Zhang Bao had only two fingers left with a ham sausage as thick as a baby's arm, and the kitchen knife in his right hand suddenly rotated, covering his sword with a snow shadow. After a moment, the ham sausage was still the same ham sausage, and the kitchen knife was still the same kitchen knife, as if nothing had happened.

"It's cool..." Peng Bai curled his lips and smiled. But he was still envious. He wanted to practice it himself. Not to mention actual kung fu, even the sword light was enough to be scary, and he could also decorate the storefront.

"You know, you're cool. Do you know how many knifes your father's apprentice cut? Twenty! And he's still disabled... Your father's apprentice is so powerful, your father may be even more powerful... However, if his wrist is softer, the ham will probably be thinner..." Liu Feng, the starving ghost, looked at Peng Bai who was useless, said unhappy. Can this kid really help him fulfill his dream of tasting the world's number one delicacy? There is really no hope at all.

"Come on, do you think I'm a three-year-old child? Twenty..." Peng Bai said voicelessly. But it was broken before he finished speaking, because he saw that a piece of the ham sausage held by Zhang Bao's index finger had been dispersed into diced hams and fell into an empty bowl.

One piece, two pieces... Peng Bai opened his mouth wide, his mind was blank, and he couldn't help but say, "Oh my God, how is this... this possible?"

Pour the side dishes such as cucumber, carrot, green vegetables, ham, green beans, etc. into a large pot one by one. After Zhang Bao stir-frying for a few times, he poured the mixed liquid of soy sauce and a pinch of salty salt into the pot.

"Your Majesty, what is that? Can this be eaten?" Liu Feng, a starving ghost who had never seen the black soy sauce added to the fried rice before, couldn't help but scream. Peng Bai also nodded, yes, it was the first time that he had seen someone put soy sauce into the fried rice after growing up soy sauce. However, Peng Bai didn't dare to say even more. After seeing Zhang Bao's sword technique just now, he was already admiring him.

"Brother Bao is so powerful, and he has never shown his skills?" Peng Bai was secretly surprised.

"For this, don't be idle. Eat this first and then cut vegetables." Zhang Bao turned around and placed a large plate of fried rice opposite Peng Bai, with infinite care in his words.

"Thank you, Brother Bao." Peng Bai quickly thanked. Then he pressed his whole body on the chopping board, grabbed a few cucumbers and slapped them into pieces, and then grabbed them in a box filled with black fried rice.

Zhang Bao smiled and said nothing more, continuing his fried rice. Every time the fried rice is fried rice, there is a fixed time. If the movement is slow, his master Peng Junwei will come in. The consequences can be imagined.

"Acai, is it so delicious?" Liu Feng, the starving ghost, drifted to Peng Bai, watching the fat man waving his hands and constantly squeezing the chopsticks and spoons into his mouth, but he was so greedy that he was so greedy. But he really couldn't imagine that such a plate of fried rice that made Peng Bai want to eat the best food in the world.

"Good... delicious, so delicious..." Peng Bai answered while whispering the rice. The answer was blurry, as if he was praising Zhang Bao's fried rice for deliciousness, and as if he was greedy for the starving ghost Liu Feng.

"Oh, hurry up, give me a try..." Liu Feng, the starving ghost, couldn't help it, threw his head directly into the plate with his hands, and was suddenly knocked away by Peng Bai with one elbow. His head hit the wall, and then bounced into the trash can. It seemed that he was really desperate to compete with the fat man Peng Bai. Fortunately, Liu Feng was already a starving ghost, otherwise ten lives would not be enough to make a fortune.

"Cough... Cough... A Cai, give me some food, don't eat it all by myself..." Liu Feng, the starving ghost, floated to the trash can, and finally took out his head. He spit out two vegetable leaves and a mouthful of rotten water and shouted. It's pitiful, he was starving to death and beheaded, and he didn't even have to eat a full meal.

"Eat half of each person with chopsticks. If you cross the line, don't blame me for being ruthless." Peng Bai glanced at Liu Feng, a starving ghost, and couldn't bear it when he saw that miserable appearance. After all, Liu Feng was not helping with the exam, and he also agreed to have half of each person with food, so he quickly said. While speaking, he used a spoon to divide the black fried rice on the plate into two halves and handed the chopsticks over.

Fortunately, Zhang Bao was busy with fried rice and didn't look back, otherwise he would have fainted. At this moment, there were a pair of chopsticks floating in the air opposite Peng Bai, and he was still squeezing the fried rice. The strangest thing is that the fried rice disappeared immediately after being slashed. Isn't this the legendary "ghost eating"? If Zhang Bao saw it, he would be scared to death and run away.

Zhang Bao devoted himself to fried rice, while Peng Bai and the starving ghost Liu Feng were like a competition, eating each one faster than the other. It was really hard to tell who was the starving ghost. In a blink of an eye, the large plate of fried rice was stuffed into the stomach of a man and a ghost. It was strange that the starving ghost had no heads connected to each other, so how did the fried rice enter the stomach? It seems that the world of ghosts is really incredible, and it is hard to explain it by common sense.

"It's delicious, it's really delicious. Just put some hot sauce on it, it's perfect..." Liu Feng, the starving ghost, gagged with satisfaction, and praised comfortably. But the old problem can't be changed. He always likes to find some problems. I really don't know whether he understands it or not, at least he hasn't told any truth.

"You can tell me how delicious it is? Brother Bao's fried rice is famous in a radius of ten miles! You don't have to find fault, you are the only one who is poor and lazy, and deserves to starve to death..." Peng Bai proudly robbed Bai. But he spoke in a low voice, and Zhang Bao couldn't hear it clearly anyway, so he thought he was talking to himself. If he heard it, he would definitely think that Peng Bai was gone.

"Have you finished eating? After resting, just hurry up and work. The guests will be here soon..." Zhang Bao shouted without looking back.

"I understand, Brother Bao." Peng Bai responded repeatedly. He put the clean plate that could not even be seen at all oil in an oversized sink, then burped, and prepared to start work with great energy.

The carrots, vegetables, cucumbers and heads that had been cut for a day were almost turned into carrots. Although Peng Bai's speed was slow, he didn't use many side dishes for a plate of fried rice. Peng Bai was busy all night and day, and finally barely kept up with Zhang Bao's speed of fried rice.

His eyes were blurred, and there were indeed few people who could withstand the vegetables and radishes that had been cut for a day. Moreover, Peng Bai's biological clock was very unusual. Basically, time was reversed, and he was a completely human being who lived in the Eastern League but lived in the Western League.

"Just put it on the table..." When Peng Bai cut the carrot in front of him without cutting it with one knife, Zhang Bao entered the kitchen and followed a butcher shop with half a fan of pork behind him. Peng Bai's knife speed is basically much faster now, but it is still slower, but it is impossible to be faster. After all, fat people are mostly afraid of cutting their hands with a knife.

With a "bang", half a slap of pork made Peng Bai wake up immediately. Pork is a must-have for fried rice, but Peng Bai has never cut it before. However, Peng Bai is now fighting wildly with his upper and lower eyelids. If he continues to cut meat, he is afraid that he will not know whether to cut pork or human flesh.
Chapter completed!