Ball Master Is a Master Chef!

"Heavens, Ball Master, what are you doing? Are you learning to be a master chef during the apocalypse?"

Rainbow Nation: "Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. I think the Ball Master doesn't know how to cook, so he has to learn first."

Chinese woman: "I want to eat Ball Master's dishes."

Ah San: "You dare to eat Ball Master's dishes?"

The Chinese woman said, "The man of the San Nation dares to eat shi*t. Oh right, the man of the San Nation seems to have lost most of their bets just now. Isn't he going to live-stream himself eating sh*t? I want to watch."

"I want to watch."

"I want to watch."

"I want to watch."

The large screen was like a repeater. The group was typing the same words, directly drowning out the man of the San Nation.

"Look, the owner of the ball is starting to look for ingredients."

Shawn came to the cold storage but found only meat, not even a single leaf of vegetable.

Fortunately, he found some air-dried vegetables and his list of ingredients was complete.

This was a high-class restaurant and there was no shortage of salmon.

Shawn took a salmon that weighed more than ten pounds and put it on the chopping board.

Then he took more than ten pork knuckles and put them on the chopping board. There was the sound of rushing water.

After opening the package of dried vegetables, Shawn began to cut them up with a kitchen knife.

At first, he cut them clumsily.

"It seems that the owner of the ball lives a luxurious life. Look at the way he cuts the vegetables. Even a three-year-old could do better than him."

"Your three-year-old is cooking in the kitchen? Show me."

"Eh? It seems much better than before."

Shawn cut the vegetables for a while but the more he cut, the more skilled he became. In the end, he cut the vegetables into neat strips or chunks.

"F*ck, the owner of the ball can't be a master chef, right?"

"Can a master chef jump into the stock market? America is a magical place."

Shawn's techniques became more and more refined. He had a super learning ability. Compared to ordinary people, his comprehension was hundreds of times stronger.

Any ingredient, when it was in his hands, would be handled clumsily at first, then he would become so proficient that it was dazzling.

Everyone on the spaceships around the world was stunned for a moment.

"I want to give Ball Master a baby."

"Ball Master was most definitely a chef before, but he hasn't used a knife for a long time, so he's a little rusty. I'm a chef, so I know what I am talking about."

Shawn then took out a boning knife and began to cut up the salmon.

The cutting of salmon was a meticulous process. Unless you were a master who had several years of skills, one wouldn't even be allowed to touch salmon.

Different chefs had different methods of slicing a salmon, and the scores were also different.

Small rectangular sashimi that was as thin as paper and as wide as a baby's palm had the best texture and taste.

"I predict that the ball owner will cut it up randomly or cut it into ordinary pieces."

However, Shawn once again slapped everyone in the face.

Shawn looked at the salmon's entire body structure from left to right and kept visualizing the overall structure of the salmon in his mind.

He made a small cut on the side of the salmon and used the knife to sense the position of the salmon's bones.

Following that, shua shua shua…

His knife skills were flawless.

With each cut, the thickness of the fish grew more and more consistent. After finding the right technique, he did not stop.

Anonymous chef: "How is this possible..."

"This knife technique..."

Ah San: "This knife technique is just so-so. If it were me, I would have finished it long ago."

"Bullsh*t, what do you know? The salmon meat is firm. Not only does it require a strong knife but it also requires a high level of skill to cut the meat."

"Ordinary people, when they cut this kind of thing for the first time, would cut it into a mess."

"Otherwise, a salmon chef wouldn't earn tens of thousands of yuan."

Shawn's knife skill made all the chefs in the comment section gasp in admiration.

The ordinary people just cursed.

"This is a f*cking chef who trades in stocks."

The officials had already announced Shawn's occupation and resume.

Everyone was shocked.

Pieces of salmon meat were placed neatly on a plate.

Shawn went back to big pork knuckles. He was unfamiliar at first but he soon got the hang of them, shocking everyone.

"There's a problem. Do you think the ball owner is mentally ill? Look at all the salmon he's dealing with. He's dealing with three or four of them. Even after removing the bones, they still weighed more than 20 pounds.

"And the pig knuckle, there's over ten of them. Will he be able to finish everything by himself?"

"You are so clueless. For the ball owner, this is the end of the world. It would be better to make more food than less and store it away."

"I just don't know how good the knife skills are and how it will taste."

Ah San: "It's so late at night and his knife skills are so good. I'm hungry."

"Go eat sh*t!!"

"Go eat sh*t!!"

Soon, Shawn had shaved down all the elbows, cleaned them, and put them into a wok of oil on the stove.

As he picked up a ladle, Shawn frowned.

The wok was very heavy. It was not something that an ordinary person could lift.

Then, Shawn remembered the physics lever.

He pushed the big wok hard and then pulled it rhythmically.

The ingredients in the pot, together with all the juices, turned three hundred and sixty degrees in the air beautifully.

"F*ck, he can even pull such a move."

The sounds of sizzling oil could be heard. It was as if everyone could smell the rich aroma through the screen.

"I want to eat it so badly."

"Judging from the looks of it, the owner of the ball was definitely a master chef before he started trading stocks, and he was no ordinary chef."

Everyone watched as Shawn put in each ingredient, even his timing was perfect.

What everyone didn't know was that he had learned it from reading the recipe.

If a real chef knew that there was someone in the world who could make a delicious dish just by reading a recipe, he would rush into a wall headfirst.

Half an hour later, Shawn had put all ten pork knuckles into the big wok.

Sean kept track of the time in his head.

He took the salmon out of the kitchen and put it on the table outside.

Soon, the braised pork knuckles were ready and he poured it onto a big plate.

Shawn carried the big plate to the front hall and put it on the table.

"What a waste. What a waste."

"How much food can he eat?"

Someone looked sad.

"What do you know? Excessive amounts of food was never a real issue."

"You have to know that the former emperor and empress of China needed 108 dishes at every meal."

"Now, to the Ball Owner, the entire Earth is his. So what if he wastes something? The ball owner is the most handsome and even knows how to cook. I want to have his babies."

The Chinese woman: "The ball master is talented. Is there no one who wants to go back to Earth to save him?"