"Xiao Qi, do you know how to handle a knife?" Ge Mei was surprised.
Ruan Qi shook her head obediently, "No. I haven't really chopped vegetables much, but I often perform surgeries. The scalpel requires precision, so I think I can handle slicing meat finely."
Ge Mei: "..."
She understood the logic, but why did it sound so horrifying?
In the end, Ruan Qi still got the job of slicing the meat.
And she definitely didn't let everyone down. Holding the sharp knife, she sliced the red pork so thinly it was almost translucent. To the naked eye, each slice of meat was unbelievably uniform in thickness.
Everyone was astounded by her skills.
"As expected from Mr. Beilou's direct disciple, those knife skills are amazing!"
"I've always heard that doctors with great medical skills have particularly steady hands, and today I've witnessed it."
"Doctors perform meticulous surgeries, and a shaky hand could mean a patient's life is at risk, so their hands must be steady."
