After a while, Comrade Xu stopped sharpening the knife, touched the edge of the knife horizontally with his fingers, and extended his right hand to Jiang Jinsong again with an expressionless face.
"Pull out another hair and give it to me!"
"If you do this every day, you'll be bald!" Among the onlookers, a tall chef suddenly said such a wisecrack.
Successfully made many people laugh.
Comrade Xu did not laugh, and neither did Jiang Jinsong.
Jiang Jinsong's expression was a little ugly at this time. He looked at the freshly sharpened kitchen knife in Comrade Xu's hand, and then at the colleagues around him who were happily watching the excitement. He pondered for two seconds, then pulled out another hair and handed it to
Xu Tongdao.
Now that things have come to this, he has no way out.
Now he can only pray that the knife sharpened by Xu Tongdao will not achieve the effect of blowing and breaking hair, otherwise, Jiang Jinsong will be humiliated, and he will be even more stubborn in front of Xu Tongdao in the future.
Taking the fresh hair that Jiang Jinsong had just pulled out, Comrade Xu, under the watchful eyes of everyone, put the knife edge upwards, holding the hair with his right hand, about twenty centimeters above the knife edge, with his fingers
A loose...
This hair falls down.
When the hair was about to fall on the blade, Jiang Jinsong, who was standing aside, suddenly felt the urge to blow on it.
Just like Sun Wukong plucked out a vellus hair and blew it gently.
He didn't expect that just by blowing his hair, he could transform into another person.
He was just a little scared, afraid that when the hair fell on the blade, it would suddenly split into two pieces.
That's what he definitely doesn't want to see.
Then……
He hesitated, and before he even blew out his breath, the hair fell on the blade.
Silently, the hair suddenly split into two sections and fell onto the chopping board from both sides of the blade.
The scene was silent for two or three seconds.
Jiang Jinsong had something in his mind that he wanted to say, but he held it back.
But some people couldn't bear it.
"Hold the grass! Real or fake? Is this an exaggeration?"
"Grass! It's really broken..."
"This knife is extremely well-sharpened..."
"Isn't it too fake? I don't believe it!"
…
The chefs, apprentices, and the aunt who was washing vegetables were all shocked.
None of them seemed to believe their eyes.
Their surprised reaction actually surprised Comrade Xu.
Is it difficult to sharpen a kitchen knife to this level?
In his impression, many cutting masters in big hotels can sharpen kitchen knives to this level.
Anyway, during the years when he was a chef in his previous life, he saw several cutting masters who were very good at sharpening knives.
But at this time, the group of onlookers were all so surprised, as if their eyes had really been opened.
He didn't believe that these people were all acting. They couldn't all have such good acting skills.
So...have they really never seen a kitchen knife sharpened so sharply before?
This incident troubled Comrade Xu throughout the next day.
It wasn't until late at night that he suddenly figured out - maybe the times have really limited the progress of many industries.
It is now 1998, and the development of every place in the mainland is actually not that good. Rich people are not everywhere like they were ten or twenty years later.
In 1998... For most people, eating a piece of braised pork is already a great pleasure. People pay more attention to the taste of the dishes. Maybe the catering industry in coastal cities has higher requirements for chefs' knife skills.
But in this inland city, the public does not have such high requirements for chefs' knife skills.
Furthermore, the chef himself is not that particular about knife skills, and naturally he is not that concerned about knife sharpening techniques.
And this has a result: Tongdao Xu's knife sharpening skills can amaze most of his peers these days.
…
Back to business.
When Jiang Jinsong witnessed with his own eyes that the hair he pulled out of Xu Tongdao was actually split into two sections the moment it fell on the blade.
Jiang Jinsong's whole heart suddenly became cold and cold.
He couldn't help but close his eyes and wanted to shout: Ya Zhudie...
Why did he dare to provoke and fight back against Comrade Xu?
Of course, he was sure that Xu Tongdao's knife-sharpening skills and even other cooking skills were not as good as Jiang Jinsong's. What he bullied was that Xu Tongdao was young and had not studied cooking for long.
As long as he can prove that Xu Tongdao's knife-sharpening skills are not as good as his, then he will lose Xu Tongdao's face and no one will do anything to him.
Who would help a spoon chef who just talks a lot?
He feels it is very unscientific now.
This kid is obviously just a little bit old, and his hair has not even grown yet. How can he be so good at sharpening his knives?
His family doesn’t kill pigs, right?
So you learned to sharpen knives from an early age?
Thinking of this possibility, Jiang Jinsong immediately opened his eyes.
He happened to see Comrade Xu looking at him coldly.
"You, your family is a pig butcher?" Jiang Jinsong mustered up the courage to ask about the possibility that had just occurred to his mind.
Comrade Xu smiled coldly, "Stop talking nonsense! For this half of the sheep, you should peel off all the bones first. Give me half of the mutton and chop it into pieces for braised. Don't chop the sheep's hooves. Keep them alone for me! There is also the sheep.
Where are the miscellaneous items? Take them to Auntie and clean them up! Finish all these for me first, and then we’ll talk!”
Where does the right to speak come from?
One comes from one's own identity, and the other... comes from one's own strength.
Both of these are indispensable.
Without a legitimate identity, no one will listen to what you say.
If you don't have enough strength to match your identity, no one will follow through on what you say.
Now that Xu Tongdao has the status of a spoon master, he has just shown his skills, proving his strength, identity, and strength. Jiang Jinsong no longer has the confidence to fight.
Although he still didn't believe that Xu Tongdao's cooking skills were better than his.
But at least at this moment, he didn't have any confidence to say "no" again.
He could only nod his head with a blushing face, and then started working immediately.
It was also after this incident that Xu Tongdao noticed that the other people in the kitchen looked at him less messily.
There were also many more people who took the initiative to smile at him and show their kindness.
…
time flies.
When Tongdao Xu started making mutton soup, the head chef Luo Zongping came quietly and stood watching with a smile.
The head chef, a serious-looking man with a cold face, also walked over with a frown on his face.
Tongdao Xu also noticed that there were actually other chefs who wanted to come over and have a look, but they were all stared back by the head chef.
The reason why the chef who cooks the first stove is called the master chef is usually because his skills are the best in the entire kitchen.
Comrade Xu knew that they came here at this time and wanted to steal their teacher.
He didn't rush anyone, and he did his things in an orderly manner according to his usual order. If he could learn the essence of a dish with just a few glances, there would be chefs everywhere with his superb skills.