Wei Wenjie, who was holding the knife, frowned and increased the strength of his hand again, trying to make the knife penetrate the layer of flesh that seemed soft but was actually tough. However, the knife just rubbed against the flesh with difficulty, making a dull friction sound and leaving only some shallow scratches and indentations.
Tian Xiaolan heard the sound and went to see: "Is the knife blunt?"
Wei Wenjie saw that the knife's edge had lost its sharpness and no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge. "It's a bit blunt. Do you have a stone to sharpen it?"
I looked everywhere for the stone, looked behind the door and on the counter, but didn't see any.
Seeing that he still couldn't find it, Tian Xiaolan dropped the garlic in her hand and went to help him look for it.
Wei Wenjie called Tian Xiaolan over: "Xiaolan, come here quickly!"
"Did you find it?"
"Yes, it's just that my hands can't reach it. See if there is a long stick, let's push her out." He tried to get it just now, but he couldn't get it even though his hands were about to break.
Tian Xiaolan also bent down to look and saw the stone he was talking about.
When Xing Yifei came back, he saw Tian Xiaolan's head almost resting on Wei Wenjie's head. He quickly walked over and pulled Tian Xiaolan up: "What are you doing? You look so excited!"
She didn't even hear him come back, and she wasn't even willing to spare a moment to talk to him.
Chen Shaohui was so happy when he saw Tian Xiaolan and Wei Wenjie. He secretly hoped that the boss would see Tian Xiaolan clearly. In just a short while, she could touch the man head to head. She must not be an honest person. Fortunately, the boss did not turn around and could not see his smile.
"What happened to the stone?"
"What kind of stone is so beautiful?"
Tian Xiaolan looked up at him, but she was too close to see the expression on his face. She said to him, "There's a whetstone in there. Go get it out!"
Good guy, only Tian Xiaolan dares to order his boss to do this and that, boss, you must not do it! She must be left alone, otherwise she will dare to do it.
"good."
What, his elder brother agreed so readily?
Unfortunately, Xing Yifei couldn't hear Chen Shaohui's inner monologue. He had already squatted down, his eyes fixed on the gap.
His right hand slowly stretched in, his fingers groping carefully in the narrow space. His eyes were focused and serious. As his fingers continued to go deeper, Xing Yifei's expression became more and more solemn.
He frowned slightly and muttered softly: "It should be here..."
After a while, his fingers touched a hard object and firmly grasped the stone. He exerted a little force with his arms and slowly pulled the stone out.
Because the stone was stuck tightly, he had to use more force, for fear that the stone would slip back if he was not careful.
Tian Xiaolan saw the veins on his arms bulging,
Chen Shaohui said from the side: "Boss, did you touch it?"
The man couldn't touch it, so the boss smashed his face. It's funny to think about it. He also didn't forget to look at Wei Wenjie's face.
Xing Yifei successfully took the stone out of the crevice. Then he stood up, gently patted the dust off his hands, smiled, and handed the stone to Tian Xiaolan.
Tian Xiaolan praised: "Your arms are so long!"
Wei Wenjie didn't expect that he failed to get it and instead Xing Yifei became the center of attention. The jealousy in his heart overflowed like juice, almost corroding his clothes. He couldn't help but clench his back teeth.
"He's so tall, it would be funny if I couldn't touch him."
Chen Shaohui could smell the stench in the air, but Tian Xiaolan took the stone handed to her by Xing Yifei as if nothing had happened and washed it with tap water.
Tian Xiaolan looked at Wei Wenjie and said, "Come and sharpen the kitchen knife!" His face was puffed up, as if he had energy but nowhere to use it.
Wei Wenjie picked up the kitchen knife next to him. The whetstone had been soaked in water. Then he placed the knife flat on the whetstone, pressed the back of the knife from the root of the knife, and pushed the blade rhythmically, again and again. When it was almost sharpened, Wei Wenjie picked up a clean rag and wiped the blade carefully, wiping off the water stains and grinding chips on it.
While he was sharpening the knife, Tian Xiaolan was picking vegetables and washing the cabbage leaves beside him. Fortunately, Xing Yifei bought some bowls so there was space to put the food.
After sharpening the knife, Wei Wenjie was exhausted. He rinsed the knife again and handed it to Xing Yifei, "Use it to cut vegetables!"
"Aren't you very good at it? Why can't you cut it?"
"If you don't want to cut it, forget it."
"Give it to me." Xing Yifei took the knife from his hand.
Wei Wenjie wanted to see how he would make a fool of himself. He didn't believe that he could really cut the meat. The meat was raw and limp.
Xing Yifei held the newly sharpened knife tightly in his right hand, and the blade flashed coldly in the light.
The meat that was once tough and difficult to cut was now as easy as mud under this knife and was cut through easily.
Xing Yifei's hands were flexible and steady, and with every cut, he accurately cut the meat into even slices.
Soon, the meat slices were neatly placed on the plate.
Xing Yifei looked at his own results, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a satisfied smile.
Wei Wenjie was a little surprised that he could cut meat.
Chen Shaohui glanced over with disdain and said arrogantly: "Are you stunned? My boss is definitely better than you!"
Wei Wenjie also said: "If I hadn't sharpened the knife, how could you have cut it so neatly?"
Tian Xiaolan called out to the two of them, "You've all worked hard, so don't compete anymore. Eat more later."
"You heard me? Bring the coal over here and start the fire."
"Okay." Although he was extremely reluctant, he still put the coal in the stove, found some straw and lit it with matches, and it slowly burned.
Tian Xiaolan watched from the side. While Chen Shaohui was making a fire, Xing Yifei cut out the large piece of fat, and then waited for the water in the pot to dry up and start to smoke.
Xing Yifei: "Xiaolan, please go away. I need to work hard."
Yes, in this era, most of the oil is made by ourselves, and we will need it for cooking later. Fortunately, they bought the last piece of fat meat, and the oil can be boiled and used for frying.
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