Su Le said: "It's still time for you to change it now."

Zhu Laoer sighed and said, "It's too late, I've reported my name to you. Everyone knows that you are my apprentice. If you lose this time, it's a shame. It's a big deal to cause me to lose face." Zhu Laoer finally regained his competitive spirit.

When Su Le heard that he had signed up, he immediately felt excited. He leaned over to Zhu Laoer and sat down: "Master, it turns out that you went to sign up for me just now."

Zhu Laoer said: "There are four people who are qualified to participate in the competition this time, Mao Qingzhong, Qian Xiaohong, you and that bastard." When talking about that bastard, Zhu Laoer was so angry that he was itchy. The bastard was naturally Shen Yingnan.

Su Le had learned about the information of these three people through Miao Qingyu before, and he smiled and said, "Master, don't worry, I will definitely win you a championship this time."

Zhu Laoer said: "What a bad thing for the champion? Others don't know you, but I don't know your weight yet. You don't have the ability to do that. The reason why I promised you to participate in the competition was because your words touched me."

Su Le blinked: "What sentence?"

Zhu Laoer said: "Even if we can't get it, that damn person can't even get it."

Su Le burst into laughter.

Zhu Laoer scolded: "You laugh so hard, this is very reasonable!"

Seeing that Master's mood finally returned to the past, Su Le felt comforted in his heart. He smiled and said, "Master, if you have a bet, you may not lose. I should also have a chance to win."

Zhu Laoer is much more realistic than Su Le: "Unless a miracle happens, you will not have any chance at all. The disciples in our sect will be divided into three levels: low-quality, medium-quality and high-quality based on the level of comprehensive cooking skills."

Su Le said curiously: "I have never heard of it. Didn't it mean it should be divided into primary, intermediate and advanced?"

Zhu Laoer touched the cigarette on the table, took out a dot and said, "That's the official statement, but the cooking skills were passed down thousands of years ago. The recognized ancestor of our industry is Peng Keng, that is, Peng Zu, the eighth-generation grandson of Huangdi. He lived 880 years old since Emperor Yao! He is the ancestor of our industry. Compared with Peng Zu, the official is nothing!"

Su Le smiled and said, "Of course, the ancestor naturally has the most say."

Zhu Laoer said: "I heard that the cooking association is also reconsidering the issue of grading recently. If our industry is divided according to the tradition left by our ancestors, it should be to help the chef, cook, cook, cook, chef, chef, master, master, master, master, and the highest chef god."

Su Le said: "I know the chef god, that guy is in Hong Kong, isn't Zhou Xingxing? The desolate and ecstasy rice is quite awesome!"

Zhu Lao Er spat and said, "I'm telling you serious things. Can you concentrate on your Hong Kong and Taiwan dramas with me?"

Su Le said: "Master, according to you, what level am I equivalent to now?"

Zhu Laoer narrowed his eyes and looked at him. His eyes were obviously very disdainful. Su Le knew that he was going to hit him again, but this guy had a strong psychological quality, not to mention that since he became a disciple, Zhu Laoer had never stopped attacking him. Su Le's heart was tempered and had already practiced so hard that he was still looking at Zhu Laoer with a smile on his face without any injuries.

Zhu Laoer said: "You are the best of a group of chefs. I know you are definitely not convinced, but you are born in a wild way."

Su Le said unconvincedly: "What's wrong with Ye Luzi's origin? Nowadays, the so-called chefs in many big hotels are not as good as those of wild chefs. Not to mention anything else, the two dishes at the wedding hall of last night's dinner are not as good as you, Master."

Zhu Laoer was not a fool, so he immediately understood that this guy had something else in his words. He was simply saying that he was also a wild chef. Zhu Laoer smiled instead of anger and said, "Yes, I am also a wild chef, but a wild chef is of different qualities, and a wild chef must have a comparison."

Su Le said: "Master, what level do you think you are currently?"

Zhu Laoer said, "What do you think?"

Su Le said: "I think you are quite awesome, at least at the level of a master." When he said this, the boy had a hypocritical smile on his face, which made Zhu Laoer look quite uncomfortable. He knew that the boy was right and wrong at first glance. Zhu Laoer said: "I am a little self-aware, I can't reach it."

Su Le said: "It should be enough. My master is the Southeast chef god. Even if his disciples are not good, they must be the master."

Zhu Laoer sighed and said, "The Southeast Chef God is only a gift from someone else. How can I be that chef? My master once said during his lifetime that cooking skills are not only about acquired efforts, but also have an extremely important relationship with innate endowments. If the talent is average, even if you work hard in this life and pay much more sweat than others, at most it will reach the level of a master. At the level of a master, you can become a school and create a separate cuisine. My master has only reached this level." Zhu Laoer said this very seriously and could not see any jokes.

Su Le couldn't help but feel a slump in his heart. He always thought that there was not much mystery in the cooking arts. He was nothing more than diligent study and practice. He didn't expect that even Master Miao Suiyi was only at the level of a master. So from this, the master said that he was not at the level of a master was not deliberately suppressed. Su Le said: "Master, then who can afford to be the title of Grandmaster?

Zhu Laoer narrowed his eyes and said, "The south and the north eat the west and the east and the deaf, the five people are the true masters."

Su Le was fascinated by his hearing, and it sounded like the magical powers of the East Evil, the West, the South, the North Beggar, the most cool and awesome! He asked carefully: "Master, do they have to come to Huashan Concubine every ten years to select a generation of chef gods?"

Zhu Laoer smiled indifferently and said, "Cooking God, what kind of chef is there in this world? The way of cooking is endless. I don't believe that anyone in this world can really shock the heroes. There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. The scope and influence of cooking skills are broader than the previous two. In the cooking world, no one is willing to be inferior to others. There are very few modest and cautious people, and all the frivolous and restless people are emerging one after another. Even a small wild chef thinks that he has reached the level of middle-class chefs. No wonder there are now chaos of many masters as many as dogs and masters everywhere." Zhu Laoer criticized the current problems, and also knocked on his apprentice again.

Su Le didn't seem to realize he was scolding him, and still smiled honestly: "Master, no matter what others think, in my heart, you will always be a master."

Zhu Laoer just said that there are so many masters, so the kid said this. Zhu Laoer scolded: "Damn, scold me around the bush, do you want to be punished?"

Su Le smiled and shook her head.

Zhu Laoer said: "Come with me."

The master and apprentice came to the backyard. The yard was very small, with a kitchen table in the middle. There was a chopping board on the kitchen table, and a pile of white radish was placed next to the chopping board.

Zhu Laoer said: "Although you have not received formal training, to be fair, your knife skills are quite acceptable."

Su Lexin said it was really rare that you could praise me.

Zhu Laoer handed the kitchen knife to Su Le and said, "Don't you often boast about how good your knife skills are? Now you can cut it for me, take out your strength to feed your breasts, and try to cut it to the thinnest."

Su Le took over the kitchen knife. Since he became a disciple, Zhu Laoer has not deliberately trained his skills in using swords. It is mainly to improve his physical fitness, especially to improve his upper and lower limbs. The lower plate must be firm and rooted, so that his arms can be freely used. Although Su Le did not undergo regular training in the past, his knife skills have always been good. Through this period of practice, the arm strength and wrist strength have risen to a higher level, and Zhu Laoer, a swordsman, is here to guide him. It can be said that his knife skills have improved significantly without realizing it.

Zhu Laoer said: "Before using a knife, you should pay attention to whether the blade in your hand is sharp and has no gaps. It is true that if you want to be good, you must first sharpen the tool. Pay attention to whether the surface of the cutting board where you drop the knife is flat and even. This is a good place for the knife. Another point is that when dropping the knife, you must keep the strength even. Never use heavy front and light back, or use force first and then relax, and keep it consistent."

Su Le took a deep breath with his kitchen knife in his hand, penetrated his fingertips, and maintained a consistent rhythm, layer by layer of crystal clear jade slicing under the blade like autumn water.

A potato was cut quickly. Zhu Laoer came over, picked up a piece of radish, raised it to the bright moon in the night sky, and shone it. The radish slices were cut very thinly. Through the radish slices, you could see the moonlight penetrated, but they still did not meet his requirements.

Su Le said: "Master, you think you are the leader of Chinese primary school. Do you have to cut the radish into a transparent effect?" He picked one from it and compared it to the moonlight like Zhu Laoer: "Master, this piece is thin, you can see the moon. It's amazing. I cut out the legendary moon dizzy..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already suffered a heavy thunder on his head. Zhu Lao Er cursed: "The moon halo, the pregnancy is almost the same. I have just emphasized to you that you must keep the strength even. Do you have ears? I don't blame you for not being able to cut the moon halo, but you can't even do the most basic uniformity. Waste, it's simply waste!"

Su Le said: "Master, why don't you give me a demonstration?" Today he took out all the hard work, but he still couldn't cut out the moon halo that Master asked for. That thing has been seen in anime novels but has never been there. Su Le didn't believe it can be done. The moisture content of radishes is relatively high, but it is crispy and easy to cut to the level of paper, but it is difficult to make.

Zhu Laoer held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced at Su Le with a squint. He knew that Su Le was provoking him. He would not admit his hand tonight. Zhu Laoer reached out to take the kitchen knife. He did not take the radish, but reached out to choose one of the other piles of potatoes, holding the potatoes in one hand and the knife in the other. His eyes were squinting as if they were so smoked that they could not be opened. He put the potatoes on the chopping board and didn't look at the potatoes at all. He raised his hand and the knife fell.
Chapter completed!