Food Wars, My Dishes Don't Just Shine

"Already prepared."

Fujino nodded slightly upon seeing this, then presented the butcher knife that the staff member had just handed him with both hands, his face showing utmost respect.

"Since you're quite clever, I'll say a little more today. Have two people carry the pig up, and then get a big plastic bucket to collect the blood."

He took the butcher knife from Fujino. The blade gleamed with a chilling light under the lamplight. If a single hair were to fall at that moment, it would surely be severed in two.

"Alright, Ah Le and Ah Wu, you two go down and catch a pig."

"This place is too small, we can't really work out properly. Chef Bai, let's just wait in the slaughterhouse next door. They'll bring it over soon."

Upon hearing Bai Yuan's words, the farm owner nodded, a look of anticipation appearing in his eyes.

Although his uncle kept praising Bai Yuan, in his eyes, this guy in front of him was just a greenhorn, and no matter how powerful he was, how powerful could he be?

He only did his best to entertain him out of respect for his uncle and because he didn't want to offend this young, talented chef so easily.

Now that he has a rare opportunity to showcase his talents, he naturally doesn't want to let it slip by.

As the saying goes, "Let's see what it's like to be a mule or a horse." If the other party truly has the ability, he will only show more respect when they demonstrate it.

If he lacks the ability, even if he doesn't leave immediately, his enthusiasm will drop significantly, but he will be considerate of his uncle's feelings and won't make things too ugly.

The pig-slaughtering performance before him would determine his attitude towards Bai Yuan.

Beside him, the old man Fujino was equally eager.

No one knew Bai Yuan's worth better than him. The way he dismembered the whole pig to extract the meat in that instant was something he had never seen before in his life!

"No need, this is fine."

Bai Yuan's voice was soft, revealing a detached and indifferent air.

"Here? This is a pig farm, it's not very big and the ground is filthy, how are you going to handle such a big pig...?"

Upon hearing Bai Yuan's words, the farm owner frowned, expressing his confusion.

"You just need to bring the pig up, and leave the rest to me. There's no point in explaining anything else; we'll have to see how it goes in practice."

Bai Yuan didn't intend to explain further. He simply asked the farm owner to bring up the grain-fed pigs, leaving the rest to the sharp butcher knife.

"Go."

Seeing Bai Yuan's confident demeanor, the farm owner, despite having many doubts, decided to go along with his idea.

It's said that genius chefs all have their own quirks, and since this guy is so highly regarded by his uncle, he must be a genius too.

Given that, it's normal to have some quirks.

"Yes."

"let's go."

As they were talking, two young men behind the farm owner stepped into the pig farm.

When the pigs inside, who were eating, saw someone come in, some nudged them, some kept their distance, and some buried their heads in their food and ignored them.

Soon, the two selected a well-grown, large grain-fed pig, tied it up with a rope, and brought it to Bai Yuan.

At this moment, perhaps sensing its fate, the grain-fed pig began to struggle violently. Even Ah Le and Ah Wu, two muscular men, could hardly hold it down and could only desperately press it down.

"It's okay, let it go."

It will leave without any pain.

Looking at the grain-fed pig struggling violently in front of him, Bai Yuan's voice was calm and indifferent, as if he had no feelings. He then took two steps forward and placed his hand on the pig's head.

"Don't worry, I will help you pass on to the afterlife."

The butcher knife appeared in Bai Yuan's hand. He pressed down on the pork, slowing down his movements by dozens of times, but it was still incredibly fast.

The old man Fujino watched as he plunged the knife into the pig's spine, then gently sliced ​​downwards. The blade seemed to know the location beforehand, precisely cutting off each piece of meat.

The whole process took less than three seconds. The pig didn't even have time to react before it completely lost consciousness. It can be said that the pig was truly slaughtered painlessly.

"That's roughly how it works. The first cut is to break the spine, and then the blood is released."

In this process, the meat attached to the bone should be removed quickly, the faster the better.

Of course, this is my method; you most likely can't do it with your current abilities.

As Bai Yuan sheathed his sword, the grain-fed pig collapsed heavily to the ground.

The next moment, its skin peeled off and spread out in all directions, forming a thick pigskin pad to prevent the meat from falling off and getting dirty.

"I really can't learn your move. I'm too old and don't have the strength to swing so many knives in an instant."

The old man Fujino knew his own limitations. After watching the impressive display of skill, it was time to teach him something truly meaningful.

"Before that, I need you to demonstrate your pig-slaughtering method once more, so that I can teach you according to your own abilities."

He handed the butcher's knife to the old man Fujino. The old man was in his sixties or seventies, yet he still had a sincere heart to learn. That was quite good.

"I understand."

Upon receiving the sword, the old man Fujino nodded solemnly, knowing that this was a moment to change his destiny, and thus he was extremely focused.

"Let's go to the slaughterhouse first; it's a bit cramped here."

Seeing the old man Fujino take the butcher knife and show an excited expression, the farm owner hurriedly reminded him to avoid slaughtering the pig on the spot.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'm way past the age of playing around as a child. Master Bai Yuan, I'm a bit cramped here, please move over."

As he spoke, the old man Fujino nodded gently and extended his hand to Bai Yuan, gesturing for him to enter.

Chapter 347 Ah! The Devourer has fallen!

Before long, the three arrived at the slaughterhouse.

Although the farm's main business is breeding, it also has its own slaughterhouse, which is used to slaughter pork and inspect the quality of each batch.

Of course, they would sometimes slaughter a pig to taste it, about once a month, and each employee would get some pork.

This is a unique benefit of farms.

"They've prepared quite a lot of things."

Looking at the various tools placed in the slaughterhouse, Bai Yuan couldn't help but sigh.

A quick glance revealed that the slaughterhouse was predominantly dark red, with indelible bloodstains on the floor and a faint smell of blood in the air.

And in the back part of the slaughterhouse.

There hung three tools there: a bleeding knife, a stun hammer, and a pig-binding rope. They looked particularly conspicuous, and Bai Yuan noticed them immediately and went to take a look.

"Our pig-binding rope is made by soaking hemp rope in tung oil and dyeing it red, which can effectively ward off evil spirits. After all, we are in the business of slaughtering living beings, and we need to have some reverence for life in order to live a long life."

Seeing that Bai Yuan was curious about the rope used to tie up the pig, the old man Fujino immediately explained.

"There is indeed such a saying among the people, but it's mostly just for psychological comfort."

Bai Yuan nodded and strolled steadily around the slaughterhouse, looking left and right, occasionally reaching out to touch the blood-stained walls.

In addition to the slaughtering tools, there were also tools specifically used for removing hair, such as a scalding bucket, a scraping shovel, and a singeing brazier, in the corner of the room.

It has everything: butcher's knife, bone-chopping axe, meat hook.

"The more I look at it, the better I feel that you have prepared your tools. In this slaughterhouse, everything can be used to slaughter pigs, and nothing is superfluous."

"Maybe that's why poor students have more stationery."

Hearing Bai Yuan's感慨 (sentiments/reflections), the old man Fujino said with a self-deprecating smile.

The other person can instantly process a live pig with a single butcher knife, without even a second in between, while he has to use various tools, and even with those tools, it still takes a lot of time.

"No matter if a student is a poor student or has a lot of stationery, as long as they can achieve their goal in the end, that's commendable."

Bai Yuan didn't find anything wrong with the fact that the slaughterhouse was fully equipped; on the contrary, he expressed high praise for it.

There is no other reason.

Making up for a lack of technology with equipment is itself a reflection of attitude.

Such people are meticulous and conscientious in their work, and can achieve a high level in whatever they do, making them the best candidates to take on apprentices.

"Now, let me demonstrate my pig-slaughtering techniques."

Fujino's voice became more serious as he raised his butcher knife. Just then, A-Le and A-Wu tied up a grain-fed pig with a rope, placed it on a cart, and pushed it over.

"It's embarrassing."

As he spoke, the old man Fujino quickly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms, which were covered with age spots but still had firm muscles.

Bai Yuan's gaze followed closely as he saw the man pick up the bloodletting knife hanging nearby and brandish it in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly under the light.

At the same time, the entire factory suddenly fell silent. Everyone held their breath and watched the old man, or more accurately, the movements of his hands.

The old man Fujino took a deep breath, his eyes becoming focused and sharp.

The next moment, the movement was as fast as lightning.

He raised his left hand and precisely pressed down on the pig's head, then with his right hand, he made a light cut along the pig's neck with a knife. The position, angle, and depth were all perfect!

Blood gushed out the moment the knife entered the pig's mouth, flowing into the prepared container. The pig didn't even have time to scream before it lost consciousness.

"Bleeding must be quick, accurate, and ruthless. Less pain for the pig results in better meat quality, and it also prevents the pig from struggling excessively, making the process relatively time-saving and labor-saving."

Looking at the two apprentices standing beside him, Bai Yuan couldn't help but act as a teacher again, explaining to them the benefits that Fujino's actions would bring.

"Then comes the scalding... Ah Le, Ah Wu, prepare a pot of hot water for me, the same temperature you use when you're slaughtering a pig."

Fujino directed the workers to maintain the hot water at just the right temperature.

Too hot would burn the pig's skin, and too cold would make it difficult to pluck the hair clean, so every time he gave an order, he made them bring a thermometer.

Before long, A-Le and A-Wu ran back, carrying a large bucket of boiling water.

After hot water is poured over the whole pig, a special scraper is used to scrape back and forth on the pig's body, and the black pig hair falls off like snowflakes, revealing the pinkish-white skin underneath.

Next came the dissection and dismantling of bones. The old man Fujino knew the location of each bone and was even more familiar with the connection of each joint, so he knew how to proceed.

With a swift cut, flesh and bone separated, and internal organs were removed. In less than twenty minutes, a whole pig was transformed into neatly arranged chunks of meat on a cutting board.

"This is my method of slaughtering pigs. I humbly request Master Bai Yuan's guidance!"

Panting heavily, the old man leaned against the wall to recover his strength, his eyes filled with longing as he looked at Bai Yuan. At his age, he had to exert all his strength to kill every pig.

"I wouldn't call it giving you pointers. I see that your pig-slaughtering techniques are unique and have their own methods. They won't be significantly affected or changed by my few words."