Thump, thump-thump, thump-thump-thump!
This was the sound of a kitchen knife chopping down, intense and rhythmically tight. Just listening to it made it hard for onlookers to catch their breath.
"One cut!"
Xia Yu inhaled softly, his wrist rising, and with it, the "Jade Splinter Knife" also hung in mid-air.
Thud, thud, thud...
The chunks of meat on the cutting board immediately burst open. Under the astonished and stunned gazes of the spectators, they split and broke on their own into equally sized pieces of pork cubes.
It was that familiar dismembering culinary skill again. Before the crowd could react, the young master chef instructed his assistant:
"Come, help—"
He pointed to the finely chopped blood-red pork cubes on the countertop before pointing to another corner, where bags of shiny silver metal skewers were sealed, "String the pork cubes, five on each skewer. Remember, keep the shape of the cubes intact, and handle them as gently as possible!"
