Skill Maker

No one can tell what the future holds!

For Jiang He, whether it's bloody vertical eyes or unparalleled sword skills, life will continue!

Those who should kill chickens have to kill chickens!

Jiang He's restaurant serves sliced ​​noodles for breakfast. His father didn't come home, so Jiang He could only do it himself, killing chickens and making soup.

It's just that, with Wushuang Daoshu, Jiang He can easily kill chickens with ease.

Killed a chicken again, washed and peeled it clean, put it into a soup pot, put it on the stove, and started to make noodle soup.

This time, killing the chicken did not reactivate the bloody vertical eyes, no hallucinations, and no more skill runes.

After this time, Jiang He discovered that the appearance of the bloody vertical eyes was probably related to his thoughts at that time.

It will only appear when he has a strong thought and wants the bloody vertical eyes to appear.

It seems... this thing is controlled?

This made Jiang He secretly heave a sigh of relief.

Chicken soup was simmering on the stove, Jiang He walked into the kitchen, took out a ball of old flour, mixed it with fresh flour and started to rise.

After working for more than an hour, all the preparations were done, and it was almost seven o'clock in the morning.

Dad isn't home yet, but... the restaurant is opening!

What the hell did the old man do? It's this time, why haven't you come back?

Muttering in his mouth, Jiang He opened the restaurant's rolling gate, ready to open for business.

Jiang He's family restaurant is at the junction of Wenxing Street and Xinjiang Road. Wenxing Street is an old street, and behind it is an urban village.

Today's business is pretty good. Someone came to have breakfast early in the morning.

Boss, here is a bowl of noodles. Two taels of beef noodles.

A middle-aged man walked into the restaurant, sat down at a table, and called out to Jiang He.

okay!

Jiang He agreed, and casually picked up a ball of kneaded dough from the chopping board, picked up a kitchen knife, and walked up to the stove.

Knife-shaved noodles, as the name suggests, are strips of noodles cut out with a knife. Jiang He, who is unparalleled in sword skills, naturally cuts noodles.

On the stove, the boiling water in the pot was tumbling, and the water vapor evaporated.

Jiang He stood by the stove, holding the dough in one hand and the knife in the other. I saw the light of the knife, swish, swish, swish, strips of dough two inches long and two cents wide, flying like snowflakes, falling into the tumbling water pot.

The dough pieces are as thin as paper and soft as cotton. Each piece of dough is uniform in size and thickness, almost exactly the same.

Boiling water three times, noodles out of the pot. Pour it into a bowl, add the boiled chicken broth, and pour the beef stew, and a bowl of beef noodles is ready.

Slow use!

Jiang He brought the beef noodles to the middle-aged man, smiled and nodded, then turned and walked back to the stove.

Is the little boss the cook today? Isn't Lao Jiang here?

The middle-aged man seemed to be a regular customer. When he saw Jiang Heduan noodles coming, he asked casually, picked up his chopsticks and started eating noodles without saying anything.

Huh?

As soon as he stretched out his chopsticks, the middle-aged man noticed the difference. The noodles in the bowl were floating in the noodle soup one by one, as thin as paper and soft as cotton, with a translucent feeling.

Little boss, this knife skill is amazing! Sliced ​​noodles can cut this kind of dough, amazing! Amazing! This skill... is amazing!

The middle-aged man was full of praise, lifted his chopsticks and started eating noodles.

Jiang He's noodle cooking skills can only be said to be average, but the knife skills are excellent, the noodles are sliced ​​extremely thin, soft in the mouth, almost... as smooth as silk.

The taste of the middle-aged man tasted very different from the previous knife-shaved noodles, but he was full of praise.

This 'Knife Wushuang' is really powerful. No matter what kind of knife, as long as it is a knife, it can be used extremely skillfully. With this knife skill, if I get cooking skills in the future, I can make a living with this skill!

Hearing the praise from the middle-aged man, Jiang He was also secretly happy.

Chef is also a high-paying profession! The legendary New East is also a legendary school!

Just as Jiang He was thinking wildly, three more people walked in the door.

Three, what do you want to eat...Huh? Dad? Are you back?

Jiang He was about to say hello, when he suddenly saw that among the three people entering the door, the thin, bearded man at the front was his father, Jiang Zhengqiang.

At this moment, Jiang Zhengqiang drooped his head, looking dejected. When walking, the footsteps are still a little staggering, which seems very unnatural.

Behind Jiang Zhengqiang followed two young men.

One is a bald and strong man with a full beard, and the other is tall and thin, but has long hair with a very artistic ponytail.

Jiang He glanced at the two of them, he didn't know them at all, he didn't know where his father brought them back as friends, but he didn't pay much attention to them.

Son, I...well, I'm back!

Jiang Zhengqiang looked up at Jiang He who was busy by the stove, opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and a look of shame appeared on his face.

Dad, why did you come back at this time? Come on! Come on! I'm not good at cooking noodles, so I still need you to come!

Jiang He didn't pay attention to Jiang Zhengqiang's expression, and hurriedly called his father over to be the chef.

Cooking noodles? And cooking naughty noodles?

At this time, the bald man following Jiang Zhengqiang suddenly roared and kicked the table in front of the middle-aged customer with a bang.

With a crash, the noodle bowl was shattered and the soup flowed all over the floor.

Ah You……

The middle-aged man who was eating noodles screamed in fright, completely confused about the situation!

Get out! Get out!

At the same time, the tall and thin ponytail next to him, holding a bench, hit the ground heavily, pointed at the middle-aged man and shouted, Get out! There is no business here!

Seeing that the situation was not good, the middle-aged man quickly turned around and ran away without answering!

Hey! Big brother! Two big brothers! You have something to say! You have something to say! Stop smashing things!

Jiang Zhengqiang was panicked and anxious, and quickly stopped in front of the bald man, trying to stop him, Brother, brother, I have something to say. My son has a bad temper, please don't be like this...

Your son has a bad temper?

The bald man snorted coldly in disdain, raised his foot, kicked Jiang Zhengqiang, and let out a wanton laugh, Haha! My temper is even worse!

Ouch!

Jiang Zhengqiang was kicked to the ground, his face wrinkled in pain.

Fuck!

Seeing his father being beaten, Jiang He's anger erupted suddenly, he picked up the kitchen knife and rushed out from behind the stove!

Male Gobi! Dare to hit my father? I will hack you to death!

The square-headed kitchen knife was raised high, shining a cold light under the light!

The sharp knife light rolled over like a horse, and slashed down on the bald man!

With a hissing, the bright silver blade sliced ​​through the leather jacket worn by the bald man, the sweater inside the leather jacket, and the autumn clothes that were next to the sweater...

The cold and sharp blade slashed across the skin of the bald man's chest. That icy and cold touch is chilling to the bone!

At this moment, the bald man was completely shocked!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I was...was hacked?

Nima! Where did this fierce man come from? If you don't agree with each other, just draw your knife and chop it off? Who is the mixed society?

Is this still called bad temper? This is obviously ruthless!

The bald man was still in a daze, but Jiang He wasn't in a daze!

How dare you smash my stall? Go to hell!

With a shake of the arm, another sharp knife light shot through the air!

Ah... help! Help! Killed! Killed!

The knife light flashed again, finally awakening the stupefied bald man.

With a shrill scream, the bald-headed strong man burst out with ghosts, cold sweat rolled down his body, he turned around and ran away, hating his parents for losing two legs.

The tall and thin ponytail next to him fell to the ground with a clang, his face turned pale, and he fled in embarrassment as well!

Want to run? I will hack you to death!

With a roar, Jiang He rushed out of the shop with a knife in hand, and chased the two bastards all the way there!

Immediately, the screams and screams of the two bastards rang out from outside the door, like howling ghosts and wolves!

In the shop, only Jiang Zhengqiang was left standing there in a daze, muttering to himself.

I... I have told you a long time ago that my son has a bad temper, you just don't believe it!