"When I was little, I didn't understand my father's thinking. Seeing that my brothers and sisters could go out to play, I had to learn to cook from him in the kitchen. In my heart, I did resent him.
"But now when I think about it, I really want to thank him for teaching me this skill.
"Otherwise, how can I earn money to support my family? Don't you agree?"
Hearing what Mrs. Ye said, Mr. Cen swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth after thinking about it.
"Yes, learning a skill is better than anything else." Veteran General Cen put the kneaded dough aside.
In the yard, Boss Ye and Mu Zheng had already peeled off the deer skin with knives and put it aside, and asked Mrs. Ye to come over and choose the meat.
Mu Zheng took his dagger, which could cut through iron like mud, without any regret, pointed at the meat on the deer and asked, "Sister-in-law, tell me which piece you like. I'll cut wherever you point!"
"With so many people here, we need at least half a deer." Mrs. Ye picked out a few fat and lean parts. "That'll be all. I've already made the porridge. We also have some pickled vegetables. I'll mix the meat filling and when we get here, we can grill it and eat it while it's hot."
Mu Zheng picked out the venison from the several places that Mrs. Ye mentioned.
His dagger was really sharp. It could cut meat just like cutting tofu, which made Boss Ye very jealous.
But Boss Ye knew that such a dagger must be very expensive, and he would not be willing to buy it even if he could afford it.
But it should be okay to borrow it from Mu Zheng and use it for a few times to get a feel for it.
Mu Zheng was also very straightforward. He turned the dagger around and handed it to Boss Ye.
"If Brother Ye likes it, I'll find another one for you later."
Boss Ye tried it a few times and became more and more reluctant to let it go.
When this dagger cuts meat, there is almost no resistance.
Apart from the bones, all the other meat and tendons can be easily cut.
But when he heard Mu Zheng say that, he immediately waved his hand and refused: "No, no, it would be a waste if I use such a good thing."
"How can it be wasted? Even for hunting, you need a good knife." After Mu Zheng finished speaking, he looked at Boss Ye's expression and finally understood his concerns. He smiled and said, "Brother Ye, this dagger is a trophy I collected in the past. We can't buy it here. If there is a chance to go out to fight again in the future, I will help you grab one back."
Boss Ye didn't expect that this dagger had such a great origin.
But he still returned the dagger to Mu Zheng and said, "Then it would be better for you to never fight a war again, and never go to the battlefield again."
Mu Zheng didn't expect that Boss Ye would say this. When he took the dagger, he felt as if his heart was hit by something, and it felt a little sour.
He didn't say anything else, but he kept in mind the fact that he had found a dagger for Boss Ye.
If it weren't for the fact that this dagger of his had some history and it wasn't easy to give it away, he would have definitely given it directly to Boss Ye.
After Boss Ye had his fun using the dagger, he soon stopped thinking about it and went to the kitchen with the venison he had cut off to help chop the meat into stuffing.
Then, amid the rhythmic sound of chopping meat, the sun finally rose above the horizon.
When the sky brightened, everyone in the Ye family, except the children, got up and went out to wash.
After getting along for a long time, everyone knows what they should do without saying anything.
Those who can help can come to the kitchen to help, and those who can’t help can find some work for themselves.
After the venison was chopped, Mr. Cen took the initiative to take on the task of seasoning.
Mrs. Ye didn't think much of it and said with a smile, "Everyone is in for a treat today. Unlike me, the imperial chef, the old man is the real imperial chef."
But it must be said that once an expert takes action, there is nothing left.
The freshly mixed raw venison filling smells delicious after just a few stirs.
Old Cen poked the dough and saw that it was almost done, so he tore off a piece, deftly wrapped a large ball of meat filling, and then placed it on the chopping board and pressed it lightly.
A round, plump meat patty is formed.
After frying until both sides are golden brown, Mr. Cen takes out the meat patties and places them on the chopping board, then cuts them in a cross with a knife, one horizontally and one vertically.
As soon as the crust was broken, the aroma burst out from the meat pie in a very overbearing way.
"This smells so good!" Even Mrs. Ye couldn't help but exclaim.
"Come and have a try!" Old Cen picked up a piece himself and asked Boss Ye, Mrs. Ye and Mu Zheng, who had started working early in the morning, to come and have a try first.
He himself was not in a hurry to eat. He held the meat pie in his hand, but his eyes kept glancing at Mrs. Ye.
Mrs. Ye blew on the hot meat pie in her hand, leaned forward to take a bite, and gasped in shock at how hot it was.
But after tasting it, her expression immediately changed and she looked at the meat pie in her hand thoughtfully.
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