The young Song Shuhang's right hand moved like lightning. In an instant, he had sliced a short section off the heavenly tribulation strip, filling a large platter with thin slices.
"That's enough." Song Shuhang nodded.
These thin slices of heavenly tribulation were the garnish for the final plating of Braised Heavenly Tribulation, and they were edible too. Like sashimi, they could be eaten raw. Wrapping them in fresh, tender vegetable leaves was recommended for an even more delicious flavor.
"Next, we cut the heavenly tribulation into chunks." Song Shuhang deftly spun the kitchen knife in his palm. The knife seemed to become one with his body.
Pure saber intent began erupting from him. Eventually, it converged into a single current—Song Shuhang's second saber intent had already shown signs of awakening. Now, as he sliced the heavenly tribulation strip, that second saber intent had been stimulated and could break out of its shell and take shape at any moment.
Song Shuhang took a deep breath, bringing himself into peak condition.
Demon Emperor Hezhi's chef's heart manifested within him, while the experience of the Demonic Sect's immortal chef legacy surfaced in his mind, guiding him through the next step of preparing the dish.
His eyes fixed on the second-to-third heavenly tribulation.
The heavenly tribulation, with a short section sliced off, was dark gold—according to Demon Emperor Hezhi's recipe, the strip should originally have been golden. The addition of heavenly dipper had deepened the color of the strip in Song Shuhang's hands.
Honey-like fat kept seeping from the cut surface, its rich fragrance lingering in the air. The lightning patterns on the cross section looked like tantalizing meat grain, enough to make anyone's mouth water.
Song Shuhang gently raised the kitchen knife, his gaze discerning information deeper within the heavenly tribulation.
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