Chapter 1850: Where did this wild method come from?

"Wensi tofu, golden treasure cassia fish, nine heavenly dragon three treasures—can you make these three dishes?"

"These three dishes were selected by Ma Qiankun; they are not easy, placing extremely high demands on a spirit chef in all aspects, essentially a comprehensive test of a spirit chef's culinary skill."

"Hearing this, Ye Zhangqing nodded calmly."

"Yes."

"Good, let's begin; I've already prepared the ingredients for you, and you may use any utensils in the kitchen."

"Good, thank you, senior."

"Ye Zhangqing entered the kitchen and began handling the ingredients first, while Ma Qiankun beside him had no intention of leaving."

"He naturally wouldn't leave; he had come specifically to see just how talented Ye Zhangqing really was, and he certainly wanted to watch the whole process in person."

"Moreover, with his level as an immortal chef, he could tell at a glance exactly how Ye Zhangqing's culinary skill stood and to what extent."

"So, from start to finish, Ma Qiankun will be present."

"As for that, Ye Zhangqing didn't mind; he first began working on the nine heavenly dragon three treasures."

"The ingredients for the nine heavenly dragon three treasures are true dragon."

"Dragon claws, head, and tail are the most difficult parts to handle among true dragon ingredients."

"Even simple preparation is troublesome; many spirit chefs cannot achieve perfection, and furthermore, the nine heavenly dragon three treasures demand even higher standards for handling this ingredient."

"It can almost be said that throughout the entire ingredient-handling process, not a single mistake can be allowed."

"Even a tiny bit of food would directly ruin all prior effort and spoil the ingredient."

"Therefore, Ma Qiankun deliberately prepared three sets of dragon claws, head, and tail; the meaning is clear: as long as Ye Zhangqing succeeds once out of three attempts, it counts."

"However, Ye Zhangqing never thought of doing it three times; if one attempt could succeed, why do three? Isn't that tiring?"

"Ma Qiankun naturally didn't know what Ye Zhangqing was thinking; he only saw Ye Zhangqing, with a calm expression, take the dragon's head."

"It looked like he intended to process the dragon's head by threading."

"Handling the dragon's head requires precision; one must be extremely careful and steady, for a tiny error could lead to a huge mistake."

"Any slight trembling of the hand could result in failure."

"But seeing Ye Zhangqing directly pick up a small knife, Ma Qiankun's brow involuntarily furrowed."

"How could I not understand this first step? What is this kid trying to do?"

"How could you handle a dragon's head with a small knife? That's literally a peeling knife, used for peeling spirit fruit skins."

"What are you doing with that knife now?"

"Ma Qianku, an immortal chef, couldn't at first understand Ye Zhangqing's operation, and even unconsciously spoke up to remind him."

"Kid, did you grab the wrong knife?"

"Who would have thought, Ye Zhangqing replied without even lifting his head."

"That's right; junior, this is a wild method—senior, just watch patiently for a moment and you'll understand."

"Huh???"

"Just watch a moment and you'll understand? I don't get a thing—this is literally a peeling knife; what could I possibly understand?"

"I asked you to make the nine heavenly dragon three treasures, not to peel spirit fruit skins—I still understand, but what exactly am I supposed to understand?"

"Also, what kind of method is this? A wild method—this method might be too wild."

"As one of the elders of Cooking King Immortal City, Ma Qiankun can be said to have traveled throughout the Immortal Realm, having seen far too many spirit chefs and immortal chefs."

"During that time, he had indeed seen immortal chefs who created their own culinary arts, but he had never seen such a wild culinary art."

"Watching Ye Zhangqing hold the peeling knife, ready to cut."

"Earlier, this kid said he was self-taught, that he had figured it out himself, and Ma Qiankun had inwardly scoffed."

"But as Ye Zhangqing immediately picked up the peeling knife and prepared to cut the dragon's head, Ma Qiankun felt somewhat uncertain."

"Could it be that this kid really did figure it out on his own? Otherwise, how could he come up with such a wild method?"

"This is already wildly beyond the norm—what normal spirit chef would use a peeling knife to handle a dragon's head?"

"It's like being thirsty—who would think of swallowing fire?"

"Just seeing Ye Zhangqing's calm expression, Ma Qiankun also felt unsure; besides, the ingredients were prepared in three portions, so let's first see what this kid's method is."

"Forcibly suppressing his doubts, Ma Qiankun did not interrupt."

"Meanwhile, Ye Zhangqing raised his hand and the knife fell, beginning to process the dragon's head on the cutting board."

"The dragon's head is huge, but in Ye Zhangqing's hands it was silky smooth."

"From the moment the first cut fell, Ye Zhangqing's hand movements never stopped, not even a single hitch."

"It looked like he could catch it with his hand."

"As for Ma Qiankun beside him, from initial doubt to later shock, his expression was quite something."

"His eyes widened round, a look of having seen a ghost."

"His heart was in turmoil, hardly knowing how to describe it."

"How to put it? From the moment Ye Zhangqing's first cut landed, Ma Qiankun was completely stunned."

"Afterward, it felt as if Ye Zhangqing had opened the door to a new world for him."

"His heart was filled with repeated exclamations—he had never heard such 'holy shit' exclamations."

"Can a method be this wild? Can it be done like this? What an eye-opener."

"Anyway, aside from not understanding Ye Zhangqing's technique, Ma Qiankun could find no fault in the handling of the dragon's head."

"It was practically perfect to the extreme; even if Ma Qiankun himself were to do it, he wouldn't dare say he could reach that level."

"But the problem is, this kid is actually using a peeling knife."

"Can a peeling knife achieve this level?"

"Is this kid treating the dragon's head before him like a spirit fruit?"

Recalling Ye Zhangqing's earlier remark that his own path was somewhat wild, telling him to be patient and watch on, Ma Qiankun felt an uncontrollable rush of mixed emotions.

You brat, this is what you call a wild path? The old man can't even understand this path anymore.

Later on, Ma Qiankun's eyes were filled with shock; he stood frozen in place until Ye Zhangqing finished handling the dragon's head, called out a few times, and only then did he snap back to his senses.

Senior.

Senior.

Huh? What's wrong?

Senior, take a look—is this dragon head handled okay?

Faced with Ye Zhangqing's question, Ma Qiankun fell silent, staring at the dragon's head already processed on the chopping board, sinking into deep silence.

Is it okay? This isn't a question of whether it can be done—damn, there's nothing more to say.

Perfect, I can't find any fault—so Ma Qiankun could only respond with silence.

After a moment of stunned silence, Ma Qiankun finally managed to squeeze out only this sentence.

Continue.

Okay.

Hearing that, Ye Zhangqing set the handled dragon head aside and began to work on the dragon's claw himself.

This time it was even wilder—he grabbed a kitchen knife outright, making Ma Qiankun's eyelids twitch; what is this brat up to?

Just now the peeling knife already left him bewildered, and now he's picking up a kitchen knife—what is this brat doing?

Has his path really become this wild?