The Last Gentleman
Chapter 503: 501: Meat Processing

[Meat],

came from an important daily ritual that the boss had to perform—"Deboning".

After being sifted through, only less than 10% of the prime cuts were selected for use in the kitchen as raw materials.

Once this kind of meat was perfectly blended into the dishes, the quality of the entire dish would soar, scoring high on the difficulty index.

Moreover, when the Circus members consumed it, they resonated with their own phobias, thereby experiencing an intense feeling of satisfaction, a sensation that ordinary ingredients could hardly replace.

But using the boss’s meat was no simple task, even the chief of the Circus had no absolute certainty. As failure at the magical banquet was not allowed, few people would choose the boss’s meat as their ingredient.

Thus, mandatory conditions made the entire kitchen tense up,

and the kitchen, where everyone usually chatted and cooked relaxedly, became oppressive,

Only William, a newcomer who had never seen the boss and had not yet realized the severity of the situation, appeared at ease. He even began reading a book on the chopping board, overturning the already decided dishes to remake them.

As the name implies was the part of the meat that carried the hair, highly active meat, and though superb in flavor, was also hard to control.

"If I stick to my original plan to make Buddha Jumps over the Wall by stewing the whole piece of meat, because its activity is hard to control, not only could the flavor be problematic, but the whole dish could be uncontrollable, and might even explode...I have no other choice!"

William spent an hour committing the precautions for handling the meat to memory, while simultaneously coming up with a whole new production process in his mind,

In order to suppress the activity of the scalp meat, the first thing to do was "Mincing".

When William dropped the constantly wriggling scalp meat into the meat grinder,

However, he had not even started stirring it yet.

Snap! The all-metal grinder exploded outright,

and the metal fragments that splattered were about to shoot out and affect the other members’ dish preparation when,

Buzz! The Ash Eye between his brows suddenly opened, and the spiritual power it released enveloped all the fragments, freezing them in midair before slowly retrieving them.

William was also shocked, "Is this... an ’emergency response’ from the meat block sensing danger? Such a small piece of scalp meat, yet it still has complete neural feedback and so much power, really troublesome."

The cost of the damaged grinder would be deducted from William’s bracelet,

Snap~ William threw the meat piece onto the cutting board,

The mental Full Restraint brought about by the Pupil Skill applied in the process, with little grapes playing a core role.

Crack! The suitcase opened.

William, as if facing a formidable foe, drew the "Black Hand" with the speed of lightning and chopped towards the meat on the cutting board.

Ding! The Hand Axe hit the cutting board, but the meat piece was nowhere to be seen.

The Pupil Skill had no effect, and the meat piece curled and bounced away the instant it sensed danger.

"Phew...that was close!"

Luckily, William reacted fast enough to catch the meat piece in mid-air, as letting it fall to the ground would deduct points, and such unclean actions once occurred would also cast doubt on the quality of the dish.

"Is it this difficult? I don’t believe it! Yellow Skin..."

As William called out, the gentleman’s clothes automatically disengaged from his body and formed a special "cutting board cloth" spread above it.

When the scalp meat was placed back on the cutting board, threads of skin immediately shot out, completely binding the meat,

Under multiple layers of restraint, William began to slice,

each time the axe blade was about to come down, the restrained meat piece would shrink to avoid being cut. The fabric also emitted tearing sounds, and it wouldn’t be long before the gentleman’s clothes would suffer irreversible damage.

At that moment, a voice formed in William’s mind: "William, you’re too conservative! To deal with this kind of thing, you must have the heart of a killer... Close your eyes, let me do it, I am very good at slicing meat."

This time, William accepted the suggestion from some evil presence in his mind.

The moment he closed his eyes, a dense Death Aura surged out, and a twisted smile cracked at the corners of his mouth.

Snap!

The left hand, exuding Death, firmly pressed the scalp meat on the chopping board while iron chains with needle spikes grew at close range, causing pain to disrupt the effectiveness of nerve transmission within the flesh.

The cutting began,

One minute later, when William reopened his eyes, he could no longer feel the existence of his left palm.

On the chopping board,

The "scalp meat" had been evenly sliced, and the fat was separated from the lean parts.

As a consequence, the hand William used to press down was also sliced into pieces,

Seeing such a crazy method and the superb meat-slicing technique, William could only helplessly shake his head.

The meat slices were still active, prone to bounce to the floor at any moment... but it was much better than before.

"Little Grape, the next step is crucial! We need to use your ability."

"What are you going to do?"

"Render pork fat... The kitchen’s heat is clearly insufficient, so that’s when we’ll need your Embers warmth.

Sizzle!

A series of crackling sounds from hot oil explosions and meat impacts spread through the kitchen,

Along with a burst of heat that made many uncomfortable, far exceeding the maximum heat of the kitchen, even higher than an incinerator’s temperature.

In the distance, Mr. Rabbit, feeling slightly uncomfortable from the heat, couldn’t help but wipe the sweat soaked into his tie and tilted his head toward the newcomer in the kitchen,

Watching William struggling to hold down the pot lid,

Looking at the Embers Pupil in his forehead,

"The cursed who stares directly at the firewood?"

Not only him, many others in the kitchen also turned their gaze towards William.

Using the power of the Evil Sun to cook was unprecedented even within the Fear Circus; the lurking shadows in the dark also scurried away as they felt the intense heat.

Chief Timi came closer, offering a warning: "Evil Sun cooking? Don’t set the kitchen on fire, or you’ll have to spend a lifetime here at the circus to repay your debts."

"Don’t worry, I’ll control it," William responded, laboriously, pressing his entire body on the pot lid.

As Chief Timi was about to leave, he suddenly caught a scent he had never smelled before, a pure fragrance of oil... He grew increasingly curious about the dish William was about to make.

The Evil Sun cooking lasted for a full hour before the commotion inside the pot eventually quieted down.

Upon lifting the lid,

The oil debris was perfect; its surface pores aided in ventilation, making it crispy and not greasy.

William then chopped the oil debris into small chunks, mixing them with raw lean meat dices, and added vegetables, seasoning, and the mixed lard to make the "filling."

Next, he tore off the edible skin between his gentleman’s clothes and improved the skin texture based on the original production process of steamed rice roll skins.

A "Chinese delicacy" was gradually being completed by William,

Whether it was rolling out the dough, making and integrating fillings, grinding spices, or preparing the broth, it was distinctly different from the way others cooked,

What William did not know was,

The intense fragrance released from the oil debris was absorbed by the tent and transmitted underground,

A certain hidden, restrained figure behind the hair, upon smelling this scent, started to stir.

"It’s a scent I’ve never experienced before, although still rough; I bet there are more processing steps to come. After all, there are still seven hours until the demonic banquet begins. This is only the beginning.

I can finally experience a different cuisine again. Whose masterpiece could it be?"

Strands of original black hair began to wriggle, carrying the motionless Mysterious character onto an ancient wooden wheelchair. His withered arms, like a long-unmaintained machine, were lifted and slowly slid onto the surface of the wheelchair,

He seemed ready to arrive at the banquet hall early.

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