Food Wars, My Dishes Don't Just Shine

A passerby was eating takoyaki while looking around, his voice clearly showing surprise.

"Every stall has a wok in front of it, what are they planning to do? And why is it just lying across the middle of the road? Doesn't it make it impossible for people to pass...?"

Some people complained that Bai Yuan took up a lot of space and even blocked the roads that ran through both sides of the street, forcing them to take a detour.

"The owner finally arrived! I thought he wasn't going to set up his stall today. Luckily, he didn't leave!"

"Save me a seat!"

People who were new to Xingxiang Square were unaware of Bai Yuan's situation, but customers who had already spent money there several times rushed up to reserve seats, and soon a long queue formed.

Some were regular customers, while others simply followed the crowd, curious to see what kind of dishes this highly regarded stall would serve.

"Don't crowd, you can queue on both sides."

The first five queues and the last five queues are moving at the same speed. You can choose to queue where there are fewer people. Each purchase is limited to one item.

Seeing the long queue that quickly formed in front of him, Bai Yuan remained calm, knowing that this was the result of his two days of preparation, and immediately began to maintain order.

After all, the next step is to attract most of the customers to the square so that the truly talented students can be selected.

Chapter 341 The Crimson Flame Porcupine Slash: Jaw-dropping Audience

"Five lines in front, five lines behind? Are they planning to have ten long lines for one stall? Or are there other chefs who haven't arrived yet...?"

"But I want to buy this chef's dishes. Other people's fried pork tenderloin might not taste as good, and it might not satisfy my appetite..."

"Me too! I got up at eight in the morning just for this! I ate a lot of snacks in between, but I'm a staunch supporter of deep-fried pork tenderloin!"

As soon as Bai Yuan finished speaking, the scene fell silent, followed by an astonishing debate, the core of which was naturally who the stall's chef was.

After all, they came all this way mainly to buy Bai Yuan's deep-fried pork tenderloin.

If it were any other chef, they wouldn't accept it unless the taste was very similar to Bai Yuan's, in which case they would be reluctant to accept it.

As for some first-time visitors, they looked puzzled upon hearing their argument, but they also understood one thing: they wanted to buy deep-fried pork tenderloin.

A relatively unknown snack.

Many people are hearing about it for the first time.

Judging from the appearance of these people, the deep-fried pork tenderloin at this shop must be pretty good, otherwise they wouldn't have reacted so strongly.

"Don't worry, I'm the chef at all ten stalls, and every serving of deep-fried pork tenderloin made at these stalls tastes exactly the same."

"How is that possible? Boss, don't you even think before you brag? Operating ten stoves at the same time, even Nezha with three heads and six arms couldn't do that!"

No sooner had Bai Yuan finished speaking than someone jumped out to refute him.

The reason is simple: what this guy said was really exaggerated.

Even if one person were to manage ten stalls, and used both hands and feet, more than half of the stalls would still be unattended! No matter how skilled a chef is, they couldn't possibly do that.

"In other words, I'd believe him if he said four stalls; someone with a quick mind could definitely manage that. But ten stalls... isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?"

"Boss, hurry up and start cooking! We can't wait to see your demonstration."

"Indeed, let's put it to the test."

The scene was filled with noise and laughter. Everyone was curious about how Bai Yuan could fight ten stoves all by himself, and the jeers continued.

"Please wait a moment, my ingredients haven't arrived yet."

It's quite a coincidence, really; speak of the devil and he appears.

As soon as Bai Yuan finished speaking, he saw four young men carrying a local pig on a shoulder pole. They looked like they were struggling, and their faces were red from straining.

"Boss, this is the first one. The other four are still on the truck. Do you want them unloaded now, or can you wait a while?"

"Bring them all down, and while you're at it, bring me a few large buckets, big enough to hold one person."

"Ok."

As they spoke, the tall, thin young men got busy again and soon found a large bucket for Bai Yuan, then stopped where they were.

At this moment, they had a vague idea of ​​what Bai Yuan was planning to do, so they found a place to stand, seemingly wanting to observe the scene firsthand.

That wild boar, which usually requires three or four people to slaughter, is this kid planning to handle alone? Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration...?

Customers queuing up at the scene shared the same thought; those who were timid covered their eyes as they watched the bound pig struggling on the ground.

Even the bolder ones, though watching, couldn't help but take a few steps back, fearing that Bai Yuan alone couldn't subdue the boar and that it would run rampant.

At that time, all those people gathered around will suffer.

"Boss, let me help you!"

Just as Bai Yuan reached the earth pig and was about to draw his knife, a deep voice came from not far away. Then, the burly man who had bought ten portions of pork tenderloin yesterday strode forward and prepared to help him hold the earth pig down.

"No need, move aside, don't get splattered with blood, it's not good to get your clothes dirty."

In response, Bai Yuan simply stopped him with a calm expression, told him to step back, then raised the kitchen knife in his hand and casually slashed it towards the earth pig.

next moment.

Silver light flashed.

The pig was still grunting on the ground, seemingly unchanged.

However, when Bai Yuan raised the knife in his hand, a large amount of blood gushed out from the boar's body, like a crimson torrent flowing along the tip of the knife, and finally flowing steadily and powerfully into the bucket.

"this..."

People at the scene were shocked. On one side was an unharmed pig, and on the other side was blood flowing into a bucket from the tip of a knife, leaving them completely baffled as to what was going on.

The only thing that is certain is this:

The person in front of him seemed to have used some kind of extraordinary method; at least, he couldn't discern its mystery.

"What happened? Is this some kind of magic trick? Why is the pig's exterior perfectly fine, yet its blood is flowing into the bucket? That's so strange..."

Looking at the somewhat horrifying scene before him, a young man in front swallowed hard, his eyes revealing intense bewilderment.

"Because I cut open the pig's carotid artery in an instant and made two back-and-forth cuts with the knife to adjust the bleeding direction so that the blood could flow smoothly into the bucket."

Hearing the questions raised by those around him, Bai Yuan began to answer them.

These seemingly magical things are actually traceable; in other words, they are supported by their own theoretical system.

"I see. But this local pig is really docile."

I grew up in the countryside and have witnessed pig slaughtering. Sometimes, even three or five strong young men couldn't hold back a struggling pig.

Looking at the obedient local pig lying on the ground, an older, more experienced person remarked with emotion.

The local pigs in front of me are indeed from city farms; they are much more docile than those wild and untamed creatures in the countryside.

"It's not about whether it's obedient or not, it's just that this boar seems to be dead..."

Some people noticed something amiss, and as he finished speaking, the pig in front of him suddenly stopped moving, and the wooden bucket was filled with pig's blood.

At the same time, a dazzling golden light emanated from the body of the motionless boar, followed by a slow crack in its skin, revealing the flesh and organs inside.

The pigskin served as a medium to hold the various parts of the pork, allowing them to appear before the audience without being dusty.

"What is going on..."

Seeing this scene, everyone present was immediately bewildered.

If bloodletting could be explained by adjusting the position of arterial blood spurting, then what they were seeing was truly beyond their comprehension.

Why would a local pig be dismembered so quickly while its exterior is still intact...?

"It's the blade. The blade slices through the pig's skin, passes through the subcutaneous tissue, and then cuts through the internal pork along the muscle tissue."

Because it happened so fast, it was over before we could even see it clearly!

A gaunt old man who looked somewhat aged stepped out from the crowd, and when he saw the pork in front of him, he couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

"Fujino-senpai, what are you doing here?"

Upon seeing the elderly man in the crowd, the young men who had brought the pigs over showed expressions of surprise and then went up to greet him.

“This is downstairs from my house. Where else would I be if not here? But you guys, why aren’t you at the farm? What are you doing here delivering pigs?”

Upon hearing the questions from the young men, the gaunt old man called Fujino couldn't help but complain.

Do you want to listen to what you're saying?

"Oh? This is your building, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, it's not a big deal."

The gaunt old man shook his head, then walked to the dismembered pig and squatted down, his gaze following the clean, crisp cut surface, and remained silent for a moment.

He had slaughtered local pigs his whole life, and was familiar with and remembered every part of the pig's body. He considered himself a master at pig slaughtering.

However, upon seeing this perfectly prepared local pig...

Pride and complacency were shattered at this moment, leaving only stubbornness and intense resentment. How could this brat kill better than him?!

That was revealed in that instant.

It was a skill far superior to what he could achieve even after ten years of practice.

"Young man, can you teach me how to butcher a pig?"

Suddenly, the gaunt old man raised his head and looked at Bai Yuan not far away, his voice filled with excitement and anticipation.

"Would you like to ask me for advice?"

Bai Yuan frowned slightly as he watched the old man scrutinize the pork, a glint of light in his eyes, before finally looking up at him.

“That’s right, the expert is my teacher, I want to learn pig-slaughtering skills from you.”

Upon hearing Bai Yuan's words, the gaunt old man lowered his head sincerely and respectfully expressed his thoughts.

"I may not be able to teach you much, and my approach is not suitable for everyone."

"I will try my best to learn what I can learn."

“I have to work right now and don’t have time for the time being. If you insist on learning, go to the farm where you work tomorrow and start learning from the basics.”

Feeling the old man's longing gaze, the words of refusal stuck in Bai Yuan's throat, and he never uttered them.

Despite his advanced age, he still possessed a thirst for knowledge, an attitude that moved Bai Yuan deeply.

"I understand. I will learn how to slaughter pigs from you without interfering with your business. In the future, if you want to buy pork from the farm, you will get a 10% discount!"