The sharp edge of the polished kitchen knife continuously fell upon the pork.
It produced the constant 'pa pa' sound of the knife's blade hitting the pork, which then deformed and collided with the chopping board.
The technique was skilled, the arm motion seamless.
[Cooking Experience +1]
[Cooking Experience +1]
[Cooking Experience +1]
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Bit by bit, the experience was rapidly increasing.
The nearly ten-pound piece of pork on the chopping board, from its initial block form, visibly turned into a paste-like consistency.
The previous 'pa pa' sound turned into a 'dong dong' noise of the knife blade penetrating the pork paste and hitting the chopping board.
Despite the overwhelming smell of oil and smoke permeating the entire kitchen.
Despite the anthracite burning in the stoves, with waves of heat flowing.
Lynn did not give up continuing to grind away at his [Cooking] skill experience.
A journey of a hundred miles begins with a single step.
