670 Carve an Alligator (1/2)
The moment he looked at Bu Fang's masterpiece, Jun Qingxiao was somewhat absent-minded. When he saw what Bu Fang had carved, his mind shivered in a flash. He got goosebumps in his entire body and was dumbstruck at his spot.
In his mind, a giant alligator was opening its large mouth and storming toward him. The intimidation erupted instantly, making him pale. He had to take several steps backward.
So scary… What was that thing after all?
His mental energy focused to separate the images. Now, in front of Jun Qingxiao was just an exquisite-carved, white-jade radish alligator placed on Bu Fang's table.
Bu Fang shot him a faint look and a slight grin.
”It… What's it? How can it move?” Jun Qingxiao was much surprised. He turned to ask Bu Fang.
Move?
Bu Fang was stunned. A moment later, his grin grew bigger.
”Nah, you were dizzy. It doesn't move,” said Bu Fang.
Jun Qingxiao didn't believe him. He came closer to observe the white-jade alligator, then took a deep breath.
”You used those trashy radishes to carve it?” Jun Qingxiao yelled in disbelief.
He used such a trashy kitchen knife and garbage-quality white-jade radishes, yet he could create such a romantic and charming masterpiece?
This fellow...
Who was he, after all?
Jun Qingxiao lifted his head and his pupils shrank. He gazed at Bu Fang and continued to draw in more cold breath. He was somewhat panic-stricken.
The old man with the handlebar mustache took the rigid-face man and the evilly beautiful woman, walking forward. The old man looked a little serious.
The three of them, with many eyes fixing on them, walked toward Bu Fang's station.
Jun Qingxiao was shivering inwardly. He dashed to his station, stooping his head, trying to make himself look smaller.
Seeing the three people coming to him, Bu Fang remained unchanged.
”Is this your product?” The old man with a mustache observed the white-jade alligator closely. After a while, he exhaled deeply, turning to Bu Fang and asking.
”If not me… then who else did that? If I hadn't been given those strange-shaped trashy radishes, I wouldn't have had the idea to carve this toy,” answered Bu Fang.
The woman standing behind the old man put on a cold face immediately. She snorted secretly as she got Bu Fang's mocking tone.
The stiff-faced man gazed at the white-jade alligator. His pupils slightly shrank. After a long time, a hissing noise came out from his gritted teeth.
”This white-jade alligator… is so fierce. It seems to have a soul!”
”Excellent. Young people are full of vigor,” the old man didn't talk more. His look drilled into Bu Fang for a while before he took the woman and the stiff-faced man and left.
Seeing the three of them leaving, he pulled the corners of his mouth, then parted his lips.
”Hey… How much time will this take? I'm in a hurry.”
Jun Qingxiao was dumbfounded on his side. This fellow didn't want to live… He didn't want to waste time! This was naked provocation!
Right at the moment Jun Qingxiao was waiting for the other masters to get angry, he found that the others had just paused for a second then continued to walk away.
”Aren't we all...”
The old man with the handlebar mustache's faint laughter came with the wind.
Everybody paused in the middle of their action. They were not believing when they turned to Bu Fang.
What's going on?
Sixth Elder agreed with that kid? Did he hate their slow progress?
People became teary. Being slow... It's not their mistake… It's that kid who is too fast!
Many people felt somewhat indignant. However, their indignation turned into fear shortly afterward. Looking at Bu Fang, they had only fear in their hearts. This kid's knife skill… Why was he so damn talented!
From what the Sixth Elder had said, he obviously recognized that kid's work. He had carved a masterpiece of art within the short given time.
This kind of competence… The ordinary first-grade chef couldn't compare to him!
Jun Qingxiao was the most horror-struck. He had thought that Bu Fang was just an average Joe. This Joe was unexpectedly really in a hurry.
The bald man looked unwilling to believe it. His work was done, but Bu Fang had somehow defeated it. A man with pride like him would feel irritated, naturally. He continually squeezed the snake spirit beast in his hand.
The snake wound its body around the bald man's arm.
”Okay, the Knife Skill Challenge ends here! Please stop all of your actions.”
When the joss stick was burned off, their time was up. The beautiful woman asked them to stop their work. They then placed their knives on their station. The boisterous scene with so many pieces of radish meat flying around had finally stopped.
The chefs displayed their finished or unfinished works on their tables. There were so many interesting shapes, though.
The woman swayed her waist, slowly came and retrieved people's knives. When she came to Bu Fang, seeing his calm demeanor, she couldn't help but snort.
”This kitchen knife should be thrown away,” said Bu Fang. Then, Bu Fang threw the knife to her.
The woman caught the knife, and her face changed, looking at Bu Fang in disbelief.
”You...”
Bu Fang waved his hand, showing his reluctance.
The woman said nothing. The array carved on the knife was completely broken as if it was torn apart by some formidable force. She understood that it was because of the chef's formidable skill that was over the knife's bearing capacity.