After Xue Yi's teaching began, Su Zifang finally understood why he emphasized, "How much you can learn depends on your understanding."

Because it really all depends on understanding.

There was a piece of water tofu on the chopping board, and Xue Yi only said: "I will start processing Wensi tofu now, please watch it."

Without any pause after speaking, he simply cut the water tofu into square pieces with five cuts.

Pour a layer of water on it, hold the tofu in place, and then there will be a series of muffled sounds of the knife blade colliding with the chopping board.

Every time, it is separated at the touch of a finger, and the movement of the hand is so fast that it seems to pull out the afterimage.

Three minutes later, until a piece of watery tofu turned into countless slices of tofu only as thick as a hair, Xue Yi realized that he was not cooking but teaching.

He stopped his hand that was about to cut into shreds, turned around, looked at Su Zifang and Mu Fei and raised their chins: "Are you ready to watch?"

Mu Fei: I watched it for a little while.

Su Zifang:???

He had watched the recipe of Wensi Tofu in the system video at least ten times, but every time he watched it, he still had a mysterious feeling. As soon as he tried to make it by himself, he would overturn it.

This is probably the sentence that often appears in barrages.

Brain: I know it.

Hand: No! You won’t!

Mu Fei has only read it once now and actually said that he has read it a little bit.

If you really understand, wouldn't it mean that there is a talent gap between the two...

Um……

Su Zifang didn't think about the adjectives that followed.

So hurtful!

"Tell me?"

Xue Yi was obviously interested after hearing Mu Fei's words.

"Because the water tofu is tender, sprinkle water before cutting to prevent the knife from staining and the tofu breaking."

"Then what?"

Xue Yi continued to ask.

"Shaking knife technique!"

Because tofu is very thin, it is easy to break in the middle with a straight knife, so it must be sliced ​​with a shaking knife to ensure the integrity of the tofu slices.

Mu Fei prides himself on being the fastest swordsman in the Southwest.

Although it is too average, the knife skills are indeed excellent. I can tell two key points just by looking at it once.

Xue Yi nodded and continued to ask: "Zifang, can you tell me?"

"Say...what did you say?"

Su Zi let his brain race rapidly and dug out almost everything he knew about Wensi Tofu. He found that Mu Fei had said everything he could say. Xue Yi did not do any other steps and could only hold back one sentence for a long time.

"Master did a good job. Mu Fei has finished explaining all the techniques. Disciple has nothing to say."

Xue Yi:……

My apprentice is really very upright, and I have to make up a sentence for what I haven't said yet.

However, apart from sprinkling water, there was really nothing to say about the process just now. I couldn't help but shake my head: "You can go back and practice the skills on your own. I won't go into details here. I will continue."

Xue Yi tilted the blade of the knife, spread the tofu slices outwards and spread them on the chopping board, sprinkled water again, straightened the knife and began to cut into shredded tofu.

This time the action was even faster. Compared to Monk Wensi's action in the video, Xue Yi turned on the speed twice as fast. A row of tofu slices was cut into hair-thick shreds in almost the blink of an eye.

Take all the tofu shreds into the prepared water basin and put away the knife.

Xue Yi asked again.

"What did you see this time?"

Mu Fei and Su Zifang looked at each other and saw two words in each other's eyes: confused.

"Say it!" Mu Fei winked at Su Zifang.

"No, let's wait and see, wait for Master to say it himself." Su Zifang shook his head and pointed at Xue Yi.

Mu Fei nodded, took half a step forward and pointed at Su Zifang: "Grandpa Xue, he has something to say!"

Su Zifang:???

what happened?

Did something unexpected happen to the divine friendship just now?

Didn't he already reach a consensus with Mu Fei and neither of them said anything?

However, Xue Yi's eyes had already been cast over.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "Master, you cut too fast. You finished cutting before you even had time to see."

Su Zifang spoke very sincerely, so sincerely that Xue Yi could not even restrain himself from preaching.

Do you want to say that your apprentice is poor because you are too strong?

Looking at Mu Fei again, although he didn't say it out loud, there was quite a bit of agreement on his face.

Xue Yi was silent for a few seconds, and could only comfort her gently: "Then I will cut it again, slower, so you can take a good look."

Before this, Xue Yi had never felt that being a disciple was such a tiring task.

Xue Yi recalled that when he was in the building outside the building, once a customer ordered Wensi tofu, it seemed to be the same scene now. He was cutting it in front of the cooking table, surrounded by the stove, chopping board, and water table of the entire kitchen.

The sound of the falling knife is always mixed with praise.

"Master Xue's knife skills are really good."

"No, Master Xue is the only special chef in Linzhou."

"I heard that this dish has been served at state banquets. It has been considered as an imperial dish for decades. It would be great if I could learn it..."

"Come on, with your skills, you can cut pigweed, and Wensi Tofu is just a dream!"

…

"Could it be that my requirements for them are too strict?" Xue Yi thought, and the movements of his hands paused. When he turned around, he found that the four eyes of the two men were staring at his hands motionless, just like the queen who gathered around to watch them back then.

Kitchen staff.

"Master, what's wrong?" Su Zifang asked when he saw Xue Yi stopped.

"It's okay, I just want to think about something. Come over here and see it more clearly!"

Xue Yi turned his body to reveal a larger space. When he cut, he not only slowed down, but also brought explanations.

"It's important to do Wensi Tofu Knife Skills, but what's more important is a steady hand. You probably haven't practiced wrist strength specifically now, have you?"

"No." They both said in unison.

"I'm not going to talk about you learning to cook halfway through. What's the matter with you that you don't even practice basic skills?"

"When I was young, my father felt that the family was not short of money, so he asked me to study hard. He only sent me to my grandfather's house to help during the winter and summer vacations. Later, when I didn't do well in the exam, he asked me to learn cooking from my grandfather, but it was already too late..." Mu

Fei scratched his head sheepishly.

"Nonsense." Xue Yi complained angrily, "It's hard for others to ask for apprenticeships, but you are still picky..."

I wanted to say something more, but then I remembered that my granddaughter didn't learn to cook either, so she closed her mouth in embarrassment.

"Forget it, let's start practicing tomorrow. If you practice more, you'll still have a chance."

"It's useless for you to read the rest of the steps. Let's practice the sword skills first."

"You go and practice. I'll make this ready for you to try later."

"Yes." Su Zi responded in a low voice.

Xue Yi left the kitchen and came back a few minutes later with two wrist sandbags. "Here are these for you, one for each of you. Tie them on your right hand."

Mu Fei skillfully took it and tied it to his forearm.

Su Zifang still doesn't quite understand.

"Master, what is this!"

"The foundation is not stable, so we can only increase the intensity of practice. From now on, the sandbag is not allowed to leave the body. When you can tie the sandbag and cut the radish slices, you can try Wensi Tofu."

Xue Yi's words left Su Zifang unable to refute, so he had to imitate Mu Fei and tie up the sandbags.
Chapter completed!