this piece of tofu left in the world, and everything outside is deaf and indifferent.

In the gradually stagnant atmosphere in the ward, Qin Lang's knife cut from one end of the tofu block to the other end, and the original block of tofu also turned into countless slender tofu slices, which could not maintain their shape and fell limply on the balloon surface.

"call--"

Knowing that Qin Lang had finished cutting, Su Henian took a sharp breath.

During the whole process just now, he even forgot to breathe.

Without raising his head, Qin Lang spoke calmly.

"It's not over yet."

Su Henian's breathing stopped abruptly, and Chef Zhong on the hospital bed gasped.

(End of this chapter)