Gourmet: Midnight Vending-Chapter 392 - 357: North Gate Goes Viral

Saying is one thing, doing is another.

Although the Sword Skill clearly states that the essence of the Wild Blade Skill is speed!

But Chen Mo couldn’t help himself and slowly "cut" down toward the bouncing golden point on the block of tofu.

With one cut, the blade steadily fell on the golden point. Then, this golden point immediately moved back a bit, and Chen Mo still felt that strange sensation, as if his right arm holding the knife was being guided by some indescribable force.

He instinctively cut down again, slowly.

"Oops!"

This time, the cut was crooked.

[Fast. The key to the Wild Blade Skill is speed; sometimes even you can’t be sure where the blade will land, but according to the principle of inertia, you won’t land too far off.]

Chen Mo saw the prompt text appear in front of him.

His legs slightly bent, he centered his breath at the dantian, and gripped the knife with his right hand.

This is a habit hard to change. When a reference point appears at a certain position and requires you to aim exactly at it, the human body instinctively wants to concentrate and slow down the action.

This time, Chen Mo planned to try according to the system’s prompt.

Staring intently at the golden point, he swung up his right arm, then suddenly chopped down fiercely.

For a moment, Chen Mo even felt as if he hadn’t aimed at the point, and even he didn’t know where the knife in his hand would cut.

And as the knife fell, under the effect of that mysterious guiding force, Chen Mo felt clearly, even if the blade was about to miss, that force corrected his position!

[Fast!]

Just as the blade barely fell, Chen Mo saw the text appear before his eyes again.

Without overthinking, he continued to lift the knife and chop fiercely.

The same magical guiding force corrected him once more at the moment the blade landed.

"Huh?"

The blade unexpectedly landed on that golden flashing point again, so Chen Mo no longer worried.

Eyes watching the golden point, his arm swung up and down furiously, without even thinking if he could land on the golden point, relying purely on intuition and inertia to chop.

Next door, after being sent back, Yang Wenhua quickly mixed all the dumpling fillings and refrigerated them.

He was still somewhat displeased about being chased away by Chen Mo earlier and wanted to discuss the matter of the Grand Cooked Dried Tofu further with Boss Chen upon leaving his stall.

Just as he walked over, Yang Wenhua’s eyes widened suddenly.

"Holy shit!"

His voice drew Huang Bo and Xue Ping, Xue An, and all three hurried over, seeing the scene inside the food cart.

All three in unison, "Holy shit!"

What on earth is happening!

They only saw Chen Mo standing at the workstation, with a block of tofu placed on the chopping board. And Chen Mo, with his right arm pounding up and down continuously, as if he had an unresolved grudge with that block of tofu.

The sound of the kitchen knife smacking the chopping board was exceptionally loud.

"Is he planning to chop the tofu into pieces?"

"Maybe he’s not making cooked dried tofu, perhaps the boss just wants to make some filling or something."

"Tsk, this Sword Skill, probably unique in the cooking world, haha!"

It’s hard to say, difficult to judge.

After all, even when chopping meat fillings normally, it’s at most done by moving the wrist, but Chen Mo is different, as if he’s not holding a kitchen knife but a sledgehammer.

As Chen Mo kept swinging the knife, the square block of tofu on the board gradually got dismembered.

And when Chen Mo paused, using his left hand to slightly push the cut tofu, his right hand swung up again.

Outside, all four people almost couldn’t close their mouths.

Yang Wenhua even rubbed his eyes, not daring to believe what he had just seen.

"The boss isn’t randomly chopping, that tofu has been cut into slices!"

"Damn, I saw it too, is it real?"

"Damn...is this even human?"

Chen Mo’s arm-swinging speed was incredibly fast, and in less than a minute he had cut through the tofu again, even before he moved himself.

The four people outside couldn’t help it, tiptoeing and reaching over to grab a handful of dry tofu strips from the board.

Yang Wenhua, looking at the dry tofu strips in his hand, gave a slight rub, and then pinched two pieces with another hand to examine meticulously.

"They’re almost the same thickness?"

Huang Bo also noticed, "The same thickness isn’t hard to understand, I’m curious, is it necessary to have such exaggerated movements? That’s not cutting vegetables, that’s clearly chopping them!"

"It must be our boss, cutting vegetables so wildly!" Xue Ping was deeply impressed.

For a moment, he even fantasized, if the person in the food cart is himself, how wonderful would it be?

In such hot weather, able to wear a fitting suit, not even a bit of sweat seen on the boss’s forehead.

Wearing a handsome suit, holding a delicate kitchen knife, chopping fiercely, if this person were me, many girls would surely like me, right?

Chen Mo also grabbed a handful of dry tofu strips and examined them closely.

Just as he thought, the cut dry tofu strips were as thick as matchsticks, almost every strip was of the same thickness.

"As expected of the Wild Blade Skill, the longer you cut, the more you feel towards the end."

"There’s even an urge to not stop, and the feeling gets better."

The only pity is, Chen Mo still needed the system-provided guiding force to go wild; without that bit of correcting pull, this wouldn’t be the Wild Blade Skill.

It would really turn a block of tofu into tofu mush.

"But in any case, this Sword Skill perfectly matches my needs. As long as I practice long enough, even without the guiding force in the future, I can use it independently."