Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

Zhou Xing recalled the time when he was in his twenties... He had just turned from a kitchen assistant to a head chef. At that time, he... He had always lacked confidence. After all, his master had always said that he was stupid. He said that he learned too slowly and that he did not have much confidence. However, the young man in front of him had actually reached the level of his culinary skills back then?    

    

He thought for a moment and said, "Since that's the case, little brother, make a dish for me to take a look at first."    

    

Wu Lai did not have any reason to do so and immediately nodded his head in agreement.    

    

He walked over to the stove and frowned immediately. The stove was very simple and did not have many extra tools. It was just a pot, a stove, and a knife.    

    

What Wu Lai cared about the most was that although the chopping board had been there for a long time, there were no scars on it. It was as smooth as a mirror.    

    

It did not look like a chopping board that a chef often used.    

    

Wu Lai's hand touched the chopping board and he closed his eyes.    

    

This was definitely a chopping board that was used every day!    

    

"Oh right, little brother, this chopping board of mine is a treasure. Please don't let any traces be left on it." Only then did Zhou Xing's voice ring out.    

    

Wu Lai smiled slightly. He already knew what was going on with this chopping board.    

    

He used it every day, but the strength of each strike he used on this chopping board was appropriate. There wouldn't be any traces left behind, which made this chopping board look so clean and clean.    

    

This was the degree of control of knife skills and strength. It might be difficult for other chefs, but in Wu Lai's eyes, this was child's play.    

    

When Wu Lai held the handle of the knife, he was stunned for a moment. He actually felt a little different will from the handle of the knife!    

    

Although it was very weak, Wu Lai was sure that this knife was the kitchen knife that Zhou Xing had used for more than 40 years!    

    

When one's skills were close to the Dao, there would be a qualitative change when something reached the extreme. Perhaps this was the reason why there was a faint and faint will on the knife.    

    

Zhou Xing's eyes instantly froze. He looked at Wu Lai without moving and did not leave.    

    

There were many ingredients in the kitchen. They were all prepared by Zhou Xing to study new dishes when he had nothing to do. Every one of them was very fresh. They were the highest grade existences outside.    

    

Wu Lai moved his knife.    

    

Floating light and shadow.    

    

The kitchen knife that was usually flying in his hands had now turned into countless blade shadows in Wu Lai's hands!    

    

"Good knife skills. Looks like this little brother is not only a chef, but also a martial artist." Only now did Zhou Xing understand why Wu Lai could have such high attainments at such a young age. Once he had the foundation of a warrior, whether it was the knife skills or the processing of ingredients, the control of strength had an advantage that ordinary people could not achieve.    

    

This was the so-called talent, and it was also something that he did not possess.    

    

"That's right." Old Heavenly Master nodded. "Continue watching."    

    

After the knife was done, it was time to deal with it. Every movement of Wu Lai seemed to be from a textbook. There was no mistake, just like what was described in the book. There was no deviation, but just like that, Zhou Xing finally frowned.    

    

"How is it? What did you see?" Old Heavenly Master asked.    

    

"En, if I'm not mistaken, everything he did seemed to have been formalized. The taste he made could definitely surpass that of countless people, but among them, he lacked emotions and details."