บท 1795: Borrowing a knife

The main ingredient of the dish on the table was fish while the secondary ingredient was pickled pepper. The snow-white fish meat and the bright red chili contrasted with each other. Together with the rising mist, it was absolutely eye-catching. Dashi xiujie sniffed slightly and felt a wave of fragrance coming towards him. The color and fragrance were definitely not a problem.

As master Cheng had obtained Yuan Zhou's Sichuan cuisine notes before, his Sichuan cuisine was different from the other cheap and flirtatious dishes.

However, dashi xiujie was still attracted by two other things in his mind. The first was whether he could let his senior brother demonstrate the elephant-suppressing knife skill one more time.

Speaking of which, master Cheng's elephant-suppressing knife skill was worthy of being Yuan Zhou's personal disciple. It was at least 30% of the essence. Naturally, dashi xiujie was envious of it.

The second was the saber ...