I'm a Druid at a farmhouse.

Chapter 28 Scheduled Psychiatrist

Liu Kun finally looked directly at Wang Guoming, his eyes filled not with anger at being provoked, but with concern and pity.

"Old Wang, have you been under too much pressure lately?"

As he spoke, he discreetly pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly sent a message to his assistant.

Please help me contact the best psychiatrist in Xiangcheng, quickly.

After sending the message, he looked at Wang Guoming again, his face full of worry.

Wang Guoming completely missed his signal; his chubby finger remained firmly pointing at Song You on the stage.

"What do you think, Master Liu? I'm betting on him, that food delivery guy, to win today's championship."

Liu Kun's facial muscles twitched; he felt that Wang Guoming might be seriously ill.

He's an untrained amateur chef without even a chef's license, and he's also a food delivery driver.

He sighed and decided to play along with his poor friend, considering it an act of kindness.

"Okay, let's bet. You name it, what are we betting on?"

Wang Guoming chuckled, revealing a set of white teeth: "If I win, you have to promise me one thing. Anything is fine, as long as I ask."

Liu Kun raised an eyebrow, starting to make plans in his mind.

He recently had a tricky dinner party that required a capable chef to handle the situation, but he didn't want to owe anyone a favor.

Although Wang Guoming's cooking skills are not as good as mine, his reputation is good enough. It would be perfect to send him on a culinary trip.

"Okay." Liu Kun nodded. "If I win, you have to cook for me once."

"Deal!" Wang Guoming readily agreed, his smile widening.

He looked at the figure on the stage, dressed in a yellow windbreaker, who seemed out of place, and his heart was filled with joy.

Brother Song, you absolutely have to give me a boost! My happiness for the rest of my life depends entirely on you!

At this moment, Song You put down the snakeskin bag, thinking about how to finish the job quickly.

"I'm going to the agricultural supplies market later, I need to hurry back."

"First step: dice the potato strips!"

The host's loud voice brought him back to reality.

The staff quickly placed a stainless steel basin on each contestant's cutting board, containing several round, yellow-fleshed potatoes.

The competition required participants to cut potatoes into even, thin strips within five minutes, then into uniform cubes, and finally score them based on a combination of the uniformity of the finished product and the speed.

Song You picked up a potato and weighed it in his hand.

He closed his eyes and tried to mobilize the natural power within his body.

A faint sense of connection came from beneath my feet.

Sure enough, once he left his farmhouse and was far away from the mountains and reservoir, his strength was greatly weakened.

Fortunately, with the current emphasis on green cities, my druidic abilities still remain.

The roadside trees, the lawn in the square, and the small grove of trees in the park in the distance all provide him with limited energy.

enough.

Song You opened his eyes and gently placed his left hand on the potato.

[Sacred Arts].

A peaceful thought was infused into it, and the potato's tight internal structure seemed to relax instantly.

He picked up the cleaver next to him and slammed his wrist down.

"Swish swish swish—"

He didn't even look at the potatoes; the blade fell, making a series of dense, rhythmic sounds.

The sound wasn't loud, but it struck everyone's heart clearly.

On the judges' panel, Liu Kun was holding a teacup, chatting and laughing with Chairman Liu next to him, without even glancing at Song You.

In his view, the outcome of this round was a foregone conclusion.

Wang Guoming craned his neck, his small eyes wide open, staring intently at Song You's movements.

He saw Song You's hands were as steady as if welded to the cutting board, and the potato slices were cut off quickly, thin as paper, and translucent.

Then, the potato slices were stacked together, and the knife flashed again.

The potato shreds, as thin as hair, are neatly spread out.

Finally, the blade is turned horizontally and quickly sliced ​​across the shredded potatoes.

A pile of potato cubes, almost identical in size and shape, appeared on the cutting board.

The whole process took less than three minutes.

"Ding!"

Song You put down the knife before the bell rang to signal the end of the match.

The entire room fell silent.

All eyes were focused on the pile of potato cubes on his cutting board, which could be described as a work of art.

"Is this something a human could cut out?"

"My goodness, it's even more precise than a machine cut!"

"He cut it with his eyes closed, didn't he? I'm not seeing things, am I?"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

Liu Kun, sitting on the judges' panel, froze, his smile gone. His teacup hovered near his lips, his eyes fixed on the close-up shot on the big screen.

Each potato cube was distinct and uniform in size.

"Ahem!"

Wang Guoming choked on his own saliva before he could catch his breath, but he didn't care. He coughed and winked at Liu Kun.

Liu Kun's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

The first round of scores came out quickly, and Song You unsurprisingly received the highest score of the entire competition.

"Second step: Deboning the chicken!"

The staff placed a prepared Sanhuang chicken on the cutting board.

This stage tests the integrity of deboning and the uniformity of dicing.

Liu Kun's expression turned serious. He stood up from the judges' table, walked to the edge of the stage, crossed his arms, and stared intently at Song You with his sharp eyes.

He wanted to see for himself what this guy was all about.

Song You seemed oblivious to the oppressive gaze directed at him.

He still followed the same procedure.

Place your left hand on the chicken, close your eyes, and silently recite.

The chicken, which had been stiff, seemed to soften a little under his palm.

The next second, the dagger in his hand moved.

The tip of the knife slid precisely into the gap between the bones, and with a deft flick and twist of the wrist, it made a perfect cut.

The joints were easily separated.

Remove the bones and separate the tendons.

His movements were so fast they were dazzling; the knife seemed like an extension of his body, without the slightest hesitation or delay.

In less than three minutes, he removed a complete chicken skeleton, almost devoid of any meat, and placed it on a plate next to him.

On the cutting board was a whole piece of chicken, its bones perfectly removed.

"hiss--"

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Even Liu Kun, who had been appearing calm and collected, suddenly had his pupils shrink.

He knew he could do the same thing as butchering a chicken, but he could never do it so easily and effortlessly, let alone complete it in such a short time.

This is no longer a matter of proficiency.

This is a level of expertise that can only be achieved after having a thorough understanding of the structure of ingredients!

Song You didn't stop. The knife flashed again, and the whole piece of chicken was quickly cut into evenly sized cubes.

"Ding!"

Once again, he finished the race before the bell rang.

Wang Guoming's emotions were like a rollercoaster ride. He excitedly slapped his thigh, and his eyes were full of triumphant pride as he looked at Liu Kun.

Liu Kun's expression was beyond ugly; it was a complex mix of shock, confusion, and a hint of defeat.

He lost.

We lost completely.

Before he could recover from this emotion, the host had already loudly announced the results of the second round.

Song You once again won first place with an overwhelming advantage.

"Next comes our final challenge, the one that will truly test our skills—killing live fish on the spot!"