Chapter 302 Knife Practice

Looking at the expression on Tang Sanjie's face, he no longer had the sadness and depression of the past, but instead seemed more eager to try.

Apart from anything else, this attitude alone made Chef Tang feel a lot more comfortable.

Chef Tang forced Sanjie to practice knife skills every day. Seeing his negative attitude, he felt uncomfortable and became more and more displeased with Sanjie. Any small mistake would be magnified in his eyes, and he would become furious and scold him continuously.

His scolding made the three heroes feel even more painful and negative, and every practice became an unbearable torture for them.

Rather than practicing knife skills, it would be more like this awkward father and son are just taking this opportunity to torture each other.

What should have been a pure cooking exercise turned into an excuse to vent dissatisfaction and anger.

It would be strange if such exercises could produce any results.

Therefore, even though Tang Sanjie practiced knife skills all day and all night without stopping, his skills still improved slowly.

It would be better to say that with this mentality and under this situation, his knife skills have actually improved. It can only be said that he does have an extraordinary talent in cooking.

After a long period of tormenting each other, the awkward father and son finally faced cooking with a correct attitude at this moment.

The father no longer found fault with his son out of dissatisfaction.

The son will not resist passively because of the pain in his heart.

They had practiced knife skills countless times, but it was only at this moment that they truly practiced knife skills, and it was truly worthy of the knives and skills in their hands.

At this moment, the father and son in the situation did not see it so clearly, but they both vaguely felt the difference in the atmosphere.

Tang Sanjie picked up the kitchen knife, measured the position of the ingredients slightly, and then started cutting the vegetables.

According to Chef Tang's requirements, every slice cut must be as thin as paper, or even thin enough to be translucent, to be considered qualified.

This is a very simple task for Chef Tang, but for the three Tang brothers, it is harder than climbing to the sky.

A child who has only been learning cooking for a few years has to reach the level of a chef who has been famous for many years in a short period of time.

This is simply a fantasy!

Therefore, every time Tang Sanjie failed to meet his father's requirements.

This time was no exception. What he cut out was far from being as thin as paper.

Just his knife skills are far beyond his peers at his age.

"stop!"

As usual, Chef Tang immediately called a halt when he saw this scene.

Sanjie put down the kitchen knife and waited for his father's usual scolding and reproach.

In the past, every time his father shouted "Stop", his heart would twitch with tension, because he knew that what would follow would be a storm of scolding or even a beating with a stick, either of which would cause him severe pain physically and mentally.

But at this moment, the three heroes felt much calmer than before.

To his surprise, Chef Tang did not scold him as usual.

Chef Tang simply looked down at the ingredients he had cut and said, "Your hand position is wrong. You're holding the knife handle too far back, and your wrist can't exert strength."

Tang Sanjie looked at his father in surprise. This was the first time he received real teaching from his father instead of a scolding.

He immediately picked up the kitchen knife again and adjusted his posture as his father had said.

Sure enough, after adjusting the posture, the hand and the kitchen knife became more closely matched. The kitchen knife that used to be heavy actually became closer to the hand after adjusting the posture. And after using the strength of the wrist, the kitchen knife in the hand was no longer heavy, but light as if it could be moved with the finger of an arm.

At the same time, the feeling of cutting vegetables is very good. The blade feels neat when it touches the food. As he cuts one by one and sees the food being cut cleanly, he feels a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart. Everything makes him feel comfortable and happy.

He hadn't felt this way for a long time. In the past, every knife practice was a torture or punishment. It always brought him pain and never joy. But at this moment, he truly felt joy and fell in love with the feeling of cutting vegetables. He devoted himself to it, just to enjoy this satisfying moment.

The knife in his hand seemed to sense his faster mood and cut faster and faster, while each piece of food he cut became thinner, neater and more clean-cut.

The progress he made in just a few minutes surpassed that of years of hard training.

Chef Tang was even more surprised. He didn't expect that his advice would lead to such great progress for his son.

Seeing the happy smiles on the faces of the three heroes, the kitchen knives in their hands were rhythmic, like playing a harmonious movement. And the ingredients they cut were better than one piece.

Such visible progress made Chef Tang subconsciously reflect on what he had done in the past.

What did he teach the three heroes over the years?
Thinking back on it, he was surprised to find that he had hardly taught anything.

As for cooking techniques, he did talk about them, but those micro-tips and instructions were overshadowed by scolding and dissatisfaction.

Especially in recent days, especially after he was defeated by the dark cuisine world and that mysterious man, it has become even worse.

For the first time, Chef Tang felt resentful and regretful towards himself.

He originally hoped that through strict teaching, Sanjie would be able to fully display his outstanding talents.

Chef Tang didn't want Sanjie to waste his talent.

As a result, he now realized that he was the one who had been wasting the talents of the three heroes.

He is the one who is hindering the progress of the three heroes.

What on earth did he do!
Soon, a radish was cut into thin slices.

But these slices are obviously not suitable for cooking because the thickness is not uniform and each slice is thinner than the other.

When it came to the last piece, it actually looked vaguely thin like paper.

Sanjie picked out the piece of radish with great joy and said, "Father, look!"

The light and translucent radish slices glowed in the moonlight.

Chef Tang saw it.

The piece of radish in front of him was the biggest irony of everything he had done in the past.

Chef Tang felt filled with guilt.

But he was too proud to even say sorry to his son.

He could only teach him the best he could and impart to him all the experience he had accumulated throughout his life.

But these were too profound for the young Tang Sanjie.

He didn't understand those skills and experiences, and even if his father taught him, he still couldn't do it.

But it doesn’t matter, because his father, who is by his side, is patient and attentive enough this time.

The father and son were in the kitchen, one trying his best to teach, the other trying his best to learn, and they had long forgotten the passage of time.

Until the long night passed, until the first ray of morning light shone into the kitchen, illuminating the joy on their faces.

Mrs. Tang, who was guarding outside the door, did not leave. She watched this scene with joy. This was a scene that only appeared in her dreams, but now it was actually unfolding before her.

And no matter how long or how many times she watches this scene, she will never get bored or tired of it.

(End of this chapter)