267: C267 Treasured Knife

C267 Treasured Knife

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The middle-aged man was seriously using the knife that Yang Song gave him to split the pork, and the young man beside him looked to be his disciple. He said with a disdainful expression, "A few hundred thousand, at most a few thousand dollars! Master, this kid is too good at bragging! "

"What do you know!" The middle-aged man had used a blade for decades, he knew very well what kind of knife was good or bad, "A few thousand yuan? I'll give you ten thousand dollars, and you go get me a knife like this! I want as much as I have! Several hundred thousand a blade should not be enough. According to the specifications of the blade, several hundred thousand was required, but it should be a set! "I can't tell what material this blade is made of, but it's incomparably sharp. Even cutting a bone would be easy!

"Impossible!" That fellow must have purposely shown off his strength for us to see! " The young people did not believe that such a small knife could actually be worth a few hundred thousand yuan. He had never heard of a blade worth hundreds of thousands of yuan!

The middle-aged man looked at his disciple in disappointment and waved his hand to signal his disciple to take the bull bone. The young man didn't understand, but he still walked over and returned with a cow bone. The middle-aged man looked at the bone and said, "Come and try our bone cleaver!"

The young man nodded and started to chop the beef bone on the table. However, after looking at it for seven or eight times, he only managed to break it. The young man put down the chopper and panted, "Teacher, this beef bone is too tough!"

"Ox bones are originally very hard, but look!" As the middle-aged man spoke, he had his disciple take a step back. Then, he brandished Yang Song's blade and suddenly chopped at the bull bone! The knife cut into the bone but did not cut through. It was only about half of the blade, and the blade was embedded into the bone!

With great effort, the middle-aged man finally pulled the blade out. Looking at his already dull disciple, he smiled bitterly: "This blade is truly a good blade, it's not that the blade is not good, but my strength is insufficient, and I have no way to completely cut through the ox's bones. Look at this blade again, it's still full of spirit! "There were no injuries at all!"

The young man took the blade and examined it carefully. Putting aside the fact that it was damaged, there wasn't even a small crack on it. This was too bizarre! Even though the bone blade had been rolled up, there wasn't the slightest bit of damage on the blade?

"Work hard!" The little God of Cooking is definitely not someone from the same pond. His skills and the equipment on him are not something we can even dream of. As the middle-aged man said this, he continued working!

At this moment, a middle-aged woman who was standing to the side heard the middle-aged man's words. Her eyes slyly turned as she continued with her work. No one knew what he was thinking!

Yang Song walked over to Chen Ming's side and took a look. There had already been more than a dozen barbecues already, and there were only a few left. Chen Ming and Meng Shihan's eyes were both red from the smoke.

"This thing is too scary!" This is killing me! " Chen Ming wiped his tears and then went back to his work!

"Do well! I'll make you something nice to eat when I get back! " Yang Song comforted everyone and then turned around to continue working! The ducks had probably all been cleaned, so Yang Song needed to chop the ducks!

Yang Song took a glance at them and shook his head. He found his father and said, "Uncle Shen, this stove is still lacking a little bit, at least four more!"

"Alright!" Don't worry, I'll go prepare it now! I'll definitely get them all by noon! " Father Shen was currently busy with work and sweating profusely, but his heart was at ease. After hearing Yang Song's words, he patted his chest and guaranteed it.

A stove like this was originally quite simple to set up. The main problem was that the big pot was rather hard to get, but if he wanted to borrow it, he could still borrow it. This was the scope of his father's position.

As for the other four stoves, two were used to steam the fish and two were used to cut the chicken, so they had to be made at the same time. Otherwise, if it got cold, the taste would be terrible, and with stewed goose and ducks, they could be stewed in advance and then heated up simply.

To put it simply, carrots were like this. During the first time they cooked, no matter how much they stewed, they were unable to stew that kind of delicacy, but after placing it in the pot for an afternoon, they would heat it up again. That kind of delicacy, it was impossible to express with words, and no one knew why it was so.

If even a duck or a goose could be said like this, then the taste would become even better after a new heat! Yang Song did not plan to bring the chicken back into the pot or anything like that, as long as it was simply stuffy and cooked. After the second heat, it was no longer a sliced chicken, but some other type of mess, which could be called a stewed chicken.

Now that everyone had started to get busy, Yang Song reminded everyone, "First get the ducks and geese, now all the poultry are ready." Yang Song took the ducks on the chopping board and secretly took out a kitchen knife from his bosom, which was especially sharp and cold, as if it was a show. Yang Song took the knife, and divided it in three, and did not hesitate at all. Both of his hands seemed to fit together with the soldiers for many years.

The middle-aged pig slaughtering man from before came out with two cups of tea. He placed one next to Yang Song and said with a smile, "Look at how many ducks you cut in one breath. You must be tired. Drink some hot tea and have a rest!"

"It's fine, this is nothing!" Yang Song smiled and thanked the middle-aged man for his good intentions. He picked up his teacup and took a sip before continuing with his work!

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Song's cutting action and sighed, "All my life, I have been following the knife, but I was still unable to transform into such a skilled person. I'm really envious of you!"

"I'm not that good either!" Yang Song smiled humbly. This was not a restaurant, so he didn't need to show the arrogance of a God of Cooking. Thus, he reverted to his humble appearance, "Eh? Are you done here? "

"Almost there! I need to cut out some of the flesh from the bones. My little disciple is busy, so I took the time to be lazy! Rest assured, I can return the blade to you soon! " The middle-aged man pointed at the busy young man and started joking with Yang Song!

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