Peng Junwei saw his son trembling and seemed to be extremely afraid of him, and a feeling of powerlessness suddenly surged in his heart. So he sighed, said nothing, turned around and left the kitchen.

"A rotten wood cannot be carved..." Peng Junwei threw down an extremely disappointed sigh when he left the kitchen.

"Acai, Brother Bao admires you so much that he actually cut vegetables with a watermelon knife... You know, if I want me to do this, I will definitely be able to kill my master with a crutch. Today is your luck..." Zhang Bao came over with disappointment and patted Peng Bai on the shoulder.

"Cai, give it to you, I'll give it to you in the future. I don't need it anyway. Remember, don't use a watermelon knife to cut vegetables in the future, otherwise your father will beat you to death..." Zhang Bao walked to the kitchen cabinet, pulled out the knife box that Peng Bai secretly used every day, and took it to Peng Bai and said.

"What? Brother Bao, you said this... will be my future?" Peng Bai was extremely shocked. At this moment, he didn't have the heart to consider Zhang Bao's angry and furious manner about his father. His mind was full of strange knives. He had secretly fiddled with this box, but once he was discovered by his father and beaten up. This is why Peng Bai secretly used it.

"This is a cold iron knife. You use it as the main knife. If you have time, you will think about other knives. Now, go and cut carrots. Brother Bao is watching you..." Zhang Bao patted Peng Bai's shoulder and ordered.

At this moment, Peng Bai was stroking the knife in the box like a pity for his lover. Zhang Bao was a little strong and almost didn't shoot Peng Bai to the ground. After hearing Zhang Bao's words, Peng Bai was stunned. Carrots are a very difficult side dish to cut! If you cut them with a kitchen knife, this pot of carrots might have to be cut until tomorrow night, and you will probably be tired and dying.

"Hurry up, there are still many things I haven't done... I don't have time to stand beside you for supervision..." Zhang Bao naturally didn't know what Peng Bai was thinking. However, when he first started to learn cooking, he had torn a carrot for several months before he learned to cut it. He had no hope for Peng Bai. After all, there was nothing to expect from a person who cut vegetables with a watermelon machete.

However, Zhang Bao still looked at Peng Bai with expectant eyes. With Zhang Bao's encouragement, Peng Bai swept the vegetables on the chopping board into the basin, then brought the basin full of carrots to the chopping board, and grabbed a carrot.

Perhaps because he was used to it, Peng Bai bent down and grabbed a dagger from the tool box, then slashed the carrots into two halves, and then the same method was divided into four sections.

Looking at Peng Bai's method of cutting carrots, Zhang Bao felt very depressed. He learned cooking at the age of fifteen and started his studies at the age of twenty. This was the first time in so many years that someone had cut carrots so creatively. What was most confusing was that this person was the son of his master. He really didn't know what to say, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he stood aside.

Peng Bai looked at Zhang Bao, seeing that he did not object, he became bolder immediately. He stabbed the dagger on the chopping board with his left hand, and started to cut pig food with his right hand...

Zhang Baowei, who was standing beside him, couldn't stand it anymore, so he kicked Peng Bai's meat dundo's butt directly. Cutting vegetables like this is really a disgrace to the profession of chefs.

"Ouch!" Peng Bai shouted, jumping for half a meter. This fat man's butt is the most sensitive. Zhang Bao kicked it up, but it was no different from a normal person who was flirting with vagina. He had more flesh and was more sensitive, and hence thick skin relieved the pain.

"What are you doing with your left hand? Is there anyone who cut vegetables like this? Are you not afraid of carrots flying up and blinding your eyes! Cut them well for me..." Zhang Bao shouted angrily. In the first time, Zhang Bao was so angry at Peng Baihai, who had always loved him, and he really couldn't scold him after a few words. After all, this junior brother had no mother when he was born, and it was also very pitiful.

"Oh..." Peng Bai rubbed his butt for a long time, then obediently held the carrot strips with his left hand, and the chopping posture under the kitchen knife obediently changed from chopping to cutting.

The speed of cutting vegetables is really hard to compliment. Look at that look, I glanced for a long time before I cut it down, for fear of accidentally cutting his finger. After cutting it, the sound was humming, as if we had a deep hatred for each other. This difficult cutting method made Zhang Bao angry, and the starving ghost Liufeng on the side shook his head and sighed in his heart: Your Majesty, this is cutting vegetables, this is torture...

At this time, Peng Junwei quietly looked at Peng Bai's cutting vegetables from the front. He was so angry that he snorted twice and turned his head back, but he never looked at it again. He patted his chest in the dining room for a long time before he calmed down his tone just now.

And Peng Bai cut it seriously, and used his snail's method of cutting vegetables and cute carrots to "death struggle".

"Cut it well. If it's not, your father will say that the meal fee will be gone..." Zhang Bao leaned into Peng Bai's ear and said. After saying that, he left the kitchen. This method of cutting vegetables made him really unable to bear it. If he continued to watch, he would not guarantee whether he would grab the kitchen knife and give the master's only son a result.

"Acai, forget it, don't cut radishes, cut vegetables and cucumbers! Hurry up, business is here..." Zhang Bao pushed open the kitchen door and shouted to Peng Bai, who was cutting carrots at the speed of a snail crawling.

"I understand, Brother Bao!" Peng Bai shouted back.

"Cut it quickly, are you cutting vegetables or cutting you in the vegetables?" Peng Junwei saw his son Peng Bai take out two small rapeseed trees and put them on the chopping board, and walked over with crutches and scolded him angrily. Maybe he was too disappointed, and after saying that, he turned around and went out. It seemed that although he didn't care on the surface, he was actually...

"Well, dad, I know." Peng Bai responded repeatedly, and immediately accelerated the speed. After all, vegetables and cucumbers are much easier to cut than carrots. However, Peng Bai was still very careful in cutting, because compared to easy-to-cut cucumbers and cucumbers, fingers are easier to cut.

"Acai, come on..." Liu Feng, the starving ghost, stood beside Peng Bai, shouted gloatingly. He was hit by the green vegetable that Peng Bai threw at him and covered his eyes.

Zhang Bao beat two eggs into a bowl, then added a small amount of salted chopped green onion, and then stirred them quickly with chopsticks.

With a "sniff", the beaten egg juice was poured into the boiling oil and made a sound. An egg fragrance filled the small kitchen with only two stoves and one chopping board.

Peng Bai sucked his nose hard and licked his mouth exaggeratedly. From the early morning to now, he has not yet had half a grain of water in it, and his obese body has long been so hungry that his eyes are blurred.

Two bowls of rice overnight were poured into the disaster. As the stir-frying spoon was turned, the rice and egg fragrance dripped along the corner of her mouth onto the chopping board, where she was still thinking about cutting vegetables, and her eyes were waiting for the big black pot, and her mind was filled with fried rice.
Chapter completed!