A Firefly Beside the Bright Moon

Countless fragments of knowledge instantly flowed into his mind.

He closed his eyes and savored the master-level culinary knowledge being transmitted to him from the infinite void.

No profession was inherently superior or inferior.

Anyone who reached the greatest depths of a profession was a master.

He could be a master race car driver.

He could also be a master wingsuit flyer.

He could likewise be a master in the culinary world.

When someone took something to its pinnacle, only they could surpass themselves.

When he opened his eyes again, a brilliant light flashed in them.

Those watching him from the other side of the screen could not help but feel afraid as they looked into his eyes.

A mysterious spirit lay hidden in his eyes, as though they contained endless treasures.

It was as if nothing in the world mattered to him anymore.

Flowing clouds and running water, the ever-changing affairs of the world.

Everything was but a passing cloud.

They felt that such a look could only be seen in those legendary masters.

At that level, all the fame, fortune, and status in the world had long since become things of the past.

Someone could not help commenting:

"I think I saw a sea of stars and cloud-wreathed mountain peaks in his eyes."

"Me too. When I saw his eyes, I felt like I was looking at my grandfather, who holds a high position."

"Can someone tell me why I feel this way? Do you feel it too?"

Those people with malicious intentions, who had been startled by him,

immediately recovered their senses.

"He's just putting on an act. What's so impressive about that? Easterners love doing this, hehe."

"He's just pretending. I don't believe he could have learned everything in those books he flipped through in a dozen seconds!"

"If he can beat me today, I'll cut off my xx and leave the culinary world for good."

"To the guy above, I've recorded what you just said. If you fucking don't cut it off, you're my son. Pah, I don't have a son as trashy as you!"

"Michelin three-star head chefs? Aren't you just bullying a child? If you've got what it takes, come compete with me. Don't let the wind catch your tongue—you won't be able to take back what you've said."

When that little group saw a heavyweight come out and challenge them,

they immediately pretended to be blind and ignored him.

They had no confidence they could beat those heavyweights.

They only needed to aim their attacks at Ye Jin and drag him down.

Several Michelin three-star head chefs had even uploaded videos they had recorded to YouTube.

Ye Jin finally moved as well.

He washed all the vegetables he needed and placed them on the cutting board.

He washed the knife clean too and took it in his hand.

He picked up a carrot, a smile appearing on his face.

Everyone felt a blur pass before their eyes.

A white flash glinted in front of them.

They instinctively covered their eyes.

When they opened their eyes again and saw what was before them, their mouths fell wide enough to fit an egg.

The knife in Ye Jin's hand moved like a whirlwind and a bolt of lightning.

It was as though an incredibly smooth gear was turning in his hand; his hand never stopped, not even for an instant.

His fingers worked together flawlessly.

Everyone watched as the incomparably sharp knife rapidly shaved past his hand.

They were so astonished they nearly cried out.

With each stroke, if even one cut struck his hand, he could lose a finger.

Even if it was a lighter cut, a large chunk of flesh would be sliced straight off.

Ye Jin's right hand was as fast as lightning, as though it had been honed through millions upon millions of repetitions.

Every stroke was just right, not a fraction too much or too little.

The blade shaved off only the outermost layer of carrot skin.

Hardly any of the tiny strips of peel had carrot flesh on them.

It was peeling of unparalleled precision and perfection.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded by this almost supernatural skill.

In a few short seconds,

a smooth, gleaming carrot appeared in his hand.

The peel on the table was as thin as a cicada's wing.

And every strip was almost exactly the same width.

The people watching beyond the screen swallowed.

"Is he even human? Is that something a human can do?"

"Look at the peel on the table. Isn't it way too thin? It looks almost transparent, and every strip is about the same width. How did he do it?"

"Who said Eastern chefs have poor knife skills? Pick one at random and it feels like they could easily crush a Michelin three-star head chef!"

Those so-called Michelin three-star head chefs were dumbstruck too.

"What's so impressive about that? I can do it too."

"If he's got what it takes, let's see him compete in carving!"

Carving was one of the great essentials of their Western cuisine.

And it took painstaking practice.

They refused to believe that just anyone could utterly crush them at it.

But before the words had even faded,

a slender knife had already appeared in Ye Jin's hand.

"He's going to start carving?" Everyone was startled.

They could not imagine how he could win.

After all, one Michelin three-star head chef who was also a carver had previously carved an extraordinarily lifelike animal.

It would not be easy to beat him.

Ye Jin would have to come up with something truly original.

The knife in Ye Jin's hand moved as fast as lightning.

He seemed to have found his rhythm.

Faster and faster... faster and faster.

All everyone could see was a blur of afterimages. The knife in his hand was like the heavens and earth bursting into bloom, carving all living things.

Countless tiny bits of carrot flew in every direction.

They covered the cutting board in a thin layer.

The pupils of the billions watching this performance kept widening, the astonishment in their eyes nearly breaking through the heavens.

"What... what kind of miraculous carving is this?"

"Oh, God, are those really human hands? Those are the hands of an angel."

"No, I can't believe it. Such a perfect work of art exists in this world."

The knife that had performed such miracles in Ye Jin's hand finally stopped.

He let out a long breath.

The hand that had been as steady as Mount Tai while he was carving

suddenly relaxed.

It trembled slightly.

He looked at the work he had carved in his hand and smiled with satisfaction.

Three thousand six hundred cuts.

Every cut had been just right.

Not a fraction too much or too little.

Under the gaze of billions, Ye Jin gave the carrot in his hand a gentle shake.

The moment he shook away all the scraps,

the carved work finally came into view.

When everyone finally saw the carved work in its entirety, their minds exploded with a boom.

What heavenly craftsmanship.

What miraculous skill!

This simply was not a technique a human could achieve.

Even a carving machine of the utmost precision would struggle to create a work so artistic and so exact.

On that one small carrot,

there were dozens of carved buildings of all sizes.

Besides those, there were towers and terraces, arched bridges, pavilions, lakes...

The large and small features alike fit together as though formed by nature.

Some parts were so precise that even the slightest additional pressure seemed as though it would destroy everything.

But... Ye Jin had achieved perfection.

It was nothing less than a miracle of the Creator.

Compared with him, that Michelin three-star head chef

was nothing more than a firefly beside the bright moon!

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