"You chop; I want to see how good you are."
Mu Shanshan handed the kitchen knife to Lin Fei. She knew Lin Fei had always bragged about his cooking skills, but Mu Shanshan herself didn't quite believe it. She felt that with her inherent talent, even if she chopped vegetables for the first time, it wouldn't be much worse than Lin Fei.
Lin Fei, feeling helpless, thought to himself, "If I don't show you, you'll really think I'm just bragging." He grabbed a radish, steadied the knife in his right hand, and after hovering it on one side of the radish for a few seconds, he swiftly chopped with a rhythmic and orderly 'thump-thump' sound.
Mu Shanshan watched in awe.
Such a scene, she had only seen on TV.
After Lin Fei finished, Mu Shanshan compared her work to his and realized there was no comparison. Hers was a chaotic mess, while Lin Fei's was neat and picturesque.
"How's that?"
Lin Fei proudly stood with his hands on his hips.
