Chapter Eighty-Seven: Kung Fu Dishes

  Qin Tian was in the kitchen and didn't see Xiao Mei's expression at all. If he had seen it, who knows what kind of laughter would have ensued.

  At this moment, Qin Tian was deeply frowning, there were too few usable things in the kitchen, seasonings and whatnot were not lacking, but these things couldn't be eaten as a meal, apart from that, there was only half a piece of raw meat and more than half a bag of flour, nothing else.

  "Alas, this is going to be tough. What can we do with just these few things?" Qin Tian said, looking at the half piece of meat on the chopping board and the half bag of flour beside it.

  "Ah, right! There's flour to make noodles. The meat can be used for braising sauce. Now that we have all the seasonings, it's just right to make a steaming hot bowl of noodles for Xiao Mei. Alright, let's do it."

  He said and did, Qin Tian took out a chopping board, poured in half a bag of flour, then put the flour bag away, and fetched a small bowl of clear water. He placed the small bowl on a table not far from the chopping board, within Qin Tian's reach.

  Qin Tian washed his hands clean, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to start kneading dough.

  However, Qin Tian's method of kneading dough was different from that of a normal person. He first set up the framework of Tai Chi and then began. Yes, it was Tai Chi, he was going to use Tai Chi to knead the dough. He got his inspiration from a movie called "Kung Fu Soccer", where the female lead used Tai Chi to knead dough. Suddenly, he remembered that Tai Chi could do this too, and there was already flour available, so why not give it a try?

  And so we have the present scene.

  She saw Qin Tian, put her hand on the chopping board, and learned from the heroine in the movie. One hand stretched into the flour, gently pushed it, and divided the flour into two small piles. Then, with a twist of her wrist, a circle was formed in the middle of the flour.

  Then Qin Tian slapped the table heavily, controlling his strength to make the clear water in the bowl jump out and land accurately on the circle drawn on the pile of flour without spilling a single drop. Qin Tian's hand secretly manipulated the water to rotate back and forth several times, clearly revealing a Taiji diagram on the surface of the water, which disappeared after several seconds.

  Qin Tian smiled, it seems that his Tai Chi practice is not bad, similar to the one on TV, but hers was computer-drawn, while his own was genuine and authentic. Qin Tian felt a sense of pride in his heart.

  There's water and flour, so let's get started with kneading. Qin Tian's hands flew across the chopping board, kneading the dough back and forth until it formed a ball shape. He rotated this spherical dough in his hands, faster and faster, until finally, Qin Tian's hands parted and shook.

  Let the dough rise high, and when it's almost touching the ceiling, the force disappears, and it falls heavily from mid-air, landing accurately in the middle of the chopping board.

  Qin Tian stretched out his right hand when the dough was as high as his head, and with a swift motion, he caught up to it. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the dough flying onto the counter, where it continued to spin rapidly, but couldn't escape the confines of the counter.

  Qin Tian nodded in satisfaction and turned around to deal with the meat.

  This time Qin Tian seems to be addicted to playing and doesn't even cut his meat properly, showing off his fancy moves.

  Qin Tian placed the meat flat on the blade, his arm muscles tensed, and with a slight lift of his wrist, he sent the piece of meat flying into mid-air. Qin Tian stared at it silently, as if it were his arch-nemesis, the meat continuously flipping in the air. With his right hand holding the knife, Qin Tian searched for the perfect angle to strike.

  Suddenly, Qin Tian drew his knife and with a few flashes of white light, it was as if lightning had split the sky in the darkness. The piece of meat in the air suddenly disintegrated into dozens of small squares of uniform size. Qin Tian casually stuck his knife into the cutting board and picked up a plate that he had already prepared to catch the falling pieces of meat.

  Then open the stove, put the pot in place, and add the meat and various seasonings one by one. Turn the heat to high and stew with a fierce fire. Originally, this braising sauce was best cooked over low heat for a long time, but since time was running out, Qin Tian decided to cook it quickly so that Xiao Mei could eat as soon as she finished her bath.

  "It's all settled." Qin Tian said with a pat of his flour-covered hands.

  "Oh, right, I almost forgot about this." Qin Tian said as he looked at the still-spinning dough.

  "Hey, you've been kneading for so long, it's time to take a break." Qin Tian chuckled and walked forward, slapping his hand heavily on the dough, directly bursting the dough into pieces, scattering them all over the counter, with several chunks flying towards the ground.

  Qin Tian was well-prepared and calmly caught the few pieces of dough, as he had already calculated the force required. With his master-level culinary skills combined with his master-level Tai Chi, these two top-notch abilities working together, if he couldn't even handle this small matter properly, then being a master wouldn't be worth much, would it?

  Qin Tian took the few pieces of dough in his hands, first kneading them into a long strip, then repeatedly slamming and stretching them out. He slammed them several times before stopping. Although the dough had become very elastic after such a long time of rotation, Qin Tian still thought it was not perfect, so he slammed it a few more times.

  "Hmm, it should be about right now. This kind of noodle is just adding a bit of salt, without any seasonings, and that's also delicious." Qin Tian looked at the noodles in his hand and sighed, this wasn't bragging, it was fact. What is a Master-level? A Master-level is an existence that turns decay into legend, skill close to the Way.

  The 5,000-year history of China has countless talents, but those who can really practice a skill to the level of a master are so few that they can be counted on one hand, which shows the greatness of being a master.

  Although Qin Tian's master-level Tai Chi is now restricted by his physical body and cannot be fully utilized, the master-level culinary skills are indeed a real existence.

  "Hmm, isn't this a bit less? These two big bowls are just barely enough, I reckon it's not even enough for Xiao Mei to eat by herself." Qin Tian said as he eyed the noodles.

  If someone else had done it, Xiao Mei could have eaten half a bowl and that would have been a big appetite. But Qin Tian's cooking was so delicious that it could kill people and still make them want to eat more. Xiao Mei's combat power was absolutely off the charts, which is why Qin Tian worried whether two large bowls would be enough for her alone.

  "Never mind, I won't do it. Let her eat a little less, otherwise she'll find an excuse to say that you can't exercise vigorously after meals. Hehe, this time I'm limiting your portion, let's see what you have to say." Qin Tian said with a mischievous tone.

  "Husband, are you done yet? I've finished washing up and I'm starving." The voice of Xiao Mei came from the kitchen door, getting closer and closer. Before Qin Tian could respond, Xiao Mei was already standing in front of him.

  Qin Tian turned his head and took a look, his eyes lit up instantly. What a beautiful water lotus! Her wet hair was casually draped over her shoulders, making her look even more lovely and charming. Her small face, steamed by the hot water, had a faint reddish glow, like a red apple, making people want to take a bite. Her slightly pouting mouth and big eyes with mist on them indicated that she was very dissatisfied at the moment.

  Qin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, staring blankly at Xiao Mei.

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