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Chapter 141 I swear to God(2/2)

Suddenly, I made an evaluation in my heart, 'The big three-pointed meat is eight months old, and I didn't put it clean when I bleed. The meat is pretty good and fresh...'

Yi Chuanzong's eyes lit up suddenly, as if this high-end cooking skills were not as bad as he thought?

An old lady saw that he had no movement, as if she was looking for a touch. She said with a strange look: "Why don't I do it? Isn't your third uncle coming here in a while? Let's chat together, just cut it into slices, and other things are very simple."

"No!"

Yi Chuanzong waved his hand quickly and said, "Auntie, just let me come. I was just thinking about how to cut it!"

An old lady's mouth twitched slightly. How else could she cut it? Put it on the wooden board to cut it! She is really right!

Soon, she believed in this idea even more, because Yi Chuanzong no longer touched the flesh and changed to sharpen the knife!

The seriousness made the aunt's eyelids twitch again. She wanted to speak a little, but after thinking about it, she was not too anxious. It didn't matter if she waited a little.

After a while, the knife was sharpened. A kitchen knife was sharpened with a snow-white edge, with a faint cold breath.

This made an aunt feel a little angry. She advised her: "Then the sect, this knife is too sharp, and you still have to know what you want when you cut it. Otherwise, I'll do it. If you cut your hand, it's not worth it."

Yi Chuanzong grinned and washed it in the basin. He looked at the back of the knife for a few times. Only a faint black line could be seen on the blade, which was not as good as the high-precision titanium alloy knife he had specially polished. The accuracy was also slightly worse, but it must be sharp enough.

"Auntie, don't worry! Let's see if I do it!"

An old lady looked confused. The more she did this, the more she was worried. It depends on her method of holding the knife, not holding the knife handle and holding the back of the knife.

Zeng's knife was like chopping ribs, and the aunt's heart tightened.

Zeng's knife went down again, and an aunt watched the knife press down to her fingertips. Her heart suddenly shivered. This was not good, and the knife was gone so quickly.

Rushly, and with one knife, an aunt's face was full of doubts.

The Yi Chuanzong looked like he was chopping meat stuffing, but he could only see the action of cutting meat and not hear the sound of cutting wooden boards.

It looked quite fierce, but there was not a piece of meat. An aunt could not describe her mood now. She watched the silver-white stream of light passing by in the air. It was a sharp blade, which seemed to be cutting something, but it seemed that she hadn't cut anything.

Fortunately, Yi Chuanzong's hand was constantly moving towards the back.

This is the only place where an aunt feels more comforting, at least she doesn’t have a knife cutter, right?

"Why, why don't I cut this?"

In the end, an aunt didn't want the Yi Chuanzong to continue playing. She can watch the acrobatics tomorrow, and the family is still waiting for dinner!

Hearing the words of an aunt, Yi Chuanzong stopped the movement in his hand, and he had already cut it.

However, he didn't count how many cuts he had cut. He had practiced very little in his swordsmanship. He was afraid of cutting his own hands just now. As long as he consciously controlled it, he could at least ensure his safety.

His Yi Chuanzong is very stable.

He picked up the mutton on the table and said with a smile: "Auntie, I've cut it, don't worry."

Looking at the almost complete mutton piece, the corner of the aunt's mouth twitched and said, "Are you going to let us have a big piece at a time? Then someone will chew it?"

Yi Chuanzong shook his head gently, then grinned, reached out and stuck it on the edge of the mutton cube with a knife, and then showed the side of the knife to the aunt.

An aunt looked closely and then her eyes suddenly became wide open. A piece of mutton slices as thin as a cicada's wings were pressed against the knife. The color looked a bit black, and only the surrounding areas were a little white. The black one was the color of the knife!
Chapter completed!
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