Chapter 36: Fresh and Delicious Raw Meat (Part 2)

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  The leader of the group, who had made up his mind, no longer had a hypocritical smile on his face, but instead wore an authentic expression of appreciation for the skill. Standing there, he quietly waited for Qin Yifan to begin.

  A row of eunuchs stood not far from Qin Yifan and Lin Qiulü, holding trays with fish slices in their hands. They were responsible for presenting the sliced meat cut by Qin Yifan to the Emperor and the ministers.

  "Meat should be eaten while it's hot, don't wait until it gets cold!" Qin Yifan said to everyone, then picked up the kitchen knife and swung a beautiful arc in the air, just like that chef from the Fan tribe before.

  Lin Qiulü stretched out her arm, her height was slightly shorter than Qin Yifan's, just reaching the position of Qin Yifan's chest. Qin Yifan suddenly turned his head and said to the team of palace attendants, "Run and send it over." Before they could respond, his arm had already started swinging.

  This time, the kitchen knife wasn't as swift as before when dissecting the cow, but it was still much faster than that chef from the Fan tribe. Before people could even see the glint of the blade, a thin slice of raw meat had already flown onto the plate on the first eunuch's tray, lying flat without even a wrinkle. The meat slice was intact, not damaged in the slightest.

  The eunuch had already received the instructions, and he didn't dare to be slow. The first piece of meat was naturally presented to the emperor. He hurriedly ran over to deliver it, and was already a bit out of breath. This time, the emperor did not hesitate, stretched out his chopsticks, picked up the thin slice of meat, and without hesitation put it into his mouth. After lightly chewing for a few moments, he suddenly revealed a strange expression.

  Originally, Emperor thought that Qin Yifan's words about the Fan tribe chef were meant to belittle their skills, so he was prepared to force down the thinly sliced meat and lavish praise on it. But unexpectedly, as soon as the thin slice of meat entered his mouth, it brought an indescribable freshness.

  The meat slices were too thin, couldn't withstand a few bites, and seemed to melt in the mouth. Not only was there no fishy smell, but it seemed as if the entire slice of meat had turned into a delicious broth, spreading unparalleled flavor and fully stimulating every taste bud on the tongue. It was different from any exquisite dish I had ever eaten before - a unique fragrance that lingered even after swallowing, leaving an unforgettable aftertaste in the mouth.

  "Good!" The emperor couldn't help but praise three times, his tongue sticking out, and he licked his lips in a very unrefined manner, with an air of not being satisfied yet.

  At this moment, Qin Yifan had already cut many knives. The onlookers were counting loudly beside him: "... twenty-nine... thirty... thirty-one..." Looking at the piece of meat on Lin Qiulü's hand, it seemed that it hadn't thinned out much yet.

  The eunuchs in charge of delivering the meat, lined up and trotted along, like butterflies flitting about, between the seats of the various officials, promptly delivering each piece of sliced raw meat to everyone's table.

  Upon seeing the emperor's appearance, the officials couldn't help but rush to grab the meat slices as soon as they were served. Almost everyone who put a piece in their mouth had an expression on their face that was impossible to describe, a feeling that couldn't be put into words.

  Qin Yifan swung his knife like a precise machine, while Lin Qiulü's outstretched arm had not moved until now, steady and firm. Even with some slight uncontrollable trembling, it did not affect Qin Yifan at all. Every time he swung the knife, he would accurately bring down a complete piece of meat, without any mistakes due to that little bit of trembling.

  The chef and butcher of the Bant tribe couldn't help but take a few more steps forward, observing Qin Yifan's movements even more closely, afraid that they might miss something or not understand it clearly. The counting sound almost didn't stop: "… sixty... sixty-one... sixty-two..."

  At this point, the thickness of the meat block in Lin Qiulü's hand had only decreased by about one-third. Anyone with discerning eyes could almost predict the final result without waiting for it to appear, and the number of meat slices that Qin Yifan could cut out far exceeded 100. In other words, not only was Qin Yifan superior in terms of difficulty, but also in quantity, absolutely dominating the competition. It could be said that they lost very badly, extremely badly.

  As the slices of meat in Lin Qiulü's hand became thinner and thinner, Qin Yifan's difficulty in cutting the meat also increased. However, despite this, people still couldn't see even a hint of hesitation in Qin Yifan's knife-wielding frequency, and he continued to use that uniform knife-wielding rhythm, swinging his arm once, twice, while on the tray held by the eunuchs not far away, a complete piece of meat would always fall off with each swing of Qin Yifan's knife.

  “... one hundred ninety-eight ... one hundred ninety-nine ... two hundred ...” The counting voice grew louder and more people joined in, including the emperor himself. When they passed two hundred, there was another round of cheers.

  Listening to the cheers of people's infatuation, watching Qin Yifan's unaffected movements, the leader of the group also quietly took a few steps forward, getting closer to Qin Yifan, thinking about plans in his heart, quietly waiting for an opportunity.

  Lin Qiulü's hand was left with only a thin layer of meat, almost invisible to the naked eye. She had counted up to 240 and it was about time to reach the end.

  The servant slowly moved forward again, as if wanting to see Qin Yifan's movements up close. However, when he was still two steps away from Qin Yifan, his foot suddenly tripped, as if caught on something, and his entire body crashed towards Qin Yifan.

  At this point, even if he couldn't scare Qin Yifan into losing his grip, he could still disrupt Qin's rhythm with a strong push. Moreover, Fan Shi was very confident in his heart that this was the moment when Qin Yifan would swing his knife. As long as this blow landed, Lin Qiulü's hand would inevitably have to add another bloody mouth. In severe cases, given Qin Yifan's knife-wielding force and the sharpness of the cleaver he saw, it was possible that her entire hand would be chopped off.

  Fei Pu's body suddenly stopped, and under his arm, a powerful support appeared out of nowhere, exerting an enormous force that directly steadied the swaying Fan Shi. Then, in Fan Shi's ear, he heard Qin Yifan's calm and gentle voice: "Your Excellency, be careful, it's slippery here!"

  At this moment, he found that the one supporting him was actually Qin Yifan. The kitchen knife in his right hand did not stop at all, still swinging regularly. His left hand, however, was like a iron clip, holding onto his armpit, with such great force that even if he wanted to struggle, he couldn't move at all.

  What's even more infuriating is that Qin Yifan has a smile on his face, looking at himself calmly, and the knife in his hand keeps swinging, already adding up to ten more. And during this time of swinging the knife, Qin Yifan didn't even glance at the thin piece of flesh on Lin Qiulü's wrist.

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