Small porcelain bottles appear in Nian Bing's hands, filled with his specially prepared sauces. He first employs a red liquid that, when dashed, doesn't release its aroma but instead gets entirely enveloped in a tornado, followed by a golden-yellow sauce, with a bit of salt and sugar. Nian Bing halts his actions at this point.
Ao Tian's Knife calms down from its glowing energy, some Light gather back, the cyclone under the command of Nian Bing, escaped from the chopping board and rose to the sky. Another larger plate materialises. As the wind ceases, the dishes fall like rain, smoothly onto the plate. Nian Bing's hands slightly tremble with the plate, not a single string of vegetables is overlooked, and filled just right to the brim. He walks out from behind the stove and places this plate upon the one that served the roasted mutton legs before, and smiles, saying, "Please taste, Fire and Ice Nine Sky Wind's Magic Wind Dance."