Taking the materials, washing them, arranging the tools, Xia Chuyi was doing everything seamlessly, making Uncle Baoshan somewhat amazed.
Oh, does this kid really understand culinary arts?
Because of this, Uncle Baoshan suddenly became quite expectant.
After finishing all the preparations, peeling the potatoes, and washing his hands clean, Xia Chuyi started cutting the potatoes into thin strips.
Pressing down on the potato, he brought down the knife, quickly slicing it into pieces, aligned his hands, pressed them flat, and once again the knife went up and down, turning the potato slices into shredded potatoes.
As soon as he finished cutting, using both hands and the knife, he placed the potato strips into a large bowl filled with clean water, which was prepared beforehand.
The potato strips, not much thicker than hair, scattered like flowers.
