As he said this, he was about to reach out to take the two chickens.
But Sun Zehua didn't give it to her and said, "Let me chop it. It's hard work and it hurts my hands." After that, he took the chicken and went to the kitchen as if he was familiar with it.
Sun Wenhua, who was talking to Qin Yanyan, almost popped his eyes out.
His brother, who had never cooked before, took the initiative to chop the chicken!
The clang-clang-clang sound of chopping chicken came from the kitchen, making Qin Zhichu and the other two's eardrums hurt.
Oh my god, this is going to make me want to break the chopping board!
Qin Zhichu's mouth twitched and he walked over quickly.
Yanyan couldn't help but ask, "Teacher Sun, does Uncle Sun really know how to chop chicken?"
Sun Wenhua said uncertainly: "Maybe, possibly, yes, right?" How difficult could it be to chop it? His brother should be able to do it, right?
In the kitchen, the cutting boards used now are all wooden block-style. Sun Zehua cut a few times with too much force and the blade was directly embedded in the cutting board.
When Qin Zhichu entered, Sun Zehua was about to leave with his sword. His straight suit was stained with some stains, and he looked three parts disheveled and two parts reserved.
When he saw Qin Zhichu, a surge of heat appeared on his face, which usually showed no emotion.
Qin Zhichu looked at the new cutting board at home with fondness. It wasn't very expensive, but it was very heavy and difficult to replace.
"Well, let me do it. I can see you've never cooked before, so you and the other two can just wait outside."
Sun Zehua put down the knife awkwardly: "Then I'll help you wash the vegetables. I can't let you serve us alone."
At the beginning of Qin...what you said makes a lot of sense.
"Then you can help me peel potatoes."
A few minutes later, Qin Zhiya had chopped two chickens, while Sun Zehua, sweat beads on his forehead, peeled a few potatoes until they were only thin sticks.
At the beginning of the Qin Dynasty...
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