Chapter 236 Tianshan Flying Snow 1

Peng Bai returned the kitchen knife to Wan Qiang without saying anything, because he was all focused on this idea in his mind. What he needed most now was a quiet and no space for others. He carefully thought about the thought in his mind. As long as he could turn this idea into reality, Peng Bai could break through the bottleneck state of the whirlwind sword technique.

Wan Qiang didn't dare to say anything when he saw Peng Bai's appearance. After seeing Peng Bai's appearance, Peng Junwei smiled and stopped the two other chefs who were about to ask Peng Bai.

Peng Bai left the hotel without anyone else and returned to the courtyard.

"The extreme speed is stillness. When it reaches a certain level, it is actually slow. When it reaches a certain level, it is fast. Yes, why should I pursue fast?" Peng Bai thought about this in his mind, and then Peng Bai pulled out the kitchen knife and started the movement according to the most basic method of wrist and finger movement.

Because of the long-term use of the whirlwind knife, Peng Bai now takes the kitchen knife and naturally swings the whirlwind knife to the extreme. This seems to be like a brand, deeply integrated into every nerve in Peng Bai's body. Even if he wants to change, it cannot be done in a short time.

Peng Bai began to deliberately slow down the movement of the kitchen knife. This might be a very easy thing for Wan Qiang and others, but for Peng Bai, it became a very difficult thing.

From slow to fast is a process, and from fast to slow is a torture. The result of Peng Bai slowing down the movement of the kitchen knife is that the kitchen knife slides down from his hand and falls to the ground.

Peng Bai did not feel discouraged by repeated failures. In fact, Peng Bai felt that he was moving towards a new level of swordsmanship, but the speed was too slow. However, Peng Bai was not in a hurry now. He forgot the duel of life and death more than two weeks later, forgot time, and forgot everything. In Peng Bai's eyes, in Peng Bai's heart, and in Peng Bai's mind, there was only this kitchen knife that had followed him for many years.

I don’t know how long it took, but Peng Bai was still conducting the experiment.

This time, Peng Bai forgot what kind of movement methods of wrists and fingers, and turned the kitchen knife in the most natural and comfortable way. The whirlwind knife technique was used very naturally. However, when Peng Bai deliberately slowed down the rotation speed of the kitchen knife, a very strange feeling was uploaded from Peng Bai's hands to Peng Bai's mind.

This is an extremely depressing feeling, giving Peng Bai a feeling that he will be suffocated to death without vomiting or attacking. Peng Bai has not changed anything. What he needs now is to accumulate this feeling, because when an inexplicable feeling accumulates to a certain level, it will break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly like a bug.

Peng Bai did not stop, and he still slowly rotated the kitchen knife at a speed that he would never use normally. I don’t know how long it took, the feeling of depression on Peng Bai’s chest had already made Peng Bai feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Puff!" Peng Bai opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. The kitchen knife in his hand seemed like a bolt of lightning, and even waved it faster than the speed of lightning. In just one moment, a wooden table that was originally standing in front of Peng Bai turned into several pieces of waste wood.

"I succeeded?" Peng Bai looked at the kitchen knife in his hand in disbelief, then looked at the pile of waste wood on the ground, and murmured to himself.

"Boss." The door of the room was suddenly knocked open from outside, revealing the concerned faces of Zhao Haoqiang and Gao Shan.

"Boss, are you okay?" Zhao Haoqiang asked with concern.

Peng Bai shook his head in emotion and asked, "How many days have I been there?"

"It's only two days." A familiar voice came from behind Zhao Haoqiang and Gao Shan. Zhao Haoqiang and Gao Shan quickly flashed to the side, and Peng Junwei appeared in Peng Bai's sight.

"Dad, I finally broke through the bottleneck of the whirlwind sword technique." Peng Bai shouted excitedly. He now wants to tell every friend around him about this good news.

"It's great, but you'd better go take a shower and change your clothes because I smelled a very bad smell." Peng Junwei said to Peng Bai with a smile.

Only then did Peng Bai feel that his skin and clothes seemed to be stuck together, scratching his hair, and feeling that his hair was sticking into strips of some kind of mucus.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Peng Bai lay in bed and fell asleep. For two days, Peng Bai sat in the room, without drinking a drop of water and eating a bite of rice. His body consumption had reached its limit, so he should have a good sleep.

"Master, get up!Master, get up!" Peng Bai heard this sound in his sleep, opened his eyes in a daze, and there was a familiar face.

"Wan Qiang, what's the matter?" Peng Bai sat up and asked.

"Master, someone came to the restaurant to make trouble." Wan Qiang said anxiously when he saw Peng Bai wake up. It seemed that things were really urgent.

"Okay, I'll go there now, where are Zhao Haoqiang and the others?" Peng Bai asked while putting on his clothes. There were several different explanations for the trouble, but a large part of them could be handled by Zhao Haoqiang.

"Brother Zhao and Brother Gao finished their work at noon and went to practice martial arts." Wan Qiang's words made Peng Bai remember the one-month agreement again.

"Okay, let's go!" Peng Bai nodded and walked out of the room first.

Hundreds of people gathered in Pengbai's hotel. These people did not come to make trouble, but came to see the fun. These people stood at the entrance of Pengbai's hotel and did not enter Pengbai's hotel. The reason was very simple. At the entrance of the hotel, there were three arrogant people standing, one of whom was holding a huge envelope in his hand.

"Hey! What do you want to do?" Peng Bai walked into the crowd and asked.

"Are you the chef here?" the youngest man among the three walked up and asked.

Peng Bai nodded, chef? Then he is here to challenge the cooking skills.

"I am Zhang Haitao, the general manager of Zhenfenglou. This is Mr. Mi Tiankuang, the boss of our Zhenfenglou. This is Master Zheng Lei, the special chef of our Zhenfenglou. I heard that you have a good business here and don't know what attracts consumers in your hotel, so I came here to ask for advice." Zhang Haitao introduced to Peng Bai.

Peng Bai saw Zheng Lei and smiled. He knew Zheng Lei, and he had dealt with him many years ago. He was considered an old acquaintance, but Peng Bai knew him, so he must have forgotten himself a long time ago.

"Manniu, you're doing well! Have you become a chef?" Peng Bai asked with a smile. Zheng Lei was one of the opponents Peng Bai played in the first fight when he was in Jiacheng Cooking Academy. Mike Jackson's young follower didn't expect that he had become a super chef for so many years and became a chef.

"Are you?" Zheng Lei looked at Peng Bai strangely. In his memory, he had no intersection with this person at all, and of course he would not know this person.

"I am just a little person." Peng Bai originally wanted to reveal his identity, but he remembered that in this world, a special chef needs a kitchen door for evaluation. In the kitchen door, from a special killer to the latest apprentice, there is no one who doesn't know him. But this Man Niu was able to ask this, which means that his qualifications for a special chef are simply fake. Since that's the case, there is no need for Peng Bai to reveal his identity.

"Zheng Lei, I think your reputation has been spread far and wide. His knowing your name means that he was once one of your admirers. I don't have to pay attention to so much. Doing things is important." Mi Tiankuang, the boss of Zhenfenglou, said to Zheng Lei softly.

Zheng Lei nodded and handed the envelope in his hand to Peng Bai.

Peng Bai opened the envelope and understood what was going on. Peng Bai still knew that it was a large-scale but resisted hotel near Tianjing City. The main project was cooking. The main customer group was outsiders and the low-cost ones. They happened to be close to the hotel. Their colleagues were enemies. Peng Bai's hotel and Zhengfenglou were less than half a kilometer away. If those people chose, of course they would choose Peng Bai's hotel with cheaper prices and better tastes and more dishes, rather than slightly higher prices, but the quality of the dishes was not as good as that of the hotel's Zhengfenglou.

In fact, Mi Tiankuang was also very depressed. He has been operating the Zhenfeng Building for five years. During these five years, it was a spring breeze. There were countless customers every day, and he earned a lot of money. Several restaurants around him closed down and changed business projects because of the business methods of the Zhenfeng Building. However, Peng Bai bought the hotel. In just two or three days, the Zhenfeng Building business was half reduced. A week later, all the former customers went to Peng Bai’s restaurant for dinner. His Zhenfeng Building can really be described as "there are nowhere to be left."

Therefore, Mi Tiankuang brought people here to challenge him, because there is an unwritten rule in the chef industry, which is actually the rule within the kitchen that has fallen into the people. The competition between chefs always adds some lottery tickets. To put it bluntly, relying on their true strength or conspiracy to gamble. The winning party can put forward any conditions, and if the failure party does not agree, it will be difficult for the failure to get stuck in this field in the future.

"Okay! Competing in cooking skills, right? You can choose dishes! The time and location are all up to you, and the ingredients are prepared by each other." Peng Bai said to the three of them after reading the letter. The letter was full of nonsense, nothing more than superficial flattery, flattery, and stabbing people in the back. There is nothing worth reading, that is, to make a request for the competition and then add some lottery.

After hearing Peng Bai's words, Mi Tiankang was so happy that he wanted to hold Peng Bai and kiss him a few times. Any chef used his best dishes during the competition, because if every chef wants to become famous, he must have a particularly outstanding dish. Such as the other party who lets him choose the dishes that he competes is simply a manifestation of arrogance.

"Okay, then the dishes for the competition will be decided as Tianshan Feixue." Zheng Lei said immediately.

Peng Bai nodded. Tianshan Feixue is a dish that combines meat and vegetables very reasonably. It uses horseshoe fruit, pork tenderloin and coconut as the main ingredients. The finished dish tastes rich and light with a slight scent, which tastes smooth and refreshing. Especially the pork tenderloin combines the sweetness of horseshoe fruit, and the taste is even more unique with coconut.

"The time is set tonight, the location! It's better to be here. Anyway, the place here is big enough, so there are more witnesses, so that people won't say that our Zhenfenglou store will bully your store." Zheng Lei continued.

Peng Bai still nodded to show that he understood that Zheng Lei, this bull, has not changed his impatient temper for so many years. It seems that the identity of this special chef contains a lot of water!

"In the competition between chefs, we always have to add a little lottery. The lottery we proposed is that if you lose, close this small restaurant immediately and go wherever you like, but you can't run the same project within five kilometers of our Zhengfeng Building." Seeing that the other party agreed so readily, Mi Tiankuang immediately told the real topic he wanted to talk about.

"Okay!" Peng Bai finally spoke, and then continued: "If we win, we should use the same conditions as the lottery."

After hearing Peng Bai's words, Mi Tiankuang felt a little hesitant. After all, he had never seen this chef before, nor had he ever heard of this person, as if he had appeared out of thin air. There are many chefs in this world, and Mi Tiankuang felt a little scared because of Peng Bai's decisiveness.

Zheng Lei leaned into Mi Tiankuang's ear and said, "Don't worry, boss, my Tianshan Feixue has been guided by the experts from the chef's sect. Not only is it unique, but it tastes even more beautiful."

When Mi Tiankuang heard the three words "Chef Sect", his uneasiness disappeared immediately. The people who run the restaurant at least knew that the people in the chefs were the top chefs. If they could get the guidance of the people in the chefs, it would be like they were sure to win.

"Okay, at 8 o'clock tonight, we will compete for the Flying Snow in Tianshan here. Everyone will be a witness. Those who lose will be covered and left here." Mi Tiankuang said loudly.

Peng Bai made a gesture of invitation and turned around and walked into his hotel.

"I always feel that someone is not simple!" Mi Tiankuang said to Zheng Lei on the way back.

Zheng Lei thought for a while and said, "In case, I invite my boss here. He should be able to stay in a safe and secure situation. Even if it doesn't work, at least he can handle him neatly. By the way, who is the one you said is Peng Bai, right?"

Zheng Lei’s subsequent words were asked by Zhang Haitao, the manager of Zhenfenglou.

Zhang Haitao nodded and said, "Yes, I've already found out before I came. This person is named Peng Bai, and he opened this hotel with his two friends and his father."

Zheng Lei hesitated and said, "I know Peng Bai. I have seen him when I was in Jiacheng Cooking Academy before. However, Peng Bai is a big fat man, and he is lucky. He knows that he has some new tricks and has no real skills. If this person is really my classmate at Jiacheng Cooking Academy back then, I have nothing to worry about."

When Mi Tiankuang heard Zheng Lei's words, he seemed to have taken a reassurance.

There is no difference between Peng Bai and usually, and he will do whatever he should do, but Wan Qiang and the other two began to worry about Peng Bai. After all, this competition is the first time they have experienced it, which is related to their future prospects and destiny! If they win, they will naturally be the best, but if they lose, then what should they do in the future? With their education and cooking skills, it is quite difficult to find such a job again.

"Are you very nervous?" Peng Bai prepared the materials for the evening and sat in the front hall and laughed while drinking tea.

"Yeah! I'm very nervous." Wan Qiang and the other two nodded repeatedly.

Peng Bai thought for a while and said, "Prepare a pound of piglet pork tenderloin for me. Zhao Haoqiang and the others are not here, so you can do this! Coconut fruit also needs to be prepared. There has never been such a thing in our store. Coconut fruit can be bought in Western pastry shops."

"Wait." Just as Wan Qiang and the other two were about to go to buy what Peng Bai said, Peng Junwei stopped the three of them.

"Son, what do you think is the cooking competition?" Peng Junwei asked Peng Bai.

Peng Bai naturally replied: "Cooking skills and thoughts."

Peng Junwei nodded and said, "So do you think that using good materials can reflect your cooking skills?"

Peng Bai didn't say anything after hearing his father's words because he didn't know what his father's words meant.

"What did you say is a real delicious dish?" Peng Junwei asked after seeing Peng Bai not speaking, and saw that he took a sip of tea.

Peng Bai thought for a while and replied: "Cooking the best dishes with the best ingredients is a real delicious dish."

Peng Junwei laughed in silence and said, "You said the opposite? Real delicious food should be made with the most ordinary ingredients, superman cooking skills, special ideas and thoughts. The dishes made can be considered real delicious food. The cooking skills are compared with cooking skills, not the ingredients. If it is just the competition materials, it is equivalent to competing money!"

Peng Bai suddenly realized after hearing his father's words, and his thoughts drifted back to the first cooking competition he had experienced in Manhan Building. At that time, Peng Bai used very ordinary ingredients, but under the guidance of Liu Feng, he surpassed Kang Kang's soup cooked with all the top ingredients.
Chapter completed!