Jiang Fang stared: "What are you doing? Are you not convinced?"
Staring at the kitchen knife without saying a word, what are you imagining?
Duan Jiu came to his senses and put aside his currently unrealistic imagination.
"If your hands don't obey the command, you just need to practice more and it will be fine."
He actually felt sorry for the peeled potatoes.
"Prodigal boy, do you think there are so many potatoes at home for you to squander?" Jiang Fang gave him a handful of chestnuts in disgust: "You can always peel them!"
Duan Jiu stared blankly, remembering the first time he sneaked out of the palace as a child, the first folk food he ate was sugar-fried chestnuts.
But those chestnut shells are cracked and easy to peel, but this chestnut shell is hard and hard to peel.
After thinking about it, he opened his mouth and bit.
He was poked in the forehead again: "You want everyone to eat your saliva? Huh?"
Duan Jiu grabbed a stone and planned to smash it open.
"It has to be a whole chestnut meat! How to make roasted chestnut frog if it's broken into pieces?"
Duan Jiu was dizzy from being poked. When he heard the name of the dish, his anger suddenly disappeared.
"Teach me, you must know how to do it."
Jiang Fang took the kitchen knife and made cross cuts on the chestnut shell, one after another, and soon cut several.
Duan Jiu muttered: "This is not difficult, don't underestimate me."
"The chestnut shell is no better than vegetable meat. It is hard and small, and it is easy to cut your hands."
There was no tool for clamping and fixing chestnuts, so Jiang Fang did it himself.
After all, for a weakling like Duan Jiu, shedding a little blood would be a loss.
Duan Jiu was in a daze, and felt a slight warmth in his heart. The dominatrix would be worried that he would hurt his hand...
No, no, she didn't want him to bleed and dirty the dishes, huh.
Jiang Fang cut and stretched the chestnut, then picked up the potato that he had cut into pieces, and used a kitchen knife to make gestures for a long time.
Duan Jiu snorted, not believing how well the Yasha could cut it, seeing how hesitant she was.
Jiang Fang rolled his eyes at the self-righteous little black tea. The kitchen knife was still not as smooth as the scalpel.
He took out a shiny silver scalpel from his sleeve and after a few cuts, the size of the potato was still the same.
Once she uses a scalpel, she is a complete perfectionist.
Duan Jiu was shocked and picked up the potato skin that fell on the ground. He circled it several times without breaking it at all.
And, it’s as thin as a cicada’s wings!
I don’t know whether it’s Jiang Fang’s dexterous hands or the fact that the potato turned into a spirit and turned around on its own along the blade...
Duan Jiu thought of Jiang Fang's rogue and bully's evil smile: "Should I do it, or should you take it off yourself?"
Tudou spun 360 degrees and died heroically: "I'll do it myself!"
This conversation seems a bit familiar.
Duan Jiu's face turned dark. Wasn't it because the dominatrix disliked her for being dirty and asked him to take a bath?
Duan Jiu threw away the potato skins and peeled the chestnut shells, while he couldn't help but watch Jiang Fang peel the potatoes.
I never knew that such a simple action could be so pleasing to the eye.
Even the big red spot is no longer an eyesore.
"Jiang Fang! Sister Jiang, Sister Fang, I brought the things and gave them to you. You don't have to pay them back!" A heartbreaking howl suddenly came from outside: "Did you hear that? If you don't say anything, I'll pretend you heard it.
!”
After the owner of the donkey cart shouted, he drove the donkey away and ran away.
Maybe Jiang Fang's family has been killed by a ghost, and he is just screaming at the ghost!
When Jiang Fang walked out, he only saw a pile of pots and pans on the ground, of different colors, obviously pieced together.
There are also some oil and salt seasonings, but the guy is very thoughtful.
Well, I will rent his car next time.
The owner of the donkey cart galloped for two miles and sneezed several times.
The villagers knew that it was Jiang Fang who had borrowed the pots and pans, and they all took out one or two without saying a word.
Everyone even has the same line: "Give it to Jiang Fang, you don't have to pay it back."
Because there is no way to survive, this is a proper relic!
Jiang Fang moved all the pots and pans in and sighed: "Our folks in Langtou Village are so enthusiastic."
Jiang Xiaomei felt the same way: "It's better than grandma, and grandma wouldn't give us these."
The pots and pans are here, can the delicious food be far behind?
Duan Jiu worked harder to pick at the chestnut clothes.
This damn chestnut still had a thin layer of skin inside, which was tightly stuck to the chestnut flesh, making him furious when he picked at it.
Jiang Fang continued to dislike it: "It's so ugly because of the gouging."
Luo Huiniang also took a handful. Seeing that Duan Jiu was angry and had a grudge against Banli, she smiled and said, "This is a delicate job, so you have to be patient."
Duan Jiu muttered: "Is it easy for me to eat delicious food?"
Jiang Fang asked Qi Ling to take out the alcohol lamp and beaker, fill it with water and boil it, and then throw in the shelled chestnuts.
Boil it for three to five minutes, take it out and soak it in cold water for a while.
Duan Jiu blinked and saw that the stubborn chestnut clothes began to fall off on their own...
Jiang·Bully·Fang: “Take off!”
Chestnut: "Okay~"
Duan Jiu felt a chill, so he took out the chestnuts and cleaned the chestnut clothes thoroughly.
Just rub it casually and it will fall off, revealing the yellow flesh.
"Mom never knew it could be like this." Luo Huiniang praised: "Ah Fang knows better."
Jiang Fang smiled: "This is called thermal expansion and contraction. This is how the Kongming Lantern rises to the sky."
Jiang Xiaomei asked curiously, and Jiang Fang told her the principle in easy-to-understand terms.
Duan Jiu also listened with great interest. It expanded with heat and contracted with cold. It was interesting.
So, if extreme cold and heat are applied to humans, will the skin and flesh be separated?
The perverted naughty kid was lost in thought when he was suddenly brought back to reality by a "croak" sound.
Those green and skinny things in the basket lost their heads in the blink of an eye, peeling off their skin to reveal their pink and white flesh.
Jiang Fang looked like an emotionless killer, and his skills were so superb that Duan Jiu couldn't move his eyes away, and was so excited that he was trembling for no reason.
This ugly girl had strong swordsmanship and knew some things he had never heard of before, which gave him a lot of inspiration.
Duan Jiu felt that Jiang Fang was qualified to be his executioner.
And this honor is enough to save her life.
The perverted naughty kid still doesn’t know that his thoughts are dangerous.
If Jiang Fang knew what was going on in his little head, he would stop wanting it.
Jiang Fang felt a cluster of inexplicable fiery gazes. He looked up and saw Duan Jiu staring at him with burning eyes... He raised the knife and dropped it.
"You want to come?"
Duan Jiu shook his head, what's the point of killing just a piece of food, not to mention he didn't hesitate to do it himself.
Jiang Fang rolled his eyes: "Then what are you looking at?"
The excitement is written all over your face, and you don’t always expect a delicious bite.
She could only comfort herself that there was a long time to come, and she would try her best to correct it with both sugar and whip.
If you don't expect a pervert to change his mind and become a good person, you just want him to be a human being.
Duan Jiu came over, pointed at the pink and white meat and asked, "What is this?"
"Didn't you say frog?"
Duan Jiu was a little surprised, thinking that the frog was a chicken like a beggar's chicken.
“It’s called a chicken even if it doesn’t have any hair?”
Jiang Fang looked at Duan Jiu in astonishment. Opening his mouth was so mentally retarded, was he trying to trick her?
Duan Jiu smiled kindly at her.
Since it was decided to remove Jiang Fang from the death list and accept her as a subordinate, she would be more pleasing to the eye.
When you are in a good mood, speak gently.
Look, this woman was shocked by his gift.
Duan Jiu continued to smile in an approachable manner and asked: "Then can they lay eggs?"