Ning Kun had a suspicious look on his face, carrying a leg of mutton as tall as a person, quietly listening to him pretending to be cool, and trying his best to corrupt the innocent man.

"Ahem...!"

Ning Tao coughed dryly, quickly changed the subject, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Well!"

Ning Kun gave him an annoyed look, raised the leg of lamb above his head, and said helplessly: "I am a slave, and this is the busiest place, so naturally I have to help cook."

"By the way, why is big brother here?"

Seeing that the topic came back, Ning Tao quickly laughed and said: "Didn't you say that this is the busiest place? Come here when you are bored and practice your sword skills. It can't erase my glory in the past."

"Eh!"

People around you can't stand it anymore, and they all look down upon you. If you show off in front of your children, won't your conscience hurt?

Whether they were slaves, cooks, or tribesmen, they all looked at him with a smile. I have never heard of anyone coming to the kitchen to practice their knife skills. Is your knife a killing knife or a pig killing knife?

There are so many people these days. Do you still need to hone your pig-killing skills? What a joke. You still have the glory of the past. Could it be that you were a butcher in a butcher shop back then?

Some Han family members sneered and sneered, pretending to be cool in front of their master. This put their face at risk, and some people were instantly unhappy.

Some slaves did not dare to speak when they heard this and just watched all this quietly because they had no right to speak.

Ning Kun had an angry look on his face, his face flushed red, and he grasped the big leg of lamb tightly with both hands, as if he could smash it out at any time.

As for Ning Tao, he had a sneer on his face. Some guys always feel that they are higher up and attract the attention of thousands of people wherever they stand. Once others steal his limelight, he will become angry with shame.

People like this must never tolerate it!

At this time, the fat steward came over with a full belly, chewing cooked meat in his mouth. With a glance, everyone shrank their heads in fear and went back to their work.

However, those members of the Han family are not afraid. They are the masters of the Han family. Whether they are guests or stewards, they are all their subordinates and can be commanded at their disposal.

To put it nicely, he is a guest, but to put it badly, he is a dog. As for the steward, although he seems to have a high status and is usually a little respectful, he is just a bigger dog.

For example, some big shots are scolding each other, saying that your dog is uncultured, unqualified, and bites people indiscriminately.

Simply put, this is a travesty.

Seeing the fat steward glancing over, the Han family members immediately snorted and threatened: "Fat steward, what kind of slaves are you under? There are butchers?"

"How could such a wealthy family like my Han family have such a dirty person sneak in? Don't be blinded."

After hearing this, the fat steward swallowed the cooked meat and said calmly: "This is the South Courtyard, not the Han family, and I am in charge of everything here. It is not your turn to point fingers."

"Also, what's wrong with the butcher, what's wrong with your low status, aren't we responsible for your daily eating, drinking, and diarrhea? Without us, you can't even take care of yourself."

"Your generation in the Han family are all silver wax guns!"

As soon as these words came out, many slaves were shocked. The fat steward actually dared to speak sarcastically. What if the Han family and the elders heard it? It was simply too bold.

Sure enough, those Han families were so popular that a slightly larger dog actually dared to bite them. They were the masters, and this... was simply master-eating.

I saw a girl from the Han family, saying sharply: "You dare to call us useless, you are finished. When I report this to the elders, your head will fall to the ground and your body will be separated."

After saying that, he ran away without looking back, as if he really wanted to find an elder for comment, and even scolded him as he ran.

The fat steward ignored this scene. Instead, he took a piece of medium-ripe fat meat from the table and stuffed it directly into his mouth, as if he wasn't in any hurry.

Seeing him being so indifferent, the remaining members of the Han family seemed to have been provoked and insulted. They had already gone to the elders to find out how dare they be so crazy. This steward was about to explode.

I saw a member of the Han family trembling and saying: "Okay, okay, just wait for me. When the elders come, you will all be punished. A bunch of lowly slaves, all deserve to die."

When the fat steward heard this, he sneered and said, "Despicable slaves? Without these slaves, you might not be able to take care of yourself. All you have...is just the Han family."

"Except for their humble status, these slaves are no worse than you in any other respect. Even if they have no resources or Taoism, they can still work hard and be strong."

"Yes, they are slaves, but they are also human beings, living people. You can send them around, but you must not lose their conscience, otherwise they will be repaid!"

Upon hearing this angry rebuke, all the slaves straightened up in unison, clenching their fists and looking directly at each other. The hatred engraved in their hearts was reflected in their eyes at this moment.

When the Han family members saw this, they looked panicked and shouted angrily: "You...what do you want to do? A group of slaves also want to rebel. Based on your strength, you are seeking death."

"A group of slaves who don't even know the secrets and don't know what big tricks are. They are all a bunch of rubbish."

"snort!"

Suddenly, a chef holding a spoon roared angrily, and the pot full of boiling hot water was shaken violently by him, and the inside was turbulent, but not a single splash was made.

At this time, another lean slave carrying plates seemed to be performing a juggling act, with dozens of oily plates constantly moving around him, but not a drop was spilled.

"Bang!"

Everyone was startled and looked up one after another. It turned out to be a silent Ning Tao. He was holding a kitchen knife in his hand. His whole aura changed. He was gaining momentum, steady and fierce.

Suddenly, he moved, and the huge long-haired pig was thrown into the air by him. The next second, the kitchen knife seemed to come alive, circling like a swimming dragon.

There was no shadow of the knife at all, only a streak of silver light, like a galaxy in the sky, hovering between the sky and the earth. Everyone was dazzled by it, screamed again and again, and there was respect in their eyes.

"Bang!"

After three breaths, the kitchen knife was placed on the wooden pillar. There was no trace of blood on it, it was as smooth as a mirror and shone with a cold light.

The long-haired pig in mid-air paused for a moment, and then fell down. However, the whole piece fell apart and turned into fragments all over the sky. They fell neatly and clearly with clear bones and flesh.

The fat steward's eyes stared straight. He was the strongest and could see the most clearly. He didn't see exactly how many pieces had fallen out, but the neat pieces that fell were exactly 153 pieces.

You must know that there are only 153 bones in the long-haired pig, and the fallen pieces are neat and tidy. The bones are bones, the tendons are tendons, and the meat is meat. There is no place where the meat is connected.

It can be said that these 153 neatly broken pieces do not require any complicated and time-consuming processing at all. They can be put into the pot now. It is that simple, because everything that needs to be processed has been processed.

The fat steward was filled with admiration, what a terrifying insight, so clear, and his sword skills. I thought he was a backdoor guy, but he didn't expect that he was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

He has been in Nanyuan for so many years and has rich experience, but now he has made a mistake. I can only say that this person is a genius.

As for the sword technique just now, he could see it clearly, not to mention surpassing it. In three breaths, he didn't see how many swords Ning Tao had fired, he only knew that there were at least a thousand swords.
Chapter completed!