Compared to Mu Wanqiu's nervousness, Ichiro Sato, who was sitting in the VIP lounge, felt very relaxed.
He wasn't at all afraid of facing the number one Chinese plate seller.
He knew who was the best at Chinese dish presentation, but he had almost forgotten his name. After all, he had only lost to him a year ago. Who would remember the name of a defeated opponent?
He was in a good mood when he thought about how he would be able to prove to the world that he was the number one saber technique in the world at the state banquet in Huaxia in a few hours.
He swirled the glass of red wine in his hand calmly and brought it to the tip of his nose to take a deep sniff."1982 is indeed the year with the most rain. Unfortunately, there is good wine but no good ingredients. The food in China is really terrible. I hope I can defeat that Huang Yuan Ming soon so that I can return to China earlier.”
"Sorry to trouble you, Sato. We'll definitely find a good bluefin tuna for you when we return to the country this time.”The person beside Ichiro Sato nodded and bowed.
“no，no，no。”Ichiro Sato put down his wine glass and shook his head gently." Eating to your heart's content is something that boorish people do. In the world of culinary arts, 30% of the spoon work and 70% of the knife work. What I enjoy is the process of finding the best way to cut the ingredients.”
"Yes, Sato is right."
"Alright, although I don't like his sword skills, there's an old Chinese saying that goes,'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you'll never be defeated in a hundred battles.' Go and get me the information on Huang Yuanming's performance in the past year.”Ichiro Sato immediately became serious when he talked about serious matters.
Although he was not inferior to Huang Yuanming, he was only the number one in the world in theory. The state banquet had not yet begun, so he could not let his guard down.
"Alright, Sato."
The computer containing the information was quickly brought over. Huang Yuan Ming had wanted to gain fame over the past year, so he had exposed a lot of information. There were hundreds of videos alone. It was quite a workload to finish reading all of them in just four hours.
"Get the Chinese side to arrange a room for me.”
"Alright."
About ten minutes later, Ichiro Sato arrived at a very quiet lounge.
After closing the door, he turned on his computer and began to read seriously.
"Sigh, you haven't improved at all." Ichiro Sato watched more than a dozen of Huang Yuanming's recent videos in a row. When he saw that Huang Yuanming still needed more than six hours to finish sculpting the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, he shook his head. It was only less than ten minutes faster than last year.
He was also an expert in carving and arranging plates. His Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea only took more than four hours. However, after he saw an epic painting called Along the River During the Qingming Festival in China, he no longer took pride in it. In the past year, he had already tried to carve a map of the big island country!
To carve a piece of tofu or fish into the shape of a map of a big island country, not only did one need to have strong knife skills, but one also needed to be extremely proficient in history, culture, and geography. To him, this was enough to be called the work of a master!
He fast-forwarded it for another hour or so before he turned off the computer.
He only had three words to describe Yuan Ming Huang's knife skills.
He scoffed.
It wasn't that Yuan Ming Huang was ridiculously weak, but in terms of structure, Yuan Ming Huang could only be considered a super chef, not a master chef.
Compared to him, they were on completely different realms.
Walking out of the room, Ichiro Sato suddenly felt very lonely. This feeling of invincibility made him want to get drunk.
"Are there no culinary masters who care about the world and have mountains and rivers? China is such a big country. I'm so disappointed.”Ichiro Sato let out a long sigh and silently went to the lounge. He opened his knife box and looked at the dozens of sharp blades of different sizes inside. His heart became more and more lonely.
Theoretically, it was the number one saber technique in the world.
It was the world's number one saber technique.
So what?
Invincibility was too lonely.
"Sato, the Chinese side is almost done with their preparations. You can start to take your seats now. The Central TV reporters will be coming to interview you later.”
"There's no need. If you can't eat, just go directly.”
"But there's still more than an hour before the dishes are officially served.”
"It's okay. I'm not hungry anymore." Ichiro Sato said.
"Sato, you will be representing Japan to compete with China in sword skills later. That will last for a few hours, and you won't be able to take it.”
"Alright, just bring me some bread. Sigh, there's actually no good sashimi. Chinese people really don't know how to enjoy themselves.”Ichiro Sato shook his head in disappointment.
"Sato, don't worry about them. We'll be entering soon. I'll give you some bread right away.”
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