The pheasant breast meat was pre-sliced.
Fu Yu picked up a piece and placed it on the cutting board.
He had deboned meat before, so he had some experience.
But his technique was obviously not as smooth and efficient as Yao Shi's.
However, having a clumsy technique was one thing; wielding the knife with precision and speed was another.
Fu Yu had never made this dish before; it was his first time trying.
Yao Shi, not feeling at ease, stood by closely, ready to step in if needed.
Fu Yu held the tendon with his left hand, and with his right hand, slowly cut along the chicken breast.
He couldn't afford to be fast; the kitchen knife was extremely sharp.
Almost at the moment the knife touched the tendon, it fell off by itself.
Fu Yu felt that if he didn't have impeccable control, with a knife this sharp, a light cut across could not only remove the tendon but also shave a flat plane off the pheasant meat.
