"Isn't it just a matter of pinching the soap out with your fingers?"
When Qin Feng came to the kitchen, the chef inside had already started working, but the vegetables had already been washed, and no one cared what Qin Feng was doing squatting by the sink.
The small piece of soap that the old man threw into the basin had long since dissolved. Qin Feng found another piece of leftover soap from the edge of the pool and threw it into the basin.
Looking at the position of the soap, Qin Feng stretched out his index and middle fingers in a scissor shape, and pinched the small piece of soap. What disappointed him was that the small piece of soap was like a loach, and the tentacles were slippery.
Arrived to the side.
"I still don't believe it!"
After trying for a long time without success, Qin Feng became stubborn and kept stirring his fingers in the basin, but until the small piece of soap was completely dissolved, he could not pick it up even once.
"Qin Feng, what are you doing?"
The fat chef poured the half-cooked rice into a large basin and curiously slapped Qin Feng on the head. The boy had been squatting there for almost half an hour after he came in, and he didn't know what he was tinkering with.
Qin Feng raised a small piece of soap in his hand and said: "Uncle Fatty, it's okay, Master... Lao Xia asked me to find a few small pieces of soap and go back, saying that soapy water is good for watering the vegetable fields."
When the soap is almost gone, the alkalinity will become very low, and the kitchen will often replace it with a whole piece. This accumulates, and there are many soap blocks the size of bottle caps thrown beside the sink.
"There are more than ten yuan over there, you can take them all." The fat chef didn't even look carefully. He poured some oil into the pot, took out two eggs and touched them together. He made a "sniff" sound and smelled the aroma.
From the frying pan it spread throughout the kitchen.
A big shovel was shoveled on the bottom of the pot, and two fried poached eggs fell steadily on the shovel. The fat chef handed the shovel to Qin Feng and said with a smile: "Qin Feng, it's your first day to help the kitchen. Uncle Fat will give it to you."
Eat two whole eggs!”
"Thank you, Uncle Fat. You can teach me how to cook later, so you can sleep more in the morning."
Qin Feng raised his head and took the poached egg with a smile. His eyebrows were very delicate, and his hair had grown a few inches. He looked like a shy child. The staff who worked in the prison did not care about it.
He is a prisoner.
"That's good, your fat uncle likes sleeping the most!" The fat chef burst into laughter, and the more he looked at Qin Feng, the more he liked him.
Inmates help cook. As long as they don't leave the security area of the prison, don't break the rules, go back to sleep at night, and Director Hu Da takes unabashed care, basically no one will bother Qin Feng anymore, and he brings twenty or thirty small pieces of soap.
Qin Feng returned to the courtyard where the old man lived.
"What's the matter, is Kung Fu easy to practice?"
As soon as he walked in, Zai Shi laughed. There are some things that can only be learned by being smart. He first chose to let Qin Feng pick up the soap, also thinking of killing Qin Feng's temper.
Qin Feng shook his head and said, "Master, it's not easy to practice. What's the secret here?"
"Okay, if you don't understand, you know how to ask. Children can be taught." After hearing Qin Feng's words, Zai Shi nodded appreciatively. When leading students, he is not afraid that the students will be stupid, but that they will not ask!
This question is also very learned. Many people are smart and like to study things by themselves. This is certainly an advantage, but from another aspect, it is a detour.
You know, many things in this world have been passed down since ancient times, and they have gathered countless wisdom from the predecessors. If there are ready-made methods and you don't learn them, you have to figure them out yourself. In Zaishi's opinion, that's stupid and you don't know how to adapt.
"Boy, see clearly, I will only demonstrate once!"
He asked Qin Feng to take a basin of water and put it in front of him. Zai Ye threw down eight bottles of soap the size of bottle caps. He stretched out his hands and suddenly looked into the basin. Before Qin Feng could see clearly, Zai Ye Both hands have been taken out.
"Is this...this...really fake?"
Qin Feng suddenly discovered that between the eight fingers of Zaishi's hands, there were actually eight slippery pieces of soap sandwiched between them. With this stretch and exploration, Zaishi not only found the location of the soap, but also clamped them all. came out.
"Qin Feng, there is a book of thieves for thieves. There are twelve characters in it, which are "cover, cut, grab, hit, hook, divide, carry, change, color, hemp, pinch!"
When you can practice all these twelve characters, you will be considered a master of this skill. The move you just made is a pinch. This requires the coordination of eyesight and hand skills. The key is..."
Zai Shi did not hide his secrets, and explained the key points in the "Thieves' Scripture" to Qin Feng one by one. Qin Feng nodded repeatedly. He did not expect that this simple word "steal" contained so much. knowledge.
From the day he became a disciple, Qin Feng's life suddenly became more fulfilling. He had to get up at four o'clock every morning, help the kitchen wash the vegetables, and then go to the vegetable field. He slept two hours less than others every day.
However, after finishing all this work, Qin Feng had plenty of time. Apart from the political and cultural classes that were required to be attended every day, he basically stayed in Zaishi's courtyard and did not go to the dormitory until lights out. sleep.
With Hu Baoguo's support and Qin Feng being very diligent, the work of helping the kitchen grow vegetables was never delayed. The guards in the school basically turned a blind eye, and time passed quickly day by day.
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"Master, why don't you go to the hospital for a checkup?"
It has been more than seven months in the blink of an eye, and the north has also entered the cold winter season. Last month there was a heavy snowfall and a cold air came. Zai Shi, who has always been in good health, fell ill. The old man was unwilling to go to the hospital. He made a prescription himself and asked Hu Baoguo to grab more than 20 pairs of traditional Chinese medicine.
Qin Feng was boiling Chinese medicine for his master at this time, but the medicine jar was not placed on the stove, but was held by Qin Feng with both hands. The water in the medicine jar had completely boiled, and it was making a "gurgling, gurgling" sound. , you can imagine how high the temperature is outside the medicine jar.
Qin Feng is also made of flesh and blood, so naturally he cannot withstand that kind of high temperature.
If you look carefully, you can see that Qin Feng's hands are constantly shaking, and his hands are almost separated from the medicine jar. However, in the trembling that is so fast that it is almost impossible to distinguish with the naked eye, the medicine jar is shaking. It was controlled above the stove without touching the shelf on the stove at all.
"Cough... cough cough..."
Zai Shi, who was lying on the bed, saw Qin Feng decoction the medicine, with a look of relief on his face. After coughing a few times, he said: "Western medicine is very effective, but it is a tiger-wolf medicine that treats the symptoms but not the root cause!"
"Master, you have been coughing for more than half a month. You can't continue like this!"
Qin Feng was talking, but his hands kept moving. He stared at the medicine jar. Suddenly he raised his hands up, grabbed the mouth of the jar with his right hand and tilted it down. He didn't know when there was an extra bowl in his left hand, and he fried the jar. The good Chinese medicine was poured in and allowed to cool for a while before being handed to the master.
"I know for myself whether it will work or not. There will be no problem in surviving this winter."
Zaishi shook his head, reached out to take the Chinese medicine handed over by his apprentice, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, then pointed to the piano in the corner of the room and said: "Play Master Rachmaninoff's "The Third Piano" Concerto"!"
This piano was moved here half a year ago. Although it was a second-hand product and the sound quality was not very accurate, this was a prison. At that time, Director Hu Da was under great pressure to calm down the complaints of the guards.
However, three months later, when Qin Feng fluently played a song at the August 15th party of the correctional facility, this incident was reported to the superior department as a successful case of using music to influence juvenile delinquents. The director actually received a commendation, and the client, Qin Feng, had his sentence reduced by four months.
From then on, the guards ignored the piano sound coming from Old Man Xia's yard. If they didn't listen to it every day, some people would still feel uncomfortable.
Daily piano playing has become a compulsory course for Qin Feng. Sitting in front of the piano, Qin Feng's ten fingers quickly hit the keyboard. The most difficult piano piece in the world to play sounded on Qin Feng's fingertips. Got up.
Although many details are not satisfactory due to the sound quality of the piano itself, the huge and heavy artistic conception of "Piano Concerto No. 3" was vividly interpreted by Qin Feng.
PS: The second update, I had something to do during the day, so I will update a little later, friends, please forgive me, the recommendation vote must still be given to the fat guy!
