Zhou Mingli quickly chopped up just a quarter of a potato.
For him, cutting tofu was the most difficult thing.
He did not act directly.
Chef Mo watched for a while and then said, "Why aren't you cutting it?"
Zhou Mingli looked up and replied, "I've never made Wensi Tofu, cutting tofu as thin as hair. I'm sorry, I don't have that kind of knife skill."
He answered very honestly.
The way everyone looked at Zhou Mingli conveyed a sense of "you really don't know what's good for you."
Chef Mo already told you to cut it, so just cut it directly. Why say you can't cut it? Aren't you just asking to be scolded?
Strangely enough, after listening to Zhou Mingli's words, Chef Mo laughed and said, "You can cut it."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mingli hummed in agreement.
He no longer used both hands to operate the tofu, but only one. The tofu was on the cutting board, and Zhou Mingli began to cut it again.
It was indeed impossible for Zhou Mingli to cut the tofu into such fine strips, but his knife movements were very swift. He had some difficulty controlling the force at first, but he quickly adjusted and the tofu he cut became better and better.
Chef Mo watched quietly, nodding silently.
Although my knife skills aren't quite there yet, they're still much better than those who can't even cut a potato properly.
More importantly...
The man in front of me not only knows about Wensi tofu, but also knows how to adjust the force when cutting. Even such a small piece of tofu can accumulate experience for him, which shows that he has a strong learning ability.
Cooking is a skill that requires learning.
Zhou Mingli cut the tofu and put it in the water.
Although not each strand is as fine as a hair, they complement each other perfectly, with each strand of tofu clearly defined.
After preparing the shredded tofu, Zhou Mingli skillfully cooked the egg fried rice. When it was served, an irresistible aroma filled the air.
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