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Chapter 50 Knife Skills

Xu Xiangjin burst out laughing uncontrollably: "Hey, where is the sound of the drum coming from? It's really loud!"

Chen Xiangqin smiled awkwardly, touched his belly and said, "It's my Wu Zang Temple, and the hungry are beating drums!"

A sumptuous breakfast was served on the table, and Xu Lanzhen deliberately put an extra spoonful of thick porridge into her daughter's bowl: "If you're hungry, eat more!"

There were only four of them eating at the dining table, and none of the exploration team came. Chen Xiangqin took the bowl and asked curiously, "Those three guys haven't come to our house for two days, right?"

Xu Xiangqian swallowed the food in his mouth, and replied: "Well, last time they asked your mother to bake a lot of cakes, saying that they will be exploring the surrounding mountains in the next few days, and they don't know when they will come back."

No wonder I didn't see the little white face. It turned out to be like this. Chen Xiangqin put down the chopsticks and went to the old uncle Dong's house after picking up the last mouthful of porridge. When she arrived, the little old man still placed several different spices on the table as usual. : "Girl is here, I changed some for you today, come and smell."

Chen Xiangqin glanced at the things on the table, pursed her lips, and replied impatiently: "I've practiced these many times at home." She can tell the difference.

Old Uncle Dong looked at her with disappointment in his eyes, and said coldly: "Oh? Really? Then I'll come to test you today to see how you're doing at home!"

He covered the other party's eyes with a cloth strip, mixed three different spices together, and asked, "Girl, come and smell it, what's in it?"

Chen Xiangqin took a few deep sniffs, and a numbness came straight to her forehead: "It's pepper... no... it seems a little different!" After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't figure out what it was, so she had no choice but to lift the cloth strip to have a look .

Inside the white porcelain dish, there are green, red, and blue spices. They all look like peppercorns except for their different colors. Chen Xiangqin pulled it twice with his hands and asked in doubt: "Master, are these all peppercorns? "

"The green ones are rattan peppers, the red ones are Zanthoxylum bungeanum peppers, and the green ones are sesame peppers. Although they look similar, there are still some differences in taste."

Old Uncle Dong rolled his eyes and said sarcasticly: "Didn't you just say that you have been practicing all the time, and this is your learning result?"

"Then who knew you would come up with such a question to test me!" Chen Xiangqin was a little unconvinced.

Old Uncle Dong smiled angrily: "Okay, don't you be convinced, then do you want me to give you another chance, if you still can't tell the difference this time, just calm down and practice hard for me, don't be a little bit skillful The tail is up to the sky, girl, with your current tricks, it is not enough for people to see."

The master is angry now, Chen Xiangqin reflected, the last time he showed his hand in the state-run hotel and was praised to the sky, he was really a little proud: "Master, I was wrong, I think too much of myself, I feel that I can rely on my own advantages , without daily practice, I was too complacent."

Old Uncle Dong nodded with satisfaction: "Girl, no matter what skills you learn, you must guard against arrogance and impetuosity. You used to simply distinguish the taste of each spice. Now we have to increase the difficulty. In addition to smelling, you must also be able to see. From now on, I will find a few similar spices every day, and let you distinguish them with your eyes."

"Okay!" Chen Xiangqin thought to herself, in the future, she would memorize the smell of various spices in the space, and learn the characteristics and taste from the little old man. The combination of the two will definitely get twice the result with half the effort. The plan is set, when will the progress of this knife work be scheduled?

"Master, you taught me how to cut shreds last time, when will you let me learn the rest?" She smiled cheekily.

Old Uncle Dong gave her a blank look, and said angrily, "Last time, it was only a guide, not a teaching. Otherwise, I'll take another test in three days. If you can answer all the questions, I'll teach you the lesson." The sword skills of our ancestor!"

He went back to the room and took a book and handed it to Chen Xiangqin. There were four big characters on it - knife skills.

"Here, read this book more when you have free time, don't understand anything in three days' time!"

Chen Xiangqin took the book carefully, and opened the first page, on which was written the word 'Standing'. She felt a sudden thump in her heart, feeling a bad premonition, raised her head and glanced at Master, and the other party really revealed a conspiracy A successful smile, okay!This little old man wants to make himself stand in the name of training!

Old Uncle Dong patted her on the shoulder, held back a smile and said, "Three days later, you have to stand up!" He turned around and left.

Chen Xiangqin was so angry that she stomped her feet on the spot, thinking to herself: "You annoying little old man, this is public revenge!"

At the end of the morning study, she and the master talked about road construction, so starting tomorrow, the cooking training time was changed to after dinner. Chen Xiangqin returned home, walked into the space, and transplanted several kinds of long hair from it. Kuai's vegetables arrived in the backyard, and even poured spiritual spring water for the whole yard.

After all the busy work was done, she lay down comfortably on the bamboo bed under the shade of the tree, and was about to take a nice nap when she heard the courtyard door being pushed open heavily.

"Xiangqin, don't sleep, I just saw Lin Qingguo, he was carried back!"

Not to mention how gossip the Xu family brothers spoke, Xu Xiangqian talked about what he saw just now: "The kid from the Lin family was lifted off the tractor, his face was as white as a ghost, and his eyes stared straight at him. He stared at the sky without saying a word."

Chen Xiangqin shook the cattail fan in his hand and listened with relish.

Xu Xiangjin added: "I heard from the people around me that the doctor said that he can only come back to take care of his illness, and I don't know if he will recover in the future..."

"Okay, okay, the blood is bleeding all over the crotch, what a fart! Anyway, this kid is a coward!"

Xu Xiangjin disagreed with the eldest brother's point of view, and retorted: "It's not a coward, it's a no-brainer!"

"Hahaha--"

Uncle and nephew, you chatted with each other with great energy, while Lin Qingguo, who was being talked about, was expressionless at this moment, lying on the bed with blank eyes, motionless.

"Qingguo, please say something! Don't scare Mom, it's only been a few days, why are you looking like this!" Xu Xiaomei sat by the bed, holding her precious son's hand, crying bitterly.

Lin Youcai squatted by the side smoking a pipe, bowed his head and said nothing. His son became like this because of that stinky woman, Liu Cuihua.

Her mother was crying so much that it made people upset, and her younger brother's lifeless look made her even more angry. Lin Qinglin frowned, pulled her face, and said holding back her anger: "Qingguo, you have to cheer up, our Lin family will have to pay back in the future." rely on you!"

Hearing this, Lin Qingguo, who was originally lifeless, suddenly said something strange: "Depend on me? What do you rely on me? Carry on the family? Huh!" His tone was full of sarcasm and ridicule.

(End of this chapter)