?Fat Zheng is well-made and has a bad temper. Thinking about the time, five years ago, he was only in his early twenties and came to Hanzhou in his old clothes and a pack of dust. Seeing that the newly opened Mo Zhuxuan had a grand front and the decoration was profound and unconventional, he felt that he liked it very much. He went straight to the store and ordered a table of dishes, eating and finding faults. None of the more than ten dishes could catch his eyes. He also said contemptuously: "Hanzhou Mo Zhuxuan is just like this, and it is not as delicious as the dishes made by the snack department."

At that time, Mo Zhuxuan's chef was Liu Dahong, and he was also a little famous in Hanzhou. Of course, he was not convinced when he heard such an evaluation. He came out of the kitchen to argue with Fatty Zheng, "You say the dishes I cook are not delicious, so how about you tell me the problem?"

Unexpectedly, the fat man spoke eloquently and pointed out the problems of these dishes, which were actually very good.

At that time, Mo Zhuxuan's boss Tian often came to the restaurant and was very concerned about running a good business. Unlike now, he didn't come once every ten days or half a month. He immediately found the clue and asked, "Are you a chef?"

Fatty Zheng nodded and admitted, and said to the point: "If you use a guy who can't cook, you will get rid of it within half a year of the hotel."

Liu Dahong was so angry that he wanted to go crazy and rushed over to fight against Fatty Zheng. His disciples and other chefs also rushed to beat this guy who didn't know how to be tall and strong, but was stopped by Boss Tian.

Boss Tian is named Tian Shiyi, who is also a well-informed person. He thought the young people in front of him were unusual. He asked with great interest: "Then tell me, how do I build a restaurant to continue to operate without being bad?"

Fatty Zheng said shamelessly: "Let me be a chef. Not only will your restaurant not be bad, but it will also be very popular."

After hearing this, Liu Dahong and other chefs cursed, "Cao, you can die if you don't brag."

"Bastard, what's the right way to say this?"

Fatty Zheng snorted coldly. He opened the package on the chair next to him, took out a kitchen knife from it and placed it on the table, and said in a deep voice: "Just rely on my knife."

Everyone looked at it and saw that the kitchen knife was slightly larger than normal size. The blade was as thin as paper and the cold light shining. The handle seemed to be made of pure gold. It was cast into a dragon shape and was lifelike. The dragon's tail was about an inch long and spread on the back of the knife, with dazzling golden scales.

Seeing this kitchen knife, a group of people were secretly surprised. If the handle of the knife was really pure gold, the knife would be expensive, at least worth more than 100,000 yuan. However, when they saw that the fat man was dressed in an extremely ordinary manner, they immediately denied it. It was impossible. Can such a guy take out the golden knife? What a joke?

The chefs said contemptuously: "I want to come over and pretend to be awesome with such a copper-plated knife. What are you thinking?"

"We Chef Liu don't have any knife. Just pulling it out will be a hundred times stronger than your broken knife..."

Fatty Zheng snorted coldly: "A dog's eyes look down on people. What kind of knife are you? You dare to speak wildly? It seems that you are also frogs in the well and have no knowledge. I'd better spread the knowledge to you. This is the Golden Dragon Sword, one of the top ten important weapons in the kitchen."

A group of chefs looked at each other. They had never heard of it. What other important tools in the kitchen are really fake?

Liu Dahong didn't believe the fat man's words at all. The kitchen knife he showed looked good and sharp, but was not suitable for cooking. It was big and fancy, and it was definitely heavy and unable to fully use the knife skills. If the handle of the knife was pure gold, then how heavy the knife would be? If you cut the vegetables for a day, you can exhaust people. He said coldly: "No matter whether you are the Golden Dragon Sword or the Golden Snake Sword, you can be the chef of Mo Zhuxuan. If you have any real skills, you can use it."

Fatty Zheng laughed and said, "What do you want?"

Liu Dahong snorted: "Doucai. We use the same ingredients to make four dishes and one soup for each person to give it a review. If you cook better than me, I will leave immediately and ask you to be the chef of Mo Zhuxuan. If the dishes you cook are not as good as me, I want you to kowtow to me three times in front of everyone, call me my master, and then get out quickly."

Fatty Zheng agreed without hesitation, "Okay, just do it like this, it's a matter of just one word, it doesn't matter what raw materials you use."

Seeing that the fat man agreed so happily, Liu Dahong felt a little upset, thinking that the other party could do something and he must not take it lightly. Therefore, he chose the mandarin fish, beef, lotus root, taro, and duck that he was best at, and began to compete with the fat man.

In the spacious and tidy modern kitchen, Liu Dahong and Fatty Zheng stood in front of different stoves, with various ingredients nearby. They had to complete four dishes and one soup within half an hour. One of the dishes was standing on the intimidating golden dragon sword.

As Tian Shiyi began, the two became busy during the countdown. Originally, a group of chefs thought that Liu Dahong would win the game in this competition, but he was very good at cooking, but when the two grabbed the kitchen knife and started cutting vegetables, they were stunned.

Liu Dahong used his sword very quickly, and his speed was beyond the reach of everyone. However, the fat man's sword skills could only be described as cool. He grabbed a piece of lotus root with his left hand and threw it into the air. The golden dragon sword with his right hand shook it in the air for several times, which was simply invisible. In an instant, the head and tail of the lotus root was removed, and the remaining foot long was cut into four petals but it was not separated but still stuck to the cutting board. Then the sound of the lotus root continued, and the lotus root turned into countless thin slices. In the blink of an eye, as the kitchen knife scraped the vegetable pier, the lotus root slices flew into the air like snowflakes and fell into the wok next to it.

On the other hand, although Liu Dahong was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and kept waving the kitchen knife, he was only cut in half of the lotus root. This shows that there is a big gap in the knife skills between the two sides.

A group of chefs were stunned, and the boss Tian Shiyi was also surprised. He sighed in his heart that there were very few Hanzhou who could compete with this knife skills alone. This is no longer something that can be achieved after many years of hard work. Even ordinary people cannot reach this level in their entire lives. It can only be said that the other party has talent and strict training to have the knife skills that stand out for the chefs.

Fatty Zheng finished cutting the lotus root slices, then cut the side dishes, and immediately lit the stove. One stove sat in the steamer to boil water, and the other stove stir-fry the lotus root slices. Although this guy was fat, he was very fast. The flames rose and licked the bottom of the pot, and the wok was churning, and the lotus root slices jumped like other side dishes. As he poured the second pot into the wok, he was so beautiful that a gorgeous blue flame burned in the pot.

Everyone was surprised. What kind of trick was this? He didn't use oil to stir-fry lotus roots, but poured Erguotou into the pot. This was the first time they saw someone stir-frying like this. However, even though they were surprised and puzzled, no one dared to say anything, because the basic skills exposed by the fat man were far beyond their reach, and even chef Liu Dahong was far from the same...
Chapter completed!