He stood the pieces of meat upright on the cutting board with the skin facing outwards. His left hand steadily pressed the meat down while his right hand wielded a divine-level cleaver, skillfully beginning to slice.
The garlic pork dish requires the meat slices to be thin and uniform, but not too paper-thin.
About two millimeters thick is ideal!
As the divine cleaver danced lightly across the meat, each cut was impeccably precise, producing slices approximately two millimeters thick.
The thickness was consistent, and the cut surfaces were smooth as a mirror.
The glistening slices of meat looked as enticing as a piece of art, making one's mouth water.
"Tsk tsk tsk, truly impressive, that knife skill is simply masterful!"
Qian Guoxiang exclaimed sincerely, his face full of admiration.
Although he could wield such skill himself, he had to admit that he was a bit slower than Huang Jun.
Huang Jun smiled slightly, his hand never stopping.
