Nian Bing smiled slightly and said, "How can I sell without a kitchen knife? Please provide me with one. If I can't make a sale within an hour, I'll naturally leave."
"Give him a kitchen knife." Miss Meng's voice came. The young chef nodded, ran into the kitchen and came back holding a kitchen knife after a moment.
Receiving the knife, Nian Bing balanced it in his hand, spread the cucumber in the salad plate with the spoon, positioned his thumb on the back of the knife, his index finger on the blade edge, tightly grasping the handle with his middle, ring and pinky finger, positioning the entire blade upright. The wide and thick blade was not suitable for his technique, but since he didn't want to reveal his magical abilities, he had to make do. Turning to look at Miss Meng, he found her eyes on him. The disdain from earlier was replaced by serious scrutiny. It seemed she had taken notice of his knife handling skills.