C3 Employment Relationship

To outsiders, this only meant that the knife was good. Han Ruoqing was different, she had a better understanding of cooking. Only good knives were far from enough and only with good knife skills would one be able to control them to their best state.

Han Ruoqing stood up and snatched the kitchen knife from Du Jie's hands. The blades on both sides were so cold that she didn't dare to touch them, causing her to pause in thought for a moment. She used the same movement to cut towards the tofu and tried several times, but to no avail.

Seeing that her daughter had not been able to succeed, she asked Du Jie urgently, "Are you talking about techniques!? How did you do it? "

"Mom, weren't my words detailed enough? "There are no shortcuts, Ruo Qing has always wanted to succeed, so in her eyes, there is only product and recognition. She treated the training of these basic skills as a waste of time, so don't think that the side dishes are unranked. When I was in university, in order to earn a bit of living, I gave people a year's worth of vegetables and also absorbed all of the directors of the chef's knife skills." Du Jie did not show any modesty.

After throwing down her blade, Han Ruoqing scornfully said, "Even if I don't use your blade, so what if I don't have your sabre arts?" In the end, the referee wasn't looking at how you cut the vegetables, or what shape you cut out, but rather, it was a piece of food that could be eaten. "

"Great!" "Since you've already said so, we can compete if you don't mind."

"Then let's compete. Say it, what do you want to compete in?"

The two of them stared at each other, their anger rising.

Du Jie wanted to suppress Han Ruoqing's aura, but he also couldn't expose his astounding culinary skills, causing these people to connect him to the wooden soil. His mind started to filter out all the ingredients in the fridge.

"There's salmon in the fridge. How about we do this?" Since Du Jie had chosen a topic, Han Ruoqing agreed to accept the challenge.

The competition was taking place in the living room. Servants placed the ingredients on the table, and there was also a cart with a pot on top of it. The stove had already started burning long ago.

Du Jie and Han Ruoqing looked at each other, and Du Jie asked Han Ruqing to choose materials.

The two of them used ingredients from a single dish, and Han Ruoqing was the first to choose between them. She sliced off the best fertilizer she saw, and after a simple marinating process, steamed it into the pot.

"Steamed?"

Seeing that Du Jie was a little puzzled, Han Ruoqing sneered, "Could it be that you only think that this is edible?" Remember, this salmon is yesterday's, so it's long past the best time to eat it raw. "

That's right, from killing a salmon, the best time to eat it was between three to five hours. If he wanted to eat it again, he would need to refrigerate until the designated temperature was low to barely pass.

The servants stood on either side of him, all secretly cheering for Du Jie, hoping that he would win this battle. Let everyone see, Du Jie was still useful.

Han Ruoqing observed the timer. In her eyes, every second would cause subtle changes to the ingredients, so she had to be precise.

When she raised her head to look at the motionless Du Jie, Han Ruqing was puzzled. Was he going to admit defeat? The sharp kitchen knife hadn't been brought up yet! The temperature of the salmon in front of him was rising. Would he still be able to eat something like this after a while?

"Are you still not going to do it? "You want to see if I can make your dishes come out?" Han Ruoqing already had a feeling that she had won, and couldn't help but feel pleased with herself.

Guan Na, Han Ruyu, and Long Qixiang all came to Han Ruoqing's wok. The entire hall was filled with delicious food. Everyone was full of praise, but not a single one of them was interested in Du Jie.

"Just in time."

Han Ruoqing calculated the price and immediately turned off the lid. The servants brought out the salmon, and Guan Na and the others went up to taste it.

"It smells so good!" Smelling the fragrance, Han Ruyu was overjoyed.

The several people used chopsticks to taste them one after another, giving out high-quality evaluations.

"Hey!" I say, can you still eat that? Otherwise, just fall off! " Guan Na mocked.

Could it be that only Han Ruoqing was able to tell that something was amiss?

Sure enough, a servant came out with a tray covered with a white towel. Everyone in the room was shocked. What was this?

Du Jie rolled up his sleeves and removed the towel. Right at that moment, the knife from before appeared before everyone's eyes once again. It was still as sharp as always, but now it was emitting cold air.

With this blade in hand, the cold air spread to Du Jie's entire arm. This feeling was pretty good. Du Jie closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed it.

It was about time, and the temperature was just right.

As he thought of this, Du Jie suddenly opened his eyes. He placed one hand on the salmon, while the other swung his cold blade at the center of his palm. The slash was extremely consistent, as if each slash was made from the same piece of fish.

In an instant, Du Jie moved his palm away and plunged the knife into the frozen porcelain plate. Then, he gently opened his hand and a row of evenly cut salmon were done.

Due to the speed of the saber, the cold energy within every fish was not completely released.

Guan Na suppressed her shocked expression. With a snort, she sneered and replied, "What's so delicious about this? Isn't it the usual practice?"

No one wanted to taste Du Jie's work, but Han Ruoqing was extremely curious. She wanted to know what kind of flavor it was that it could be compared to a live fish.

Han Ruoqing took the chopsticks and moved them step by step towards the plate of salmon, then picked up a piece and put it into her mouth, slowly tasting it. She was completely unable to grasp the timing of the salmon.

No wonder the knife had to be refrigerated, and the size of the knife had to be at its best.

Oh my god! What sort of feeling was needed to do this?

"Du …" Du Jie, it looks like you have already won. " Han Ruoqing stared at the dish. Her mood was dejected, but she couldn't refuse.

After the victory, Du Jie did not seem to be arrogant at all. He softly explained, "I cannot let it revive in your mouth, but I will do my best to make it return to its original state. This is a form of respect for the ingredients themselves.

Seeing that her daughter had been wronged, Guan Na still wanted to go up and say a few more words. But no matter what, she couldn't drag it out any further. No matter what, her daughter had admitted defeat first.

"You won by relying on your knife skills. What kind of ability is this? You didn't even cook. Today, your victory was merely luck." Guan Na could only say so in the end.

This was equivalent to giving Han Ruoqing a way out. Du Jie recovered from his own space in an instant. He immediately smiled and said, "That's right, the topic I chose naturally had to avoid the operation process of the reverse lock. Otherwise, how could I have won today?"

Guan Na was quite satisfied with his wisdom, so she decided to not pursue the matter.

Having saved her face, Han Ruoqing was not in a very good mood. She sat there blankly as she quietly recalled every single one of Du Jie's actions just now, but then again, she had always felt that something was wrong. It wasn't his knife skills or his level of knowledge in cooking, it was like the look in his eyes when he was cooking.

Before he left, he called Du Jie to the side and whispered to him in a low voice. His expression was not as casual as when he was in the room, and with a noble and aloof tone, he reminded, "Making delicacies is Han Ruoqing's dream, I hope that you can help her, and after everything is done, I will give you a sum of money as payment for your labor."

What kind of bullshit was that?

"She is my wife. Helping her should be my duty. How can I accept your money?" In the face of this departure, Du Jie didn't want to give in, nor did he want this person to fight over him.

Du Jie's dissatisfaction did not make Long Qixiang unhappy. On the contrary, he appeared to sympathize with Du Jie.

"In addition to making her walk towards success, you also want to make her happy. Can you also do this? The marriage you brought was a devastating blow to her. If you really love her, you should be able to see that. "

"Then what can I do? Old Man Han gave me this marriage, do you think I'm willing?"

"So! When I said I would give you a reward, you told me that your marriage would last for a few more years, a year, or two years? Uncle Han dotes on this daughter of his. One day, when he feels that his decision was wrong, he'll ask for a divorce. It would be better to save some money while we're here so that we don't have nothing in the future. " Long Qianxiang's words expressed his point of view, Du Jie understood his words very well.

Long Qianxiang walked away with his back facing the crowd. When he raised his hand, he held out five fingers. Based on his current value, this should be the sum of five million. Du Jie sighed deeply.

One step at a time, what is there to think about?

After returning to the main hall, only Han Ruoqing was left. She was still sitting there, but her eyes were staring at Du Jie.

"Can you …" To be my assistant? "

She finally asked for help, and he was glad that he was willing to help his wife fulfill her dream unconditionally.

But the chilling fact was, Han Ruoqing still had words to say.

"Use the shortest amount of time to help me win the title of special chef and create a new dish. I can give you a high reward."

Money again? Could it be that once your Wealthy Class children leave the money, you won't be able to do anything?

Du Jie's heart was in tears. This couple only had deals and uses, and didn't have much to offer or feelings for each other.

Calming his mind, Du Jie forced a smile as he coldly ridiculed, "Your Big Brother Qian Xiang has already promised me five million. I'm still considering whether I should accept it or not. I wonder what is the number of my lord wife?"

"I'll add another five million. That'll be an explanation for you."

Han Ruoqing's words were very natural. Du Jie's chest was stifling, and his mind was churning to the point of bursting, yet he still pretended as if nothing had happened.

What could he do? Who told him to care so much about her right now? But since when did he care about her?