"Yes."
Satou nodded.
"The difficulty is extremely high. I think it would be better if you changed the material."
Momo kindly reminded him.
In Dragon Chant Residence, his knife skills were considered outstanding among his peers, but even he wouldn't dare to carve ice.
Among all cuisines, Chinese cuisine has the most stringent requirements for knife skills.
Although he had no prejudice against Japanese Chinese cuisine chefs, he was somewhat dismissive of their actual skill, believing it was unlikely to learn advanced Chinese culinary techniques in Japan.
Even if Satou was a student of Far Moon.
Although Far Moon was the number one culinary school in Japan, it certainly couldn't compare to mainland China in teaching Chinese cuisine, and the same went for knife skills.
Even he, a native Chinese cuisine chef, wasn't confident, let alone Satou.
"No need, I think this material is good."
Satou smiled indifferently and said.
With the ingenuity of the Wenqu knife, his current knife skills could already rival China's national masters, and mere ice carving was naturally no challenge.
Seeing Satou's insistence, Momo could only shrug. His reminder was only out of good intentions; if Satou didn't listen, there was nothing he could do.
"Oh? Is your son-in-law planning to do ice carving?"
Ayato, who was sitting in the organizer's section watching the show, couldn't help but exclaim softly when he saw the large block of ice, "I never imagined your son-in-law's knife skills were so profound."
"Haha, right?"
Hojo Head Chef laughed heartily, but he felt a little unsure in his heart, because even he couldn't carve large ice blocks well. Although he had witnessed Satou's cooking level, he didn't know what his knife skills were truly like.
This made him break out in a cold sweat for his favored prospective son-in-law.
"Satou, do you need an ice pick?"
Miyoko Hojo asked. An ice pick was an essential tool for ice carving, because ice blocks were too hard, and ordinary kitchen knives really couldn't cut through them.
"No need."
Satou shook his head. His Wenqu could absolutely cut ice without any problem.
"He doesn't even need an ice pick?"
Momo couldn't help but mutter to himself, for the first time doubting Satou's abilities. Are all Far Moon students at this level? Then this number one school in Japan isn't that great after all!
At this moment, he suddenly felt a blur in his vision, dazzled by something. He instinctively looked towards the source and immediately couldn't tear his eyes away.
He saw Satou holding a small knife in his hand, its blade gleaming brightly, sparkling in the sunlight, a hint of coldness quietly emerging, instantly suppressing the rising cold air from the ice block beside it.
"Good knife!"
Ayato, not far away, also had his eyes light up and blurted out, "I never expected to see such a famous artifact in Japan!"
The surrounding chefs also cast envious glances, their eyes so fervent they could almost melt the solid ice.
As a chef, no one wouldn't want to possess such a kitchen knife.
As soon as Wenqu appeared, it immediately caused a small commotion on the scene. Even the nearby tourists were continuously taking photos of the Wenqu knife.
Satou calmly made a few strokes on the ice block. The solid ice, which originally only an ice pick could cut, immediately had several corners shaved off. In a short while, a rough outline appeared.
Ayato's eyes lit up again, and he praised a second time in stiff Japanese, "Good knife! It's like cutting through mud!"
Momo, at the cooking station next to Satou, also felt a shock in his heart and murmured, "No wonder he doesn't need an ice pick. This knife is enough."
After cutting out the rough outline, Satou put on his gloves and began to draw and sketch on the ice block with a pen.
Ice blocks are very cold; prolonged contact can stiffen the hands and affect performance. As for drawing on the ice beforehand, it's to have a draft ready, otherwise, one wrong cut would completely ruin the ice block.
In contrast, the other chefs had already started working.
Some carved exquisite snow lotus flowers from snow pears, while others carved vivid figures from carrots.
The knife skills of Chinese cuisine are highly ornamental; many culinary masters' knife skill works can be called works of art. Tourists were all amazed, and every chef's station was surrounded by people, continuously taking photos with their cameras.
Tomita Jouji was clearly holding his breath.
He carved on a large pumpkin, and in a short while, he carved out a dragon head. The dragon head was proudly raised upwards, its eyes wide with fury, lifelike. Immediately after, the dragon's body was also carved out, coiled into a ring, with all four limbs, vivid and realistic.
Many foreigners gathered around, exclaiming in surprise, clearly having never seen such exquisite food carving works.
However, in this knife skills demonstration, the most eye-catching was undoubtedly Momo, the authentic Chinese cuisine chef.
He chose watermelon as his carving material, meticulously carving on the watermelon rind. After scraping off the green outer skin, there was a white inner rind, and beneath the inner rind was the red flesh. He was like a painter, using these three colors to create exquisite patterns on the watermelon.
Pavilions, towers, buildings, longevity mountains, ancient pines, white cranes, and immortal elders were all arranged, each exquisitely crafted to the extreme.
This left the foreigners dumbfounded and amazed, never imagining that such magical carving art existed in the world.
Some tourists even expressed on the spot that they wanted to buy it at a high price to take home and collect.
"It seems that the star of this knife skill segment will definitely be Momo."
Hiroshi Tomita sighed sincerely. Although such exquisite food carving works appearing at the event were very eye-catching and made the event more successful, he still felt a bit regretful seeing his son being overshadowed.
"It's too early to say that. We haven't seen Hojo Head Chef's son-in-law's work yet, have we?"
Ayato said humbly. He was full of anticipation for the work Satou was about to present.
In his opinion, a chef who possessed such a famous knife would certainly not be an ordinary person.
"Master Yang, you flatter me."
Hojo Head Chef chuckled dryly. After witnessing Momo's work, he was also a bit unsure about Satou's work.
However, he didn't have high expectations for Satou getting first place; as long as he could surpass that old scoundrel Tomita, he would be satisfied.
Who told that guy to keep mocking him for not having a son?
Just then, Satou finally began to carve.
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