After lunch the next day, while everyone else was resting, Jiang Yu and Jia Dequan closed the door and hid in the pantry.
"Have you decided which culinary 'specialty' you want to learn?"
Once inside, Jia Dequan took a kitchen knife from the rack, weighed it in his hand, and glanced at Jiang Yu with a smile,
"Don't worry too much about it, there's more than just you participating in the culinary performance activity, several master chefs will be there. Generally, one person performs one act, so mastering one 'specialty' is completely enough.
For such performance-oriented programs, it's all about how to attract people. Otherwise, why do you think those master chefs practice riding unicycles to cut noodles or doing stunts while making noodles? It's merely to catch the eye!
Of course, those flashy tricks are not our style!"
Jiang Yu asked, "Um, then which do you think is suitable for me to learn?"
