"You guy's mouth is quite sweet." Lao Liu smiled, and didn't care, and walked into the kitchen and became busy.

Luo Zheng observed the side for a while and found that Lao Liu quickly poured a lot of flour on the countertop, put water, and kneaded it into a dough in a few seconds, weighing about 200 pounds. Lao Liu was as relaxed and comfortable as a child who was just a newborn, but was careful and serious. He easily raised the dough of about 200 pounds and put it down. When the fist of a vinegar bowl squeezed the dough, it was as easy as kneading tofu.

What a great arm strength! So strong endurance! Luo Zheng's face became solemn. He couldn't help but look at Lao Chang who was sitting quietly at the door and sucking water. He was secretly shocked. The kitchen team was so hidden that it seemed that this time was right. Maybe the captain was intentional. Thinking of this, all the unhappiness disappeared.

"Old Chang, do a favor." Lao Liu suddenly shouted.

Lao Chang, who was squatting at the door, stood up, slapped the dust that did not exist on his body, slowly came to the chopping board, took a look at the long dough that had been reconciled, and before Lao Liu could one after another, he had a magical sword in his hand, his eyes condensed, and the sword in his hand suddenly moved.

I saw a flash of sword light. Then I saw that there were countless scratches on the dough. Lao Chang slowly walked away, as if nothing had happened just now. Luo Zhengyi looked closely and was shocked. He saw that nine horizontal lines and nine vertical lines were drawn on the dough, cutting the dough into small pieces, but each piece was the same, the size of a steamed bun, and it would not be discovered without looking carefully. It was so fast, stable, and accurate knife skills.

Under Luo Zheng's stunned gaze, Lao Liu used to put the cut dough in a steamer and steamed it in the pot. Luo Zheng woke up and looked at Lao Chang who was squatting at the door and continued smoking. He made up his mind and walked over quickly, squatting in front of Lao Chang, looking at Lao Chang with a scorching look.

"Are you hungry? I'll give you a mutton hotpot." Lao Chang asked with a smile, unable to see a trace of the temperament of a master, but he looked more enthusiastic.

Luo Zheng knew that such a person had real skills. He pretended to be a master every day and had fake styles. Seeing that Lao Chang was about to get up, he quickly said, "Brother Chang, I want to learn swords."

"Learn the sword? Then learn it. Isn't the army teaching sword skills? The captain's forehand and backhand sword skills are very sharp, so it's best to find him." Lao Chang said with a smile.

"I want to learn from your knife." Luo Zheng said with a firm look on his face.

"My knife? Just cut meat, the kind of steamed buns?" Lao Chang looked at Luo Zheng in surprise and asked back. Seeing Luo Zheng nodding, he couldn't help but smile: "You guy is a bit weird. The soldiers don't learn to kill the knife, but have learned to cut the knife. Why are you planning to go home to open a restaurant after you are discharged from the army?"

"Please teach me." Luo Zheng said with a firm face and his eyes were eager.

"This kid has some eyesight." Lao Liu walked over and said with a smile: "Old Chang, it's time for your finger knife to find a successor. I think this kid is good, treats people modestly, is steady in dealing with things, and is more lazy in his calmness and vision."

"None of these is useful. Which one of the special operations teams is a coward? The key is to rely on perseverance and understanding." Lao Chang retorted unmovedly, then looked at Luo Zheng, and asked with a serious look: "Is it really going to learn?"

"Yes." Luo Zheng said without hesitation.

"Okay, Lao Liu, the chief of our kitchen squad, said that he would not arrange your specific things. Let's do this. You will be responsible for storing firewood in the future. Did you see that row of dry firewood? I cut them all into half a foot long, the size of a matchbox, and can only use military daggers. When will I come to learn the knife when I am ready?" Lao Chang said coldly. After saying that, he picked up the hookah in his hand and walked towards the small house not far away, shouting: "Lao Liu, I want to take a nap, don't call me if you are fine."

Luo Zheng looked at the neatly arranged dry firewood not far away, each of which was as thick as a thigh. It was half a foot long with a military dagger. It was impossible to complete the matchbox in two or three months. It was impossible to do it without rest. Luo Zheng's face was solemn, and he joked: "Boy, you are so lucky. Lao Chang is the first sword of our special operations brigade. He is known as a ghost hand. I don't know how many people he killed with one knife, and the sword technique of one finger is even more easy to use. The special operations brigade does not know how many people he expects to learn swords. Whether he can pass the interview depends on himself."

"Thank you, Brother Liu." Luo Zheng's eyes lit up, and he became firm in his heart. It took only two or three months. If you want to learn how to really have a knife skills, you will definitely not be able to suffer any losses. He immediately said: "Brother Liu, I'm afraid I won't be able to help other things in the kitchen in the future. Please don't be surprised."

"No, no, no, nothing is wrong with both sides." Lao Liu said with a smile, with a look of approval.

Luo Zheng didn't say anything else, pulled out the 65-type army dagger she carried with him, the deputy squad leader's belongings, and said in his heart: "Brothers, bless me." He then strode away, came to the pile of dry firewood, picked up a pile of dry firewood and placed it on the ground, sat on the ground, picked up a piece of dry firewood and thought about it.

The dry firewood is very thick and there are a lot of them. It is definitely not possible to work hard by relying on brute force. We must find a way. Luo Zheng looked at the dry firewood and gradually discovered the texture on the dry firewood. He couldn't help but think: "If you chop along the texture, will it save a lot of effort?"

Thinking of this, Luo Zheng couldn't help but use his knife to slash. The Army dagger was not big and could not leverage the force. He slashed with all his strength. The knife was stuck in the dry wood and could not be taken out. Luo Zheng did not draw the knife brute force, but continued to think about it. His eyes looked at the dry wood up and down. It was indeed easier to split along the texture, but only by force, he was unable to withstand the high-strength splitting action. How to use force?

Thinking of this, Luo Zheng couldn't help but think of the hidden power emphasized in the military fist, that is, concentrating the power of the waist and span on his hand. When a punch hits, the power is not completely released, but hitting a little. This force needs to be recycled. The moment the attack reaches the recovery, a hidden power will be generated. Once this dark power is cultivated, it will be unparalleled. The principle of using force should be similar. It is better to use force than force, and it is better to use force than use force.

Idea is too mysterious. Luo Zheng heard from the instructor when he was in the recruit company that the instructor did not understand it very much. The instructor said it was very vague and general. Luo Zheng still cannot understand it, but he still understands the principle of using force. He was calculating in his mind, and immediately used his strength to his arm, looked at the dry firewood, found the right texture position like the edge of the knife, took a deep breath, and slashed it with a sudden knife.

The Type 65 Army Dagger accurately cut the texture and most of the wood was inserted into it. Although the dry firewood was not split directly, the effect was already very good. Luo Zheng knew that his analysis was correct, so he couldn't help but increase his confidence and split the dry firewood according to the method he figured out.
Chapter completed!