In just over ten seconds, a piece of dried tofu was transformed into strips of silky white threads. Lin Mu flicked his wrist and tossed them into the boiling water. The entire sequence of movements was as fluid as a flowing stream, graceful yet with elegant restraint, reminiscent of a literary master splattering ink with both flamboyance and finesse. It left Song Yanan staring in amazement, unable to suppress a voice of admiration.
"Such impressive knife skills, absolutely extraordinary. I'm afraid even the top chefs in Wancheng might not possess this technique."
"What's so impressive? It's just cutting some vegetables, anyone can do that."
