Steaks, of course, needed to be cut; how else would they be stuffed into dim sum to become filling?
But Xia Yu's cutting wasn't a leisurely slice by slice affair.
The moment he gripped the knife, he brandished it through the air towards the plate of beef, carving from left to right, from top to bottom, a cross-shaped blade gleam.
At that moment, Zhu Qing's pupils shrank.
"That is..."
She had a strong sense of familiarity, yet it was also quite strange.
"It's definitely a culinary technique I'm familiar with, but he's added his own twist! This little nephew of mine is not simple at all!" Zhu Qing gasped, then her face bloomed with a beautiful smile.
In the plate, the steak had become neatly diced meat.
