The man's movements were done in one go, without any extra moves. Hua Mian was shocked by the gorgeous dance-like technique in front of her, and she forgot the disgusting bloody smell in the air.

It’s not that I have seen the most basic food treatment, but it’s indeed the first time I have this. In about a cup of tea, a sheep is broken down according to various parts.

"What a beautiful knife skills..." Hua Mian couldn't help but exclaim. Even with the knife Yang Gu gave her, which was said to be of a material comparable to a magic weapon, Hua Mian didn't have the confidence to have the same smooth technique as the man in front of her.

After the man divided the mutton, he took the cloth handed by his subordinates and wiped the blood from his hands, and then cleaned the knife and walked towards Huamian.

"Make Chef Xia laughed"

It was not until the other party came over that Hua Mian came back from the shock, "It's so amazing, I don't know what to say. It's so amazing. I cut off such a big one in just a few strokes." Hua Mian said with a gesture. The last one who made her see such sharp techniques was when she first traveled through time. At that time, she thought the other party was filming, and she slowly accepted these things after she met her for a long time. However, Sikong Xiao was a swordsman, and the person in front of her was just an ordinary chef.

Looking at Hua Mian's reaction, it was like a person who had just arrived in the north. The man smiled. He thought that the person who could become the exclusive chef of His Eleventh Highness would be such a powerful person. Now her reaction seems to be just an ordinary woman.

When he took Huamian back to the kitchen and started making dishes. Huamian carefully looked at the other party's cooking techniques and found that although the knife skills could be called amazing, the cooking techniques were nothing extraordinary, and they could even be called quite ordinary.

Since it is known that His Highness Eleventh Prince cannot eat flour and other foods, the man took a basket of steamed rice. Huamian came over and looked over and couldn't see where the rice was produced. The rice grains were full and there was no feeling of stickiness between them. I don't know what was added when steaming.

The mutton was stir-fried in a large pot, and the air was filled with a strong smell of meat. The servant next to him sent a pot of various kinds of vegetables cut into pieces, poured them directly into the pot and mixed them with the meat and continued to stir-fry.

Before Huamian could recognize what dishes he had added, the other party poured the rice in. Is he going to make mutton fried rice? It smells quite fragrant.

Hua Mian couldn't help swallowing a saliva. Just by smelling the smell, this fried rice-like thing was one of the few foods that he had ever come to this world that he thought would be delicious. The last one was a snack made by Yang Gu in Sikong Mansion.

Just as Hua Mian was about to say something, the man immediately put back what she was about to say, and saw the man holding a large copper spoon in his hand and pouring a spoonful of oil soup from a large pot next door to pour it on the rice.

When I came in just now, I saw the man throwing the chopped bones into the soup pot. At that time, there was already an oil soup that had been stewed for a long time. Huamian didn't think much about it, but he just felt that it was a recipe from the north, and it was so generous when making soup. Now it seems that it is not as I imagined. Is this the soup used for cooking?
Chapter completed!