Chapter 131

From a professional chef's perspective, Lu Jingchen's movements still could not be considered standard; one could even say they were somewhat violent. There was no refined knife work, no precise division points—it felt more like a dismantlement driven by sheer instinct and brute force. Sometimes, he would bring his knife down in a heavy chop, separating bone and flesh with an unquestionable fierceness. Other times, he would crudely slice open chicken skin with the tip of his blade before tearing at it directly with his bare hands. The entire process lacked any sense of technique or aesthetic, carrying instead a raw, primitive wildness. Yet oddly enough, these non-standard, violent movements, coupled with his ruthless and decisive aura at that moment, kept Ning Meng's eyes glued to him. She was even left feeling somewhat... awestruck.