Lu Huang shook his head, but he remembered something.

In my own time, some knives could only be used for cutting vegetables and meat. However, if you used them to chop garlic, you would be too harsh on the garlic, and the knife would end up with a broken handle and a broken blade.

In other words, the knife is just stronger than the garlic.

This ancient knife-making technique is not very sophisticated, it should be rather clumsy. So, if I slapped the knife down so rashly, would the handle of the knife break? If I go one step further, I would be in panic at that moment.

, the blade flies out, don't worry if you hurt yourself, it will also hurt Shuangxiu.

No, don’t worry if you hurt yourself, you will also feel pain.

If something bad happens again, if the point where the knife comes out is a little more cunning, will it cut off someone's head immediately?

Thinking of this, Lu Huang couldn't help but shudder in the warm kitchen.

He raised his head to watch Shuangxiu. Shuangxiu saw that Lu Huang's face became a little nervous, and she couldn't help but become nervous.

She carefully asked Lu Huang again: "Master, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with this knife?"

She stared at the broadsword. It was rust-free and the blade still shone coldly. There should be nothing wrong with it.

Lu Huang said: "Shuangxiu, please step back. I'm afraid something might go wrong during the shooting. Safety is very important."

Shuangxiu felt that the young master was too cautious, but she still obeyed. So she took a step back.

Lu Huang had nothing to retreat from and no protective measures, so he just had to be careful. He paid attention to the handle of the knife out of the corner of his eye, and finally struck it with the knife. The knife was of good quality and no accidents occurred.

He claps the knife to create a rhythm: "Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah, pah".

This cucumber photo shoot is definitely not random. Cucumbers also have spirituality. If you shoot in a rhythm, it will feel it.

Don't treat it as an inanimate thing. It will also feel comfortable in the rhythm of your knife. The relaxation brought by its comfort will make the ingredients more delicious.

Lu Huang once heard this said by a gourmet master. At that time, he thought it was very mysterious. Later, when he tasted it carefully, when he was older, he felt that this statement really had that kind of flavor.

It was not only a matter of rhythm, but also of the sequence of parts. Lu Huang patted from the side towards the core, so that every part of the cucumber would receive even force.

Lu Huang carefully took a slice of the cucumber, and then said to Shuangxiu: "Now pickle it with salt. Make sure to soak it in cold water after pickling, so that the taste will be much better when you eat it."

After Lu Huang finished explaining this, he watched Shuangxiu get busy while he himself walked casually in the kitchen with his hands swung around. His hands were a little tired from clapping the big knife before and needed to take a break.

The kitchen seemed a bit messy, but Lu Huang didn't care about that, especially after listening to what Shuangxiu had taught him before. He felt that although the kitchen looked messy, and even some places were dirty, it was worse than the offerings.

The hall of a high temple of a god may not necessarily be much less sacred. After all, this is the place where almost all vitality of life comes from.

As the old saying goes, people are like iron rice or steel. If you don't eat for a day, you will be hungry!

From this perspective, gods and Buddhas are incomparable. At least you won’t be hungry if you don’t worship Buddha for a day.

Lu Huang turned around and saw that Shuangxiu had already finished the pickled cucumbers.

Lu Huang took Shuangxiu and left the kitchen.

Back in his room, Lu Huang took out the paper and asked Shuangxiu to practice the ink. He was going to practice calligraphy. There are always benefits to practicing calligraphy.

Although he has a plan in mind, he is a careful person and always thinks that having two plans in hand is safer than having one plan in hand.

If you can't do three burrows, at least two burrows are good.

When I get tired of practicing, I feel that it is much more difficult than practicing hard pen writing. It is strenuous.

Since you are struggling, just eat more during lunch.

At noon, looking at the abbot before the meal, Lu Huang felt that the food at home was really luxurious.

From his perspective as a certified expert, some dishes are of good quality, and some are just as good as Dianping’s, but home-cooked dishes just have the same taste, and you don’t need any advanced skills to make them casually.

It's quite delicious when made.

For example, when frying eggs, they are stir-fried quickly with high heat. There is not much difference between chefs and ordinary people, but they are very fragrant when fried. This is because of the eggs themselves. Therefore, some dishes are mainly

The ingredients are too strong, and the ingredients will cover up the technique.

Just like when a two-meter-tall person plays basketball, his height sometimes plays a decisive role, but on the contrary, his so-called basketball skills are not that important.

After Lu Huang waited for all the dishes and soup to be served, he glanced over, and then started to pick up the chopsticks. In the past, when Mr. Lu was here, of course Mr. Lu was the first one to use the chopsticks. If he didn't move, no one could do it first.

Move, this is one of the Lu family's family rules.

Now that Mr. Lu has returned to the west and has given the responsibility of managing the entire family to Lu Huang, he is the first person who can use chopsticks.

——And this does not depend on the age of the elder.

Seeing Lu shaking his chopsticks, the others also moved their chopsticks one after another.

Lu Li obviously didn't want the dining scene to be as awkward as the last time, so he deliberately found something to say.

He smiled and said to Lu Huang: "It's easy to forget to use these serving chopsticks, but if you get these three pairs of red chopsticks, it will be easy to remind people."

Yes, holding the red chopsticks was what Lu Huang thought of when he was wandering around the kitchen just now and ordered the kitchen waiter to do it.

Lu Huang nodded: "Second uncle, well, this is a very useful detail."

Then Lu Huang also found something to say. He said to the little brother: "You want to take advantage of yourself, but if you can't take advantage of it, I'll help you, big brother!"

The little brother shook his head and said he could do it.

Suddenly the younger brother said loudly: "I saw my elder brother boxing this morning!"

Li Xianxian and Li Gui, who had been eating in silence, reacted, and it was Li Xianxian who reacted: "Huh, boxing is just the Kung Fu of a three-legged cat. If you really meet a trainer, you will be beaten to the ground with teeth!"

Lu Li suddenly heard Li Xianxian's unfriendly and provocative words. He looked nervous and coughed dryly: "Second sister-in-law, if you say that, well, that's not quite right."

Li Xianxian pointed a pair of willow-leaf eyes at Lu Huang. Of course, Lu Huang knew very well that he was provoking him.

I think using serving chopsticks makes the other party very unhappy.

I don't care if you are happy or not.

Lu Huang ignored Li Xianxian. He turned to his little sister and said, "You like meatballs the most. I'll give you one."

Little sister Lu Mei said sweetly: "Thank you, brother."

As the red chopsticks rose and fell, a large meatball fell into Lu Mei's bowl.

Lu Mei couldn't wait to pick it up with her chopsticks, but the meatballs were so slippery that she couldn't pick them up for a while. Looking at Lu Huang like that, she found it funny.

Li Xianxian really wanted to cause trouble, but Lu Huang ignored her and only looked at Lu Mei but not her. She was very discouraged.

Li Gui was also a little regretful. He had discussed with his sister before that he could not let a junior gain prestige casually and had to find a way to regain his place on the public chopsticks.

Li Xianxian played his cards according to plan.

But since the plan couldn't be sold, she obviously had to find another way.

Li Xianxian picked up a piece of fried tofu. Suddenly she seemed to have discovered a new world and screamed: "Oh, there is a mouse dropping here!"

Then she showed it to Li Gui in a decent manner.

Li Gui echoed: "It's really rat shit!"

When Li Xianxian received support from her brother, she immediately said: "It's really a mouse poop that spoiled the dish!"

After that, she poured all the fried tofu dishes on the table.

Yes, just the whole plate. And that dish is what Lu Huang likes to eat.

It's really very targeted.

Of course Lu Huang knew that she was criticizing Sang and Huai, and it is said that women in the world have the longest relationship with them.

Lu Huang remained calm. Facing the opponent's second challenge, he swallowed the rat shit in his opponent's eyes.

Don't care about it.

But Shuangxiu looked nervously at this scene. Compared with yesterday, the scene was much more lively today, but she could also see that it was really dangerous!

I don’t know what will happen next. Will the young master become the public chopsticks in anger?

She observed all this without blinking an eye.

The atmosphere is very weird.

She peeked at the young master, who seemed to be fine.

Could it be that I have become what I said before: the emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuchs are.

The master is not anxious, but the maid is?

Lu Huang continued to eat his food and let the other party criticize him.

Li Gui saw that his sister challenged Lu Huang twice, but Lu Huang didn't respond. He thought that Lu Huang had given up. He thought this was a typical case of Lu Huang wanting to give in and keep himself safe.

So Li Gui made some move under the table and kicked his sister. His sister Li Xianxian immediately understood.

This is to increase the intensity of provocation.

Well, since everything Lu Huang said before has fallen on deaf ears, well, now I will directly challenge his authority and see how he will respond!

Li Xianxian used her own chopsticks to pick up the eggs in the tomato and egg soup. She was not using public chopsticks!

Because of the huge difference in color, it was obvious that she used the wrong chopsticks.

Both children shouted: "Er Niang, you used the wrong chopsticks!"
To be continued...