Amid the discussion, Chu Sandao said to Qiu Jiang: "Look, let's see!"

Accompanied by the last word, three knives flew up at the same time, falling on the steamed bass in front of Qiu Jiang like a storm.

When the sword light stopped again, the bass on the table seemed to have not changed, but countless knife marks appeared on the fish, and the distance between each was equal.

"One hundred knives, you count."

Chu Sandao's face was full of pride.

You should know that the sea bass is very tender, especially the cooked sea bass, which break when they are picked up, not to mention using a kitchen knife to cut into 100 slices evenly with the meat and thorns.

I have to say that the reason why this inn has become the number one in Jinpo is mostly due to the chef's magical skills.

Applause was thunderous everywhere.

Chu Sandao looked at Qiu Jiang proudly: "Are you convinced?"

Qiu Jiang suddenly stretched out her hand.

Her movements were not fast, and everyone could see clearly, including Chu Sandao herself, but she wanted to avoid it, but she didn't. Chu Sandao just watched her knife fall into Qiu Jiang's hands for no reason.

"You!" As soon as he cursed, Qiu Jiang started cutting fish with his knife.

Still the same bass.

After being cut vertically into 100 pieces as thin as cicadas by the kitchen three knives, it was cut by Qiu Jiang.

Unlike the dazzling and gorgeous knife skills of Chu Sandao, Qiu Jiang's technique is very simple.

Everyone can see clearly.

Watching her raise the knife, cut it down, and then fall again... One knife after another, the three knives fell one after another in her hand, and cut the fish horizontally again.

The fish fillet was already extremely thin and soft, but under her, she was extremely obedient, as if flowers were blooming, orderly and staggered.

This passed a quarter of an hour.

When Qiu Jiang finally stopped and held all three knives in her hand, everyone couldn't help but take a long breath.

"One hundred knives, do you want to count them too?" Qiu Jiang smiled slightly at Chu Sandao.

Chu Sandao can no longer answer.

He couldn't even say a word.

The fish body is slender and long, and it has reached its peak by cutting a hundred pieces vertically, but this person can cut another hundred pieces horizontally.

What a terrible skill this is?

Qiu Jiang handed the kitchen knife back, which was also slow enough for everyone to see clearly, but Chu Sandao still couldn't dodge and was forced into three knives in his hand.

"Although this soup is also made of shredded chicken ham as the soup base, I was lazy and did not boil the water shield in advance, but threw it into the original juice. You were afraid that the taste would not be fragrant enough, so I poured a spoonful of lard in it. The soup would be greasy if it was too mellow, and the vegetables would be astringent. Can I say it is so unpalatable now?"

Chu Sandao opened his mouth, then closed it again, opened it again, and finally stomped his feet, and threw himself to the ground and bowed: "You, you, you, you, you, I, I, I, I, accept it! Accept me as your disciple!"

Qiu Jiang gently stretched out her hand, helped him up, then smiled gently, and said softly: "I don't want it."

There was a lot of laughter in the lobby.

And this laughter has not stopped for a long time.

Half an hour later, when Qiu Jiang moved into Room No. 3 on the second floor, he could still hear the noise in the lobby downstairs.

All the guests were discussing the scene that just happened with great enthusiasm. They said that a woman from Jinpo Town came to Yiya, who was good at knife skills, and as soon as she came up, she smashed the famous chef's three-dao field.

However, Qiu Jiang stared at the candlelight on the table without any smugness. On the contrary, her expression was very quiet and a little gloomy, with a trace of thoughts in her eyes.

She pulled out a few strands of hair from her head and carefully pinned it into the cracks of the door and windows. Then she didn't take off her clothes and went to bed with the light.

She was sleeping uneasy, and there was a misty water vapor in her dream, as if many things had happened, but nothing had happened.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already dawn.

Her first move was to rush to the door to check the hair she didn't go in last night, and then her face changed suddenly-

Hair...no more...

That is to say...

Someone opened this door last night...

Entering her room...

And she...

But I didn't notice it at all.

***

When Qiu Jiang went downstairs for breakfast, the guests in the lobby were still discussing her, her magical one hundred knifes, and her youth.

When she appeared, everyone pointed at the same time, saying that it was her and she was her.

Chu Sandao seemed to have been waiting for a long time, rushed to her and said with a blushing face: "Ancestor, have you gotten up?"

Someone sneered in the lobby.

Chu Sandao turned around and glared at him: "Smile, why laugh? I wish you, I'd like to admit defeat! This girl is my ancestor from now on!"

Now everyone laughed. Even Qiu Jiang couldn't hold back her face and smiled.

"This, please--" Chu Sandao earnestly led her to the elegant seat with the best view, and saw a table of delicious dishes on it, "Beautiful, breakfast... Please give me some advice and guidance."

Qiu Jiang saw that the meat dishes were delicious and vegetarian. Although the meat dishes were exquisite, the vegetarian dishes were really unambiguous. It was obvious that they had put some effort into making them.

Qiu Jiang picked up a chopstick of incense and dried tofu into her mouth. Chu Sandao held her breath nervously: "How about it?"

"It's delicious." Qiu Jiang smiled.

Chu Sandao breathed a sigh of relief, took out a sweat towel from his sleeve and wiped his sweaty forehead: "Do, do it all night, no, no sleep."

"That's really hard..." Qiu Jiang looked at the dishes on the table, her eyes flashing. After a while, she looked up and said, "Do you know how to make sea bass better?"

"Please, please give me advice."

"Last night's sea bass was cooked with twelve spices to make the soup. It is indeed fragrant and mellow. However, the soup should not be poured directly into the fish and steamed together. Instead, it should be placed in a small bowl and stewed with the fish. After the fish is cooked, the soup will be less astringent than the raw juice, and the fish will be more fresh, fragrant, warm and soft." Qiu Jiang said this, glanced at the guests who were all listening, and hooked their fingers at the kitchen three times. "There is also the most important secret recipe. Come over, I will only tell you."

Chu Sandao was overjoyed, while others were disappointed. Some customers even slapped the table and said, "Woman Yiya, don't hide your own personal information. What good prescriptions can you share with me!"

"Yes, right, let's learn too!"

Qiu Jiang smiled: "Okay, as long as you recognize me as your ancestor."

A word is a mess.

Everyone closed their mouths at the same time. Only Chu Sandao laughed and said proudly: "I, I recognize it, so I only teach me!"

He leaned over to Qiu Jiang, Qiu Jiang lowered his voice and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "That secret recipe is - let the person who made this table of dishes for you to die."

Accompanied by the last word "death", Qiu Jiang overturned the table and rushed into the kitchen in the back hall.

Chu Sandao shouted loudly: "Stop her!"

There were originally three chores in the kitchen. Hearing the sound, he picked up the kitchen knife and rushed towards her. Qiu Jiang showed no mercy, grabbed one by one and threw it out, and rushed straight to the largest stove.

There are three stoves in the kitchen.

The largest stove is at the innermost point, and the light is dimmest. A gray-haired man arched his back and used a bamboo tube more than half a person to blow the fire. Every time he blew, he stopped and coughed, then blow, and then coughed.

Qiu Jiang slowed down and walked over step by step.

The man suddenly spoke, "Add a pot of water into the pot and avoid those soup cups. After the meal, Qizhu would drink a bowl of stewed crispy and fragrant soup. The soup I stewed is the most authentic, because I never add water to it... I use the steamed dew in the pot, and the steamed dew drips into the pot, drop by drop, and all the essence."

Qiu Jiang walked to the pot and lifted the lid as big as a round table. She saw a large steaming holder inside, with forty-nine egg-sized pots placed on it. Each one had different materials, some were bamboo, some were wood, some were jade, and some were stone... and the jars were filled with a wide range of things. At first glance, there were as many as twelve kinds of meat alone, not to mention some strange spices.

Below the steaming holder is a large pot of boiling water. The water vapor spreads up and condenses on the lid of the pot and drips into the cups. For a moment, the nose is filled with an attractive fragrance.

Qiu Jiang thought for a while and poured a pot of cold water into the pot as he said.

The man laughed and his voice was hoarse and rude: "Good Kung Fu."

Indeed, it was not easy to avoid such dense jars that seemed to have almost no gaps and pour cold water into the steaming holder. But Qiu Jiang completed it effortlessly, which just reflected the stability of her hands, the speed of movement, and the accuracy of her force.

"I can not only pour a pot of water into this pot, but also hold a person. Do you believe it?" Qiu Jiang held the lid of the pot and did not cover it for a long time. After the level in the pot was quiet for a while, it began to steam again, and the water vapor filled the air, and her eyes were as bright as cold stars in the hazy white smoke.

However, the man did not look scared, but laughed, coughing while laughing: "I haven't seen you for so long, the temperament of the Seven Lords has indeed changed."

"Oh, what should I do?"

"I changed my previous ones, from the moment you lifted the lid of the pot, I was already dead."

"That's because I think now that good things should be simmered slowly, and people should be killed slowly."

The man stood up and looked up and smiled: "Then you were wrong. You didn't do it just now, so you didn't have the chance to do it."

Qiu Jiang immediately felt that her limbs were getting heavy. In fact, when the person raised his head and saw his face, she knew something bad was happening.

Because of the back or gray hair, this person is always an old man, but his face is very young, thin and handsome, his pupils are strangely light green, and in the dark light, he looks like a wolf.

A wolf that was about to pounce on her to swallow her.

Qiu Jiang staggered back and uncontrollably hit the small table beside her. The vegetables on it slammed down and hit her feet.

She woke up a little, then looked at the big pot with steam steam on the side, and knew where the problem was - this pot!
To be continued...