Can he really do it?
Even Huang Lei, who was leaning against the windowsill in the inner room, pale with weakness but still worried, couldn't help but weakly call out:
"Yue Heng... is this okay? If not, let me rest for a bit... or you can boil some water first... blanch the chicken... remember to put it in cold water..."
His voice was broken and intermittent, filled with distrust of Wang Yueheng.
"Teacher Huang, you can rest assured and leave it to me, no problem."
Wang Yueheng turned around and smiled in Huang Lei's direction without offering any further explanation.
After speaking, he turned around, his eyes instantly becoming sharp and focused.
He raised his hand and brought the knife down—
"Tap tap tap tap..."
A sudden burst of rapid and rhythmic chopping sounds rang out, so fast they were almost continuous!
The live stream camera immediately zoomed in for a close-up.
Under Wang Yueheng's hands, a whole muscle seemed to come alive and was easily dismantled.
With a flash of the knife, chicken legs, chicken wings, chicken breast... were precisely cut into evenly sized pieces.
Each cut was clean and precise, separating the flesh from the bone perfectly, with an incredibly smooth cut.
The whole process was smooth and seamless, without the slightest hesitation; it was almost like an artistic performance.
The live stream chat, which was just filled with worry and jokes, was instantly flooded with exclamation marks.
"Holy crap?! This knife skill?!"
"Am I seeing things? That speed! That precision!"
"Help... He looks this cool even when he's slicing a chicken?!"
"Is this really a singer? Or did she graduate from New Oriental?"
"What happened to the saying 'a gentleman keeps away from the kitchen'? Wang Yueheng, you're not playing by the rules!"
"Teacher Huang, look! It seems like you can't guide him anymore!"
Huang Lei, who was outside the window, wanted to add another reminder: "Don't cut the chicken pieces too big, they won't absorb the flavor well."
Before he could even finish speaking, he saw that Wang Yueheng had already completed the work.
The uniformly sized chicken nuggets, comparable to textbook examples, made him instantly choke back his words, his eyes widening in disbelief, almost forgetting his stomachache.
This knife skill... it must take several years of practice to develop, right?
Just how many tricks is this kid hiding?
Wang Yueheng paid no attention to the reactions outside.
He skillfully started a pot of water, and sure enough, he put the chicken pieces into cold water, along with a few slices of ginger and a little cooking wine.
After the water boils, carefully skim off the foam, then remove the chicken and rinse it with warm water.
Every step is as standard as a cooking tutorial video.
Huang Lei looked on and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
But his innate tendency to "like to teach" made him unable to resist peeking through the window and speaking again:
"It's done blanching... It's alright..."
"Hey Yue Heng, now we can start caramelizing the sugar. Add plenty of oil and sugar, and caramelize it really hard so the color will be a bright red and nice..."
Some knowledgeable viewers in the live stream immediately noticed the problem:
"Hmm? Teacher Huang's guidance... seems a bit off?"
"Won't caramelizing sugar with too much oil and sugar easily make it bitter?"
"Besides, chicken stew with mushrooms usually doesn't aim for a particularly bright red color in the sugar, right? It focuses more on preserving the original flavor?"
"Is Chef Huang confused from his illness and starting to give nonsensical instructions?"
"Teacher Yue Heng, don't listen to him! Believe in yourself!"
"Damn, even food poisoning can't stop Chef Huang's lecturing mouth!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Yueheng merely smiled slightly and did not comply.
He had long since mastered the "domineering culinary skills".
How could I possibly listen to the advice of an actor who is only good at cooking a few home-style dishes?
He took an appropriate amount of rock sugar and a little oil, and slowly simmered it over medium-low heat using a water-oil mixture.
Under precise heat control, the sugar syrup gradually turns into a clear and bright jujube red color.
Perfectly cooked, not a trace of burnt smell.
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