Su Wen nodded secretly.

Then he rolled up his sleeves, set up the chopping board, and prepared to start working.

The first dish he was going to make was Wensi Tofu.

This dish is delicious and complex.

Generally speaking, no one will do it, and few people will do it.

Moreover, this dish requires extremely high knife skills.

But for Su Wen now, this is nothing.

He smiled indifferently, took a cleaned chicken, and chopped it into eight pieces with a loud bang.

Based on the size and bone shape of the chicken, Su Wen judged that the chicken must have been raised for two and a half years.

The soup must be extremely delicious.

It is perfect to use it as the soup base for Wensi tofu.

Su Wen was busy with his work, concentrating fully on his work. His technique was skillful and delicate, without any unnecessary movements.

But what he didn't know was.

His actions stunned everyone present.

"This... How is this possible? How come his movements are so skillful?"

"Yes! His technique and skills don't seem like a novice at all. Instead, he looks like a master chef who has been cooking for many years and has superb skills."

The two servants who were wondering whether Su Wen would cook were now stunned and in disbelief.

Classmate Xia and her parents also showed shocked expressions.

Su Wen naturally didn't care much about this.

After he finished processing the chicken, he began to blanch it.

Then he picked up the kitchen knife, put the cleaned tofu next to him on the chopping board, and quickly cut the tofu into thin slices with the knife.

He spread his hands out to flatten it, and then cut it into silk threads.

He moves very quickly.

Every cut is delicate and even, and every cut is as fast as lightning.

Strangely, no sound could be heard from the chopping board.

It's like the gentle rain that moistens everything silently and naturally.