Magic Chef of Ice and Fire

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The left hand kept rotating the plate, making the winter melon cup on it spin faster and faster. The blue dragon appeared in Nian Bing's mind, and every expression of the dragon melted into the blade in his hand as if alive. , Qinglong Carlodiris, its roar, its pounce, and its fluttering dragon chant are all so clear in Nian Bing's mind. Chaji has never seen a dragon, but Nian Bing has seen it. The Qinglong Carodiris is a real dragon. No matter how proficient the sword skills of Chaji's peak period, there is only an imaginary dragon shape and no real dragon god. Marrow, perhaps, Nian Bing's knife skills have not reached his level, but he has already surpassed blue in grasping the dragon's marrow, so his ghost sculpture is alive, and the dragon is also alive.

Sculpture does not necessarily need a long time to have the best performance, especially under the influence of ghost carving, Nian Bing's voice is full of arrogance, and the formula finally appeared.

"Ghost-hand-drop-place-shock-sky-change-." As if at this moment, he was a ghost sculpture, and the blue light turned into a dragon shape, which was continuously printed on the wax gourd cup .

"Carve—Cheng—Wave—Tao—Hundred—Return—Swirl—." The blade turned over, and the blue light continued to attack the jasper-like wax gourd in front of him like waves.

"God-craft-thousand-ancient-present-fang-in-." The knife technique changed again, from delicate to wide open, and each cut brought a deep hole ravine.

"Knife—rising—remnant—moon—reflecting—cold—spring—." The orchid light suddenly emitted ten thousand rays of light, as if a crescent moon appeared in the winter melon cup, and the whole winter melon The cup was completely rendered silvery white, and the blue light flowing down like spring water lightly moistened every corner of the winter melon cup, and the miraculous knife technique was sublimated in an instant, and a faint dragon aura surrounded it. The wax gourd cup was spinning continuously, the faint blue light disappeared, and the white ice mist that lingered around the winter melon cup made the whole winter melon cup a bit more mysterious.

Gui Diaoyin, Nian Bing's right hand was trembling slightly. Even he himself didn't know how many knives he had made in the previous carving. The strength of his fingers and wrists had been shown to the limit. He knew that at least within three days, his It is no longer possible to do anything with my right hand. However, his mood at this time is extremely joyful, because he knows that he has succeeded, and finally succeeded in touching the essence of Longyu Jiwu, and found the feeling when the spirit and cooking skills are integrated, not only the dragon Yu Jiwu will enter the realm of great success, and similarly, his understanding of cooking skills will also enter another realm.

Panting slightly, Nian Bing looked at the winter melon cup in front of him, the rotating plate gradually stopped, and the ice fog gradually disappeared. Except for Nian Bing himself and Zixiu, everyone showed disappointment, because they On the jasper-like winter melon cup, I can only see irregular lines that intersect vertically and horizontally, and around these lines, there are also white winter melon powders. On the edge, there is an extra protrusion on each of the three equally divided points. No one knows how it is formed, but the protrusion looks weird,

There is nothing unusual about it. Compared with the gorgeous knife light, the result was obviously unsatisfactory, and even Zi Qingmeng sat back in her seat disappointed.

Nian Bing glanced at the winter melon cup expressionlessly, and took the rice next to him. The water was dry, and he flicked his wrist suddenly, and the wet rice in the bowl rushed into the sky. Four knife shadows appeared, and the rice was completely surrounded by the light of the knife. The basin where the rice was placed before was circled in the air.

Pour out the rice and put it on the chopping board. Nian Bing took a piece of cloth from the side and wrapped it around his right hand, then wrapped it around his wrist and tied it tightly. This time, he took out the ghost sculpture with his left hand, which was a ghost sculpture. The third small knife from the largest to the smallest, the blade is much smaller than the previous one, and the front end is only half the width of a willow leaf. Unfortunately, I can’t use my right hand now, but the food in front of me still needs to sit down , and moved his left hand. This time, his goal is rice. Of course, no matter how powerful he is, it is impossible to carve any pattern on rice now. What he has to do is both simple and difficult. With a flash of a knife, a grain of rice Picked up into the iron basin again, at this time, the rice is no longer the original oval shape, but has become a circle, and the skill of carving a circle has been completed in just this picking effort, if not for everyone in the talent field. With amazing eyesight, one would definitely think that he was doing useless work. Rice is very brittle, even if it is frozen, it will be the same green, but after freezing, although it is brittle, it will become much harder. What Nian Bing wants is this hardness. His right hand has performed Longyu Jiwu. This time, he With his left hand, he casts Jinzixuxuan Picking Jue, which is good at engraving Jinzixuan. It is very simple to use it to carve circles. The tip of the knife keeps picking out, and each knife will pick out a grain of rice. Soon, there are fewer and fewer rice grains on the chopping board. When the last grain of rice enters the basin, there is only a pile of debris left on the table. Nian Bing did not throw away the crumbs, but carefully put them into a plate. After finishing all this, he finally showed a faint smile on his face, looked at his wrapped right hand, and looked up at Zixiu.

Zixiu was still pressing the noodles and meat at this time. When Nian Bing looked up at him, he opened the lid of the pot on the side, and the rich aroma immediately filled the whole kitchen. Zixiu took a deep breath and ordered it a little narcissistically. Nodded, shook his left hand, took a large colander, copied it in the pot, and all the ingredients in it were filled out. Although this seemed very simple, Nian Bing's heart skipped a beat. It is by no means as simple as it looks on the surface. The first is timing. The moment when the colander strikes is exactly the moment when the soup is boiling the most. Moreover, the colander looks like a single flash, but in fact it flashes seven times in a row, and changes the angle seven times in a row, which is called soup. All the ingredients in the bowl are filled out, and this colander fully reflects the superb cooking skills of the camel chef, and Nian Bing asked himself that he could not do it.

Zixiu looked up at Nian Bing, and said with a strange smile: "Boy, are you tired? My side will be fine soon. It seems that we are going to two extremes. I am simplifying things, and you are Simplify it into complexity. Look carefully." He turned the noodles on the chopping board sideways, and then put the meat on the noodles. Everyone was surprised to find that the shape of the noodles that were pressed earlier was exactly the same as that of the meat, and the meat fell on the noodles. On the top, you can't see the noodles below at all, and the meat doesn't stick out at all. Zixiu pressed on the meat, put his right index finger under the noodles, and raised his fingertips, and the pieces of noodles and meat flew up out of thin air. The face piece was spinning in the air, and Zixiu glanced at Nian Bing, and shouted in a deep voice: "Life is torn apart—the eagle—the hand—." At this moment, his originally somewhat obscene appearance rose a bit. With a mighty aura, his hands protruded like lightning, and countless hand shadows were transformed. The cyan light appeared on the fingertips, and the sound of breaking the silk sounded, and the face was divided into two. It is no smaller than the noodles, and after being torn into two pieces, it is still the same as the original overlapping, without any change. Zixiu's movements didn't stop, the two torn pieces of dough overlapped and were torn apart again, the sound of breaking the silk kept ringing, and the dough pieces combined with noodles and meat kept splitting and combining, splitting and combining again. Seeing this, Nian Bing couldn't help showing a dignified look on his face. He knew very well that Zixiu's previous techniques of kneading, pressing the dough, and pressing the meat must be very special, so that the toughness of the noodles and meat can be reached to the limit. Guess wrong, now the noodles and meat are as tough as cloth. If I change myself, I may not be able to tear it open.

After Zixiu tore it nine times in succession, the dough piece had become five hundred and twelve red and white strands. He didn't continue to tear it off. When he turned his wrist, the dough strands quickly spun together like a twist. , red and white look very eye-catching, Nian Bing secretly admires, it is not easy to distinguish the texture of the meat, and Zixiu will use the life torn and heavy hawk to the limit, from the very beginning to the meat When kneading the dough, a special technique has already been used. In addition to the magical tearing technique, in the slow kneading process, the effect is no less than that of my own hand.

The facial silk was rolled into a ball, and the blue light on Zixiu's hands suddenly became brighter. Both hands moved at the same time, clenched from the two ends of the face to the middle, so that fingerprints appeared one after another on the facial silk. When the facial silk was covered with fingerprints, At this time, he tore it again. This time, the texture changed, and a strange scene appeared. Each strand of noodles turned into a section of white and a section of red. The shreds of meat and noodles seemed to be stuck together. After tearing it nine times, holding one end of the noodle in his hand, he came to the pot, poked his right hand from behind his waist, and a blue short blade similar to that used by Zi Qingmeng appeared.

Of course Nian Bing knew what Zixiu was about to use, so he couldn't help but widen his eyes. Zixiu's movements were very slow, the blade moved forward slowly, and stopped an inch away from the face, "Cui——screen—end— —Ning——” The four words paused one by one, and his wrist began to tremble rhythmically from the first word Cui, and when the last word Ning sounded, the knife suddenly returned to a static state, but At this moment, everyone clearly felt that the knife came alive, and a piercing scream burst out from the knife. The original knife suddenly turned into thousands of handles, and the blue light scattered like an explosion. The noodles completely devoured it, and the biggest feature of Cuimu Duanning lies in the word condensed, from static to dynamic, what is needed is an instant burst. Put the noodles into the pot, Zixiu put the lid on the pot, put the short blade in his hand on the chopping board in front of him, looked at Nian Bing, "The key to Cuimu Duan Ning's congealing is on the word Ning, the biggest feature of this knife technique is A fast word. Even your Longyujiwu can't be faster than me, and the characteristic of Longyujiwu lies in the word "wu". Dance has spirituality. Cuimu Duanning is indeed not as good as Longyujiwu. There is a difference in spirituality, and in the end, we will compare the taste." While speaking, he reopened the lid of the pot, moved it a few times with chopsticks, quickly put in more than a dozen kinds of seasonings, and continued: "I still need to cook this side for a while, it's up to you now."

Nian Bing nodded to Zixiu. Although his right hand was still unable to display its original agility, at least it was no longer trembling. He reached out to take the tofu that had been prepared in advance. This time, he drew the knife very slowly. Cut into small pieces of one inch square, unable to use the right hand of the knife to scratch the tofu, the soft tofu suddenly turned into a hard tofu block, everything is ready, what is needed now is the final processing, Nian Bing came In front of the iron pot on the fire, with a swipe of the Aotian knife in his hand, a burst of knife air flew out, lifting and falling the pot lid connected to the pot body, and the rich aroma came out with the steaming heat, chicken, shiitake mushrooms and The aroma of abalone and shark's fin has been perfectly integrated during the stewing process. Nian Bing smiled slightly, and also used a colander to take out the ingredients in the pot, but the camel chef Zixiu only used a spoonful, but he used it. It took three spoons to clear all the residue in the pot. The round ice rice was put into the pot, and he muttered a few spells. His right hand, which could not use a knife, was directly attached to the scorching pot. When the hand touched the pot, the whole palm completely became Purple, this is the effect of Ziyan Technique.

In an instant, the soup in the pot was violently tumbling, with the round ice rice constantly tumbling, Nian Bing took a pair of chopsticks with his left hand, raised his head and smiled at Zixiu, reached directly above the pot, The chopsticks were put into the pot and stirred slightly. His hands were very rhythmic. Gradually, under the influence of Nian Bing's steady left hand, vortices began to appear on the water surface, but the original boiling disappeared. The right hand continued to heat, while the left hand continued to stir. It was spinning, but the soup that had already exceeded the boiling point was no longer boiling. The pearl-shaped rice was evenly distributed in every corner of the pot, and it was spinning rapidly with the vortex. Nian Bing's left hand had already risen A ball of flames keeps out the scorching water vapor around it.

Zixiu's whole body was shocked, and he said with a little horror: "The mysterious jade hand that breaks the water and protects the face, no, this should be the flame hand that breaks the water and protects the face. When did Chaji even learn this move?"

Nian Bing kept moving his hands, raised his head and smiled and said: "This is not what the master taught me. In fact, I just learned from it. I haven't yet understood the real rhythm of Xuanyu's hands. However, doing this The effect is much better than direct cooking, and it can make the heating more even." It takes about half an hour to cook porridge to completely soften the rice into porridge, but under the heating of Ziyan Technique, Nian Bing only takes a quarter In a short time, he achieved his goal, the chopsticks were lifted from the water, he put the tofu into the pot, took the green bamboo shoots from the materials prepared on the side, and under the swift swing of the Aotian knife, the green bamboo shoots turned into a A green little Ding entered the pot, and Nian Bing put his hands on the iron pot, and used the Purple Flame Technique to rapidly heat both hands at the same time.

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