Capítulo 924: Chapter 923: The Shattered Heart of Cooking
The young boy stood with his back to the cara, fully engrossed in preparing the ingredients.
The pork was minced.
The yellow catfish was scaled and gutted. Next, the young boy retrieved a specialty knife from the rack, specifically designed for handling fish, and effortlessly removed an entire section of the fish’s backbone.
With another flash of the blade, two tender pieces of fish fillet were spread out on the counter.
The boy’s grip on the knife, along with the force of his cuts, was incredibly gentle.
It was akin to the master chefs in a high-end sushi restaurant, their expressions serious, as delicate, wafer-thin slices of sashimi piled up under the knife like snow. The cara zooming in on one slice filled the screen with delicate whiteness, leaving one in awe.
Seeing this, Wei Zhong’s pupils contracted, “This knife technique…”
A fish silhouette appeared in the field of vision, breaking through like a wave.
Seeing the small details and understanding the larger picture.
Even days after recording, watching the cooking segnt through the screen, Wei Zhong was still astounded by the boy’s understated yet exquisitely refined knife technique.
His fingers trembled!
Wei Zhong took a deep breath, his expression complex, “Why is his knife skill… Oh, it’s the blessing of the ‘Divine Hand!'”
The Advanced culinary technique further enhanced the boy’s fine control over his limbs, especially his hands.
However…
This knife skill, which seed to envelop the will of the ingredients, was it rely due to the additional blessing of the ‘Divine Hand’? Wei Zhong internally denied this thought, no, that’s not it, at least not for soone like him with a half-gold-frad Divine Hand. His knife skills couldn’t compare to the boy in the video!
Huang He, next to him, also had an extraordinarily intense expression.
His index finger trembled as if electrified.
The close-up of the fish fillets in the video left nothing obscured, displaying perfectly natural at textures, as if the fish naturally resembled this even after being sliced. It presented the original look of the ingredient to the diners, allowing the natural flavor to be sensed even by the tongue…
Ah.
It was like a live fish swam through the mouth, fish juices filling the head, making Huang He’s arm, which hung at his side, shake even more violently.
He understood this was the resonance between their ‘Divine Hands.’
Or perhaps more accurately, it was his own ‘Divine Hand’ being excitedly swayed by an unseen force. Swaying and swaying.
“His knife skill… is strong!”
Only one word: strong.
Huang He couldn’t help but comnt, quickly glancing at Wei Zhong, who was staring wide-eyed at the TV. An idea crossed his mind: it was fortunate that it was a pastry duel. In a pastry food battle, Demon King Xia couldn’t prominently showcase his knife skills, or his protégé would certainly be crushed in that area.
At the very least, as a Dragon Chef, Huang He felt an indescribable threat, “Why does this knife skill remind of that old devil Xia Qing!”
The TV scenes changed.
“Sizzle…”
The stove lit up, and the young boy swung the wok spatula with grandiose movents; if aura was an illusory thing, then the circle of flas at the bottom of the wok, rising and fading like waves at his control, sufficiently explained the young ‘mage of fla’ nickna.
In less than ten seconds, the rice grains in the wok transford from pale white to a dazzling yellow.
But then, the boy suddenly paused, the cara panned to the corner of the kitchen counter where bottles and jars stood. Watching as the boy added various spices to the stir-fry, along with the rice grains, Wei Zhong clenched his fists tightly, speaking tremulously, “This step… he modified it!”
Unreasonable?
No.
Quite the opposite, it was modified all too reasonably. This spontaneous integration of rice grains and spices ensured that the flavors would be thoroughly incorporated. When the fried rice was later crushed, the resultant ‘stead at powder’ would have its quality soar to a higher level!
Why didn’t Wei Zhong do the sa? Huang He glanced at his wide-eyed protégé with a sigh, “Besides Bursting Fla, he’s also the emperor of spice!”
It wasn’t a lack of desire but inability to execute.
After all, most of Wei Zhong’s skills lay in his hands, specifically through the ‘Divine Hand.’ But the Demon King Xia shown in the program wielded the supre culinary techniques of “Bursting Fla” and “Unequaled Spices.”
It ca to the step of applying the powder to the fish fillets, pork at, and pumpkin chunks.
The cara zood in on the boy’s hands in ticulous focus, rendering the hospital room dead silent.
Starting with “dipping”!
Discarding chopsticks, the young boy grasped a fish filet with his fingers, like grabbing a piece of cloth, spreading it across the food box on the table.
The box was filled with golden “stead at powder.”
This powder was made by frying and then crushing rice.
Just like a descending cloud, the boy’s control of “force” was vividly displayed here. The cara slowly advanced, the side of the fish filet touching the powder gently, where the dipping technique beca apparent, lightly lowering and lifting the fish piece.
It seed as though it carried no trace of cloud but as it lifted, the side of the fish filet was coated in a light layer of rice flour.
This layer of rice flour was applied evenly across the surface, with no bumps from excessive powder accumulation.
Then ca the other side of the fish filet.
Repeating the “dipping” technique again and again.
When the evenly floured fish fillets, skillfully rolled into flower shapes by the young boy, were placed in the brush holder-shaped porcelain bowl,
Wei Zhong and Huang He couldn’t help but exclaim, “The essence of dipping!”
No doubt about it.
Only a complete understanding of the traditional Mianyang Three Steams craftsmanship could allow such graceful dusting of a whole plate of fish fillets.
“Different ingredients require different powdering techniques, and the quality of the technique directly affects the taste!” Huang He said, shaking his head with a gloomy expression, “I can’t find a single flaw!”
Trying to pick holes in an egg? As hard as Huang He tried, he ca up empty-handed.
“‘Rolling’!”
Wei Zhong suddenly exclaid in shock.
Not telling Huang He to leave, but referring to the young boy’s expert technique in holding the pork atballs and rolling them through the powdered box.
Perfectly dusted pork atballs were made.
Unlike the fish fillet powdering, at this step, the young boy obviously increased the pressure, making the pork atballs roll in a slightly thicker layer of dust, fading much of the raw red color.
Then ca the pumpkin pieces, and by now, Wei Zhong’s expression had completely collapsed, “The essence of tossing!”
Thump.
Thump.
Pumpkin chunks of the appropriate size were tossed into the air by Xia Yu, landing once more in the box.
Each landing in the powdered box coated the pumpkin chunks with dust.
His breathing rhythm and technique stayed precisely on beat, giving a visual impression of pumpkin pieces bouncing repeatedly on the milled rice pond, slowly and inevitably swallowed by the powder.
Pumpkin pieces were placed as fillings within the fish filet flower wrap.
Coated atballs served as the flower core, sitting atop the pumpkin base.
The TV displayed a line: “About two hours later…”
The scene switched, and stears appeared on the dining table, steaming hot.
The cara finally showed the young chef’s face as he smiled faintly, reaching out to lift the cover off the stear.
Steam gushed out.
A pure white flower of fish at slowly blossod in the mist.
“Wow—”
In response, Wei Zhong’s entire body clenched up, his voice faltering, “Another kaleidoscope!”
Click click.
The kaleidoscope of pastry spun once more.
However, unlike the extre brilliance of the ‘Golden Wheat’ kaleidoscope, in this one, Wei Zhong only saw four alternating gourt visions—
The dragon of fiery wrath!
The throne embraced by a lody of spices!
A slash tearing the sky!
And then…
Wei Zhong felt his inner spirit, what could be referred to as the ‘Heart of Cooking,’ shatter upon seeing that descending golden hand, distinctly hearing the sound of breaking, clutching at his chest as a suffocating sense of pain overwheld him:
“I lost!”
“Completely, utterly lost!”
Culinary skills, seasoning, knife technique.
Even relying on the pride of the ‘Divine Hand,’ Wei Zhong found himself a ludicrous frog at the bottom of the well.
His most proficient recipe perfected and improved by another? Wei Zhong couldn’t help shutting his trembling eyelids, “My ‘Three Steam Unity,’ taken by him!”
Moreover…
He held onto the key, nad “Perfection!”
Flawless!
Wei Zhong closed his eyes and hung his head deeply, giving a distant reverent bow. Finally, with a thud, the middle-aged man collapsed onto the hospital bed and passed out.
The Heart of Cooking.
Wei Zhong lost it forever.
“Zhonge!” Huang He cried mournfully as he turned around, hearing the commotion.
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