Just a Side Dish, Nothing More

Billions of viewers around the world sucked in a breath at once.

They nearly sucked all the air out of the world.

Awesome!

Fucking awesome!

It was like setting off firecrackers inside awesome—it was awesome to the point of exploding!

How could a human being possibly accomplish such a feat?

Even the most precise machine couldn't have done it without the slightest deviation, could it?

They looked at Ye Jin with complicated expressions.

They had only one thing to say: Fuck!

They all had hands, so why was the difference between people so vast?

Their own hands could only comfort them in the dead of night.

Look at his hands: with a casual flick, he could create a work of art without equal in the world.

The difference was more than simply vast.

Those who had been shouting loudest online moments ago suddenly stopped barking, like dogs that had gone impotent.

The Nine Domains Nation viewers had just endured all their abuse, and they had no intention of letting them off so easily.

"Fuck, where are the people who were barking the loudest just now? Get your asses out here!"

"I remember a Michelin restaurant chef saying that if Ye Jin beat him at knife work, he'd cut it off to prove his resolve!"

"Playing dumb now? Cat got your tongues? Weren't you so fucking great just now? Now you're being turtles hiding in your shells, with your heads tucked into your mothers' fucking shells!"

"You even said we'd be kneeling and begging for mercy? Fuck, we gave you too much face. Now open your dog eyes wide and see who's really awesome!"

"A bunch of blind fools! I really can't hold back my anger anymore. Your faces are so thick even sulfuric acid couldn't eat through them."

"Still jumping around? Get out here and jump!"

"Haha, commenter above, stop cursing. If you keep going, someone's going to say we have no manners, but... damn, that felt fucking good."

The people of the Nine Domains Nation had finally vented the anger in their hearts.

It wasn't that they had no manners; the other side was just too much like dogs.

They were shameless to the extreme.

The anger in their hearts had long been ready to burst out of their chests.

They had already prepared themselves for defeat.

But Ye Jin had turned things around. It was more than a comeback; he had practically rubbed his invincible display right in their faces.

Who could match that knife work?

And that was in just a few short minutes.

An exquisitely beautiful sculpted building.

Compared with his, the animal that the Michelin three-star chef had carved earlier was trash among trash, the kind you wouldn't even glance at if it were thrown into a sewer.

Compare people and one should die; compare goods and one should be thrown away.

The carved animal was quite good, but it depended on who it was being compared with.

Compared with Ye Jin's, it wasn't even qualified to be placed before his for comparison.

One was A-grade.

The other was SSS-grade.

It was more than a complete beatdown.

It was sheer crushing.

It rolled right over their faces without even stopping.

In front of screens in countries around the world, the faces of those so-called Western chefs turned green and white as they read the unbearable comments.

Their faces looked as awful as if their own mothers had died.

Where did those Xia Country people get so many words to curse with? They didn't even stop.

They attacked them in every way.

They wanted to spit a mouthful of old blood onto their screens, then find a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

Also, had they eaten shit?

Competing with Ye Jin?

That dazzling knife work made him the world's number one master of the knife.

Most importantly, someone like him was actually completely unknown.

It made them feel as if they'd fucked a dog.

If you had this skill, you should've said so earlier! And I fucking challenged you? Wasn't I a dumbass?

Some people still kept their mouths stubbornly hard like dead ducks.

They were making one last struggle.

"What's the use of good knife work? If what he makes tastes bad, isn't it still just as much trash?"

"That's right. Being good at carving doesn't prove he's a good cook. No matter how fancy it looks, if it doesn't taste good, it still doesn't prove how impressive your Eastern cooking is."

"His knife work is just a little better, that's all. There are plenty of talented people in the Western culinary world who haven't shown themselves yet. This doesn't prove anything."

They felt they had instantly found an argument.

They began writing about it at great length.

They frantically dissed Ye Jin, saying he was only good at appearances and that his actual cooking and flavors were a complete mess.

The Nine Domains Nation viewers were so angry at these shameless people that they nearly laughed.

These Western dogs really were shameless.

They could find these crooked arguments anywhere.

They were overturning the very words that had come out of their own dog mouths. Did they have no shame?

If they could have reached through the screen right then, they would have pulled down their pants and made a warm pool of golden liquid for those shameless people on the other side to taste how sweet it was.

Dozens of pairs of eyes outside the screen gazed at the exquisite carrot sculpture, utterly entranced.

This was a work of godlike skill.

If it had been placed before them,

They would have paid a fortune without hesitation to buy the exquisite work of art before them at auction.

It was simply too perfect, too exquisitely beautiful.

Ye Jin didn't know that his routine actions had caused such a huge sensation in the outside world.

He was merely a little surprised that master-level knife work could rival nature itself and have no equal in the world.

But for him,

A mere carrot was nowhere near enough to eat.

It was only a side ingredient.

So he raised his knife.

Before countless pairs of utterly shocked eyes,

It fell.

"Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap..."

The knife in his hand was as fast as lightning.

In an instant, he made hundreds of cuts into the carrot.

After cutting it into fine shreds, he tossed it straight into a bowl. It fell into the water and instantly separated into hundreds of carrot shreds.

Countless cries of anguish erupted around the world.

"What a wanton waste of a treasure!"

"That was a work of art! How could he destroy it just like that?"

Countless people wanted to spit blood.

They were a hair's breadth from charging into the screen, grabbing him by the neck, and demanding an answer.

That was a work of art! How could he destroy it just like that?!

Their hearts ached so much they wanted to spit blood!

They hadn't even had time to take a photo to remember it by.

It had existed in this world for only a brief minute.

The titanium-alloy dog eyes of those Western chefs were practically dazzled blind. He was awesome, too awesome!

They wanted nothing more than to rush in, throw their arms around him, and give him a couple of hard kisses.

As an old Eastern saying went,

It was like being given a pillow just as you got sleepy.

They had never imagined that Ye Jin would cooperate with them so well, as if he understood what was in their hearts.

They were all wild with joy.

Ye Jin knew nothing of the change outside. It was just a carrot; no matter how perfect the sculpture was, in his eyes it was merely a side dish, not even qualified to be the main course.

The kitchen had all the side ingredients and main ingredients he needed.

He quickly washed them clean and placed them on the counter.

The knife in his hand traced a beautiful flourish.

The countless side ingredients and main ingredients in his hands were like objects that could change shape at will.

The only sound in the kitchen was the cleaver chopping against the cutting board.

The crisp sound echoed through the kitchen.

The kitchen became his own private paradise, his own world.

The sounds from his cutting board grew more and more rhythmic, more and more rhythmic, like the most beautiful symphony.

His knife work also became an artistic technique.

His knife skills and the crisp, crisp sounds from the cutting board

Directly constructed a spiritual world so captivating that no one could pull themselves free.

Countless people became immersed in it with their entire beings, unable to pull themselves free.

Countless musicians saw so much in this wonderful scene.

It was as if they saw the world of a master's entire life.

Two figures slowly merged into one.

Their hearts were shaken beyond measure.

They gazed at that figure

As if looking up at a towering mountain.

Ye Jin was without equal in the world!