Seeing Liu Lao's shocked expression, Watanabe Ichiro felt very happy, and his expression returned to its original wildness, laughing:
"Liu-san! I didn't expect you to know my basket! Not bad, not bad. Today I will let you see the power of the ten famous plaster knives!!"
There was a glimmer of madness and craziness in Ichiro Watanabe's eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a hideous smile.
He slowly raised his right hand, tightly holding the basket in his hand. Because it had just been taken out of the refrigerator, the blade was slightly cold, which was chilling.
Suddenly! Watanabe Ichiro's eyes became sharp!
Then, Watanabe Ichiro began to swing the short blade in the air, drawing gorgeous knife flowers in the air, and each knife even brought with it a sharp sound of wind.
As the sword flashed, the basket in Watanabe Ichiro's hand began to become blurred, as if it had merged into the scene of swords and sabers.
The puffer fish on the chopping board began to dismember and peel off as if by magic.
And with Watanabe Ichiro's precise force, the cut fish meat fell accurately onto the porcelain plate beside him. Each piece of fish meat was skillfully cut into evenly sized slices with neat edges as thin as a cicada's wing. They were closely arranged together, eventually forming a complete lotus flower.
I saw that the lotus made of fish flesh was lifelike, with layered petals. Under the sunlight, it was slightly cold, as if swaying gently in the breeze.
The audience in the live broadcast room all gasped when they saw this scene.
[Oh my god! I thought this old dog was just good at gimmicks! I didn’t expect him to be so awesome!!]
[Although I hate him, the dish he made is really amazing! ]
[I am starting to worry about the anchor, anchor, you must cheer up!!!]
[The host must not lose! ! At least it has to be a tie! ]
At this time, Mr. Liu, who was standing aside, stood there with a sullen face, his brows almost twisted into a line, and his fists clenched tightly.
"Damn it! I didn't expect Watanabe Ichiro's cooking skills to have improved so much!!"
However, before he could finish his curse, Watanabe Ichiro's next move petrified him on the spot.
I saw Watanabe Ichiro take out a small bowl, pour in some sashimi soy sauce, add some mustard, and finally take out the internal organs that had just been cut off, pick out the gallbladder, gently poke a small hole with the tip of the knife, and squeeze out two drops into the dish.
"The ultimate puffer fish sashimi, please enjoy it."
When Mr. Liu saw this final step, he could no longer hold back and exclaimed in surprise.
"Watanabe Ichiro!! Are you crazy!! Pufferfish gallbladder is highly poisonous! You know that!! How dare you add it to the dipping sauce!!"
Ichiro Watanabe glanced at Mr. Liu with a hint of disdain in his eyes, picked up the chopsticks, gently picked up a piece of fish, dipped it in a little sauce, and then put it into his mouth.
The next second, a look of satisfaction suddenly appeared on Watanabe Ichiro's face, and his head shook slightly, as if he was extremely satisfied with his work.
“Mr. Liu, would you like to try my dish? It’s different from the one that defeated you back then.” Watanabe Ichiro looked at Mr. Liu with a slightly teasing look.
Although Mr. Liu looked gloomy, he still walked over. He wanted to know how much Ichiro Watanabe had improved over the years!
Old Liu slowly picked up a piece, dipped it in the sauce, put it into his mouth and chewed it gently.
The next second, his whole body trembled, as if struck by thunder, his eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.
The moment the fish enters the mouth, a faint bitter taste hits you first, but as saliva continues to be secreted in the mouth, the bitter taste gradually fades away and becomes gradually sweet.
This feeling of first suffering and then sweetness is wonderful, like a baptism of life. It reminds Mr. Liu of the hardships he experienced when he was a child, and how he overcame many difficulties along the way and finally reached the pinnacle of Chinese culinary art.
As Mr. Liu continued chewing, the delicious taste of the fish was fully released. Every bite was full of fish fragrance and slight sweetness. He closed his eyes, enjoying this wonderful taste and feeling the special taste of the fish.
The texture of the fish is tender and juicy. With a light bite, you can feel its softness and delicateness, and even every texture is full of elasticity.
After a moment, Mr. Liu came back to his senses from the delicious food, his face full of shock.
He didn't expect that Watanabe Ichiro's cooking skills had improved so much! It was simply terrifying!
Seeing Mr. Liu's shocked look, Long Jian also moved over, picked up a piece and put it into his mouth.
The next second, Long Jian also stood there in shock, with a look of disbelief on his face.
“This…this…this…”
Long Jian said these three words in a row, but did not say anything else. He retreated behind Old Liu with a depressed look.
Seeing the reactions of Mr. Liu and Long Jian, Ichiro Watanabe curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer.
"Mr. Liu! The era of China has long ended!! Plaster cuisine is the mainstream in Asia! It will even become the mainstream in the world in the future!! Why is your Chinese cuisine crushed under our plaster cuisine? It's because you are cowardly! You don't want to make progress! You are complacent! "
Ichiro Watanabe became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally he even laughed wildly. However, he was interrupted halfway through his laughter by a cold voice.
"Oh, really?"
Meng Fei walked towards Watanabe Ichiro with cold eyes. Watanabe Ichiro saw Meng Fei's sharp eyes, and then looked at Ozawa Nanajiro lying on the ground whose life or death was unknown. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back, and the arrogance he had just had disappeared in an instant.
However, Meng Fei did not make a move. Instead, he walked to the puffer fish sashimi, picked up a piece of fish, dipped it in the sauce, and put it into his mouth.
In fact, Meng Fei also wanted to try the taste of this plaster dish. After all, he had never eaten it in his life.
Meng Fei chewed it twice, swallowed it, and said calmly.
"Your dish is... average."
Hearing this, Watanabe Ichiro suddenly jumped up and grabbed Meng Fei by the collar, completely forgetting Meng Fei's just now fierceness.
"What did you say!! Average?!! You actually said my ultimate puffer fish sashimi is average!! This is the essence of my more than ten years of research! You Chinese country bumpkin!! You don't deserve to eat my food!! You Chinese people are only worthy of eating pig food!! You......"
Watanabe Ichiro had just said half of his words when Meng Fei's face turned gloomy and he grabbed Watanabe Ichiro's wrist.
Ichiro Watanabe panicked for a moment and quickly turned off the camera on his chest.
At the same time, Meng Fei used his right hand to bend it hard.
“Crack!”
A crisp sound of bones breaking was heard, followed by Ichiro Watanabe's shrill scream.
However, even so, Meng Fei still did not let go. Even if Watanabe Ichiro used all his strength, he still could not break free from Meng Fei's restraints.
Meng Fei looked at Watanabe Ichiro with a gloomy face and said sternly: "Let me remind you again, be careful when you speak in front of me, I don't have a very good temper! !"
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