Komatsu's Love Defense

Chapter 132 Different Second Generation

Melk II slowly stood up and walked to the sink. He picked up a basin and gently turned on the faucet. Clear water instantly flowed into the basin.

Melk II took out a grinding stone and carefully soaked it in water, making sure each side was fully wet. After completing these steps, he placed the basin firmly on the table next to the sink.

I stood aside, watching the back of Melk II. I couldn't help but feel respect for him and couldn't help but exclaim, "Mr. Melk, you are really a skilled grinder. Everyone praises your grinding skills!"

Melk II turned around and smiled. He looked at me and explained softly, "Most of them are old customers who have been here since the previous generation."

“The master only deals with people with kitchen knives, so to be honest he has no idea who the client is, and I think he has no interest in knowing who it is…” After saying that, Melk II turned around again and reached out to fish out the grinding stone that had long been soaked in water from the basin.

Crystal clear water droplets quietly slid down the fingertips of Melk II, sparkling with charming luster under the dim light.

Melk II stared at the grinding stone in his hand, revealing an indescribable concentration and passion: "But to be honest, I am very interested in what kind of chef uses such an excellent kitchen knife..."

Melk II gently stroked the surface of the grinding stone, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and murmured, "I was thinking the same thing when I saw Chef Komatsu's broken knife..."

I stared at the back of Melk II, and when he slowly picked up the grinding stone, I felt a strong light emanating from him, and the whole person seemed to have undergone subtle changes.

Melk II turned around, holding the grinding stone steadily with both hands, and a smile appeared on his face: "What kind of person is Chef Komatsu who uses a kitchen knife that he cherishes and injects so much emotion into?"

Melk II slowly placed the grinding stone in his hand on the smooth workbench. The moment the grinding stone touched the workbench, there was a slight "click" sound.

Melk II sat quietly in his seat, turned his head and looked at me, his mouth slightly raised, outlining a faint bitter smile: "Compared with the previous generation, I may still be just a half-baked apprentice. The fact that I care about the user may be evidence that I am not focused enough?"

After hearing what Melk II said, I almost subconsciously retorted: "That's not the case. A kitchen knife will reflect the habits of the user!"

My words are full of sincerity and determination. I believe that the second generation of Melk has his own unique talent and charm. He is not a shadow of his predecessor, but a grinder with his own ideas and style.

Melk II stood quietly in front of the workbench. He slowly raised the kitchen knife to his eyes and examined it attentively: "Master... only cares about pursuing high-quality kitchen knives."

I walked slowly towards Melk II, and when I stood in front of him, I couldn't help but move closer, my eyes fixed on the kitchen knife in his hand.

"This kitchen knife is really beautiful...it doesn't look like it needs to be sharpened at all!" I couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, my eyes full of appreciation.

Melk II did not respond immediately. His eyes were still focused on the kitchen knife in his hand. He saw a small gap on the blade that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Melk II stared at the knife in his hand seriously, his tone was firm and unquestionable: "This knife is the sashimi knife used by the chef of the famous restaurant [Yuqi]. It is a restaurant that needs to handle a lot of delicate special cooking ingredients. A scratch of 1/1000 mm will have a huge impact on cooking."

I listened to Melk II's description, supporting myself on my knees with my hands, and leaned forward slightly to get a closer look at the kitchen knife in his hand.

I looked at the kitchen knife carefully, but I didn't see the scars described by Melk II, which surprised me: "The scars on the kitchen knife are completely invisible to the naked eye..."

Melk II slowly placed the kitchen knife in his hand on the grinding stone. He lowered his head slightly, focused his eyes on the blade and said seriously: "A first-class chef does not rely on his eyes, but on the feeling when handling the ingredients to judge whether there are scars or not."

Melk II lightly touched the kitchen knife, his fingertips sliding slowly across the blade, every movement appearing to be extremely focused and cautious.

"The grinder does not rely on his eyes to grind the kitchen knife, but relies on sound and touch." There seemed to be a dazzling light emanating from the surroundings of Melk II. That light did not come from the outside world, but from the depths of his heart.

Melk II gently picked up the knife and adjusted the angle to ensure that the blade formed a perfect angle with the grindstone. He began to push the knife slowly, and each movement was accompanied by a slight rustling sound. His arm strength was controlled just right, neither too heavy nor too light, to ensure that the blade could be evenly stressed.

I stared intently at every grinding movement of the Melk II. As he continued to grind the knife, the originally subtle sound of the blade rubbing against the grindstone gradually became high-pitched and exciting.

Melk II was concentrating on the grinding work, his eyes fixed on the blade, the muscles in his hands constantly contracting and relaxing as his movements changed. Sweat began to seep out of his forehead, and as his movements intensified, it slowly slid down his cheeks.

Melk II didn't seem to care, just focusing on the blade in his hand, trying to sharpen it. Finally, he stopped grinding, slightly opened his mouth and panted, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his breathing.

I stared at Melk II and could clearly feel how focused he was on his work. Seeing him working so intently reminded me of myself when I was working on difficult dishes.

I was so absorbed in the moment that I forgot everything else, as if the only thing in the world was me and the food in my hands. I was completely absorbed in every detail, feeling the texture and taste of the ingredients, and carefully adjusting the heat and seasoning until the perfect dish was finally presented.

When I came to my senses, I found myself sweating profusely. This feeling was so similar to the state of Melk II now, the kind of exhaustion and satisfaction brought by full dedication.

Beads of sweat were running down Melk II's cheeks. He stared at the already sharpened kitchen knife in his hand, his eyes revealing an indescribable satisfaction and pride.

Melk II gently stroked the blade, feeling the mirror-smooth surface. The corners of his mouth gradually rose, and a bright smile bloomed: "Very good... done!"

I came back to my senses, and was overwhelmed with emotion. I couldn't help but praise Melk II, "Mr. Melk, you know what? I was really moved by the way you were grinding the knives just now. I'm really happy to see the world's best grinding!"

When Melk II heard my praise, he blushed shyly. He looked at me with a smile and said softly, "Is that so... Thank you... Thank you!"

I stood up straight, nodded to Melk II, and said with a hint of regret in my tone: "The grinding speed was too fast just now, and I almost didn't see what happened. I feel it is a loss. I missed the opportunity to learn your superb skills."

Melk II turned his head to look at me, his eyes flashing with concentration, and said with a smile: "Just now... the grinding speed will change according to the quality and purpose of the kitchen knife, the type of whetstone, and people's habits!"

I smiled slightly, with an expectant glint in my eyes, and responded, "Yes, I understand. But even so, I'd still like to know how you do the slow grinding, Mr. Melk."

When Melk II heard what I said, his eyes flashed with excitement. He nodded and said to me in an enthusiastic voice, "Well, of course there is no problem!"

Melk II picked up a kitchen knife again and started a new grinding process. This time, his movements were much slower. I stood aside, concentrating on observing the different second generation!