Once Chen Jue finished speaking, he began sharpening his knife.
He knew full well that a sharp knife was essential for cutting tofu; otherwise, slicing it into strands as fine as rain would be difficult.
Yet the sight made everyone present turn up their noses.
They felt Chen Jue knew nothing and was merely putting on a show.
After all, in their eyes, what could someone his age possibly make?
They would count themselves lucky if eating it did not kill them.
Head Chef Lu harbored the same thoughts as everyone else.
Chen Jue completed the cut with transcendent skill, then gently placed the tofu into a bowl of boiling broth.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and time quietly stopped at that moment.
The sliced tofu scattered like a fine spring rain, each strand delicate and translucent.
Every strand was clearly distinguishable, without a single flaw.
This was not merely a transformation of food, but a feast for the eyes and senses that made everyone hold their breath in anticipation.
Deeply captivated by this sudden marvel, everyone involuntarily crowded closer, disbelief gleaming in their eyes.
Gasps of amazement rose one after another, weaving into a chorus.
"Heavens! That knife work practically turns decay into wonder! They're as fine as gossamer!"
"Damn, they're even finer than Head Chef Lu's!"
"Exactly! Even Head Chef Lu might not be able to cut them that fine!"
"I thought he was a newbie, but he turned out to be a master!"
"It may only be knife work, but anyone who can do that can't be too far behind in other areas!"
Head Chef Lu's eyes brimmed with disbelief. Those exquisitely fine cuts were beyond anything he could have imagined.
"This... how is this possible..."
He murmured to himself, his voice tinged with shock and