Faced with the strange looks from the owner and everyone in the restaurant, Jun Wangchen said nothing. He simply rolled his wrists and took a deep breath, getting himself into the right state to cook.
Cooking was like cultivation. Only with an undistracted mind could one make a dish with soul.
Once his mind had settled, Jun Wangchen suddenly slapped both hands against the table. The kitchen knife resting quietly on the platter bounced up into the air.
A sharp gleam flashed through Jun Wangchen's eyes. He caught the knife, pressed his index finger against the rear of its spine, and braced the bottom of his palm against the handle. After spinning it several times in his hand, he brought it down on the winter melon.
Whoosh!
The cut came down with just the right force, clean and decisive. Most importantly, it was fast.
Everyone saw only a dark blur flash before their eyes. By the time they registered what had happened, the winter melon had already been split in two.
Swish, swish, swish!
Jun Wangchen focused on one half of the melon and flicked his wrist. The knife spun rapidly in his hand, tracing an arc like a fluttering butterfly as it darted over the winter melon, shaving away its skin.
The knife had to move nimbly and land firmly!
Every stroke was crisp and clean. The peeled skin formed a continuous strip, uniform in size and length, and even perfectly even in thickness.
At the same time, Jun Wangchen grabbed a bottle of peanut oil with his other hand and poured some into the pot. He turned on the heat, brought the oil to a boil, then tossed in minced ginger and chopped scallions, stirring constantly.
"How... how is this possible?" The owner's eyes bulged as though he