Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

At least according to Zhao Ke's standards, this kind of knife skills is already very rare and fluent.

What's even more rare is that the blade is thin and soft, but the female chef handles it very accurately. Each cut is neat and neat with a distance of less than one centimeter.

It's just that knife work is good knife work though.

But for some reason, everyone was terrified when they saw it.

The few who were fantasizing about comparing themselves to that steed before even shouted coldly and gasped.

If it were me, I am afraid that now, I would be crying without tears, life would be worse than death.

I saw the cut spheres, soaked in lemon juice.

Then, the dough is wrapped, deep-fried, re-fried, repeatedly fried, and so on.

Zhao Ke looked at it seriously, but he focused more on that monk.

"boom!"

Watching everyone cook in full swing.

The American guy who was carrying the corpse before suddenly put his toolbox heavily on the stove.

The loud noise inevitably attracted everyone's attention.

At this time, I saw a sly gleam in the eyes of the American guy.

Slowly opening the box, I saw the swollen female corpse, squeezed in the box, already deformed.

And at this time, the American guy actually kissed the female corpse fiercely in front of everyone.

This kiss is deep, intense, and dark.

My dear, many cooks present were stunned for a moment, and then their entire faces turned green.

"vomit!"

Some cooks couldn't stand it any longer, threw themselves on the ground and spat.

One vomited, and the others were affected together.

As a result, after they were relieved, they found that either the vegetables were burnt or the fire was too hot.

The pastry was steamed, but it missed the time and turned into a paste.

Some boiled beef simply spit out a pot.

After all kinds of confusions occurred frequently, the American guy looked back and saw that he had killed these competitors invisibly, and felt very satisfied.

To be able to think of such a big move, he is considered well-intentioned.

Compared to these useless cooks.

The real master immediately surfaced.

I saw the female chef, who was concentrating on arranging her masterpiece, without being influenced by the Americans at all.

Two golden spheres, cut and fried repeatedly.

After filtering out the oil inside, not only the appearance is golden, but after the sphere is pulled apart, two golden hollow lanterns appear.

A smear of tomato sauce was smeared on it, and after being decorated with two slices of mint, the two spheres looked even more beaming.

"Buzzing..."

Another big man from Russia, no matter what you do, he just waved his own chainsaw, cut the meat into pieces, and said disgusting, no less than the Americans.

The other is the middle-aged man in a suit holding a dagger.

The exquisite scalpel was cutting rapidly in front of the chopping board, and the scalp of those who watched felt numb.

As for the monk.

Seeing now, Zhao Ke found that this monk behaved really ordinary.

A series of actions such as picking vegetables, washing vegetables, and washing rice made people feel that the other party could not be said to be a quick-moving chef.

Or rather, just an ordinary person cooking a simple lunch for himself.

Even the selected ingredients are all vegetarian dishes.

But the more this happened, the more dignified Zhao Ke's expression became. This is not ordinary, but back to basics.

As my teacher often said, the real delicacy is not in a restaurant, but at home.

Every time he said this, the old man's eyes were always very deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It's just that this old man has been looking for him all his life, wandering around the world, and until now, he is still a bachelor.

Who knows what this bad old man is looking for.

Every time Zhao Ke asked, he always gave Zhao Ke a bad face and told Zhao Ke to get out and chop vegetables.

Of course, this home does not refer to ordinary home cooking.

It is a feeling, a unique taste, indescribable, intangible, and rare in the realm of cooking.

"Hey! Don't look at it, it's almost ready, did you mean it?"

At this time, the fourth child of the five ghosts finally couldn't bear it anymore, stuck his head out, and urged Zhao Ke.

Chapter 420

Zhao Ke ignored the fourth child's words, there was still plenty of time.

Now it's less than a third of the time, Zhao Ke doesn't need to worry about time at all.

Instead, he concentrated on staring at the monk.

Although the other party's performance was mediocre, but because of his professional sensitivity, Zhao Ke stared at every movement of the monk, for fear of missing something.

He has an intuition, a very strong intuition.

Part of this intuition came from Zhao Ke's amazing perception.

The other part comes from Zhao Ke himself.

Just like when a catastrophe strikes, wild beasts tend to be the first to perceive the crisis, it is an innate intuition.