"Chop, chop, chop..."
With this rhythmic sound, the blade in Huang Jun's hand gently descended, like fingertips lightly touching the calm surface of a lake, each touch rippling through circles, precisely slicing the water chestnuts into evenly transparent slices of moderate thickness.
As the blade flipped, Huang Jun's movement was seamless, and the water chestnut slices quickly transformed into tiny cubes under his knife.
Jiang Shuihan was once again deeply impressed by Huang Jun's knife skills. Watching the pile of water chestnut cubes gradually accumulate into a little mound, he couldn't resist putting on disposable gloves, grabbing a handful, and taking a closer look: "Wow, every cut is spot-on, the cubes are uniformly shaped and sized, like carefully carved gemstones!"
Indeed!
A man who can cook is really charming; watching Chef Huang's knife skills is akin to witnessing a culinary deity!
