Chapter 742: Instead of cutting up the mice, let’s cut up the mutton!
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"Oops! It's crooked again!"
Bernard held the sword in both hands and raised it to his chest, sweating profusely as he cut the mouse. A mouse was 12 centimeters long, not including the tail, and he had to cut it 240 times...
The knife should be vertical, not slanted, not crooked, not slanted. It should not loosen up and slip in the middle of the cut, causing bits of residue to fall off.
But he couldn't complain. After all, the boss could have a better plan, but in order for him to advance, he still spent a huge sum of money to buy a long sword. 500 contribution points!
According to the prevailing exchange price of the Parliament, it is equivalent to 2,000 gold coins!
The food exchanged for 2,000 gold coins was sent to the wilderness, which was enough to feed his tribe for several years. Even if he bought wine, he could buy hundreds of barrels!
It just hit him...
There is no reward but hard work. Bernard tried his best and was sweating profusely, and his arms were covered with tiny beads of sweat.
It was clearly only 20 degrees in the Mage Tower, but Gretel was still not too hot even wearing a jacket. His single-shirt vest was completely soaked with sweat.
After cutting it, I saw that it was all messed up, some were thick and some were thin, and the cross-sections of some pieces were obviously triangular. As for the quantity, 240 pieces or something, I'm sorry, it doesn't exist.
He sighed and was about to sweep those mice into the trash can. Gretel quickly shouted:
"Wait! Leave it! I still want to look at it under the microscope! Come on, take this mouse and cut it up first..."
The one just now was frozen quickly, and this one was quickly drained of water using [Thirst Touch]. What changes were caused by the two magics, and what were the differences under the microscope and CT? He wanted to take a closer look!
"What, we still need to continue cutting up mice..."
Bernard vomited blood.
Then, the first time he struck with the sword, he cut it crookedly on the spot. The previous mouse was frozen and brittle when cut; this one was just dry, and the skin was dry and fluffy, and it broke into pieces when he applied force...
"Uh... I cast the spell too much..." Gretel hurried over to clean up the mess:
"The water is extracted too dry, and the tissue is close to carbonization, making it easier to break... I'll do it again, do it again..."
Really, so formalin dehydration and fixation is more reliable, at least it won’t dehydrate and remove it too much. By the way, when Master Norwood comes back, should we let him prepare the formaldehyde?
He changed three mice, finally found the right casting strength, and produced a dehydrated version of the mouse. Bernard continued to cut, cut, and cut with a grimace, and he was very excited. The level this time was obviously
Not as good as last time.
"Boss, can I stop cutting up the mouse?"
"...Have you exercised enough today?" Gretel was very talkative, staring at the microscope and answering without raising his head:
"Take a break when you've had enough. To practice this, you need to use your body as well as your brain. Think, summarize, remember the feeling of exerting force, and concentrate your energy..."
"No, boss, what I mean is, can I cut it into something else? Even a leg of lamb! It's edible at least!"
"...but the leg of lamb is much bigger than a mouse! The cross-section is so big, is it easy to cut?"
"It's great! It's great!" Bernard nodded vigorously and hit his chin on his chest, almost making a crisp sound:
"That's a leg of lamb! How can it not be cut easily?"
"...Okay, then you can cut the leg of lamb. Clean that sword! Wipe it with alcohol several times!"
"Okay! Boss!"
The barbarian ran away. After a while, the sound of cutting was heard in front of the experimental table.
Gretel: "..."
"Touch the SS, get some big bones, and make a good pot of soup... Tomorrow we will eat hotpot mutton..."
Alas, I don’t know if Bernard can cut enough mutton to eat alone after being busy all day?
But to Gretel's surprise, under the temptation of food, the barbarians exerted 200% of their combat effectiveness.
The tiger's eyes were bright, staring at the frozen leg of lamb in front of him. His shoulders were square and his body was upright, with his back straight and his back straight. His hands were holding the sword tightly, and the veins were no longer exposed and his fingers were bloodless.
Moreover, the spirit is more concentrated, the mind is calm, and the cuts are more stable. There is no such thing as irritability, depression, or frustration of failure.
If the cut is crooked, cut it again. If it slips, cut it again.
"It won't be wasted anyway!" Bernard answered him:
“You can eat it even if it’s cut crookedly, you can eat it even if it’s chopped into small pieces!”
...So for barbarians, only food is the best reward mechanism?
Grete silently cursed. But the next day, when he saw the boiling snow-white bone soup and the plates of thinly sliced frozen lamb legs, these curses rose with the fragrant hot soup.
Climb to the sky and disappear.
"Boss, let's eat!"
"...Wait a minute, how many legs of lamb did you cut last night?"
"Hehe, hehehe..."
Gretel could only say that cutting a leg of lamb is indeed different from cutting a mouse. Look at Bernard's enthusiasm. There are two shelves of mutton plates. You didn't work all night yesterday, right?
Well, when it comes to cutting the mutton for shabu-shabu, how should you cut it? Cut it horizontally or vertically?
No matter what, eating hotpot mutton is important!
He grabbed a plate of meat and poured it down. He watched the bright red mutton quickly turn to gray, curled up, and floated up and down in the bone soup. Well, no hurry, no hurry. You usually need to boil mutton for one minute to adjust the sauce.
There's enough time...
Grete leisurely took a small bowl, poured peanut butter, sesame oil, chopped wild onions, and various sauces he liked, and stirred them up. Alas, there is no soy sauce, let alone oyster sauce. I will find someone else another day.
Want to get rid of the liver?
Bernard is much more heroic than him. A big spoonful of peanut butter, a big spoonful of olive oil, a big spoonful of chili powder, a big spoonful of... It all adds up to a big bowl. Change it to Grete,
Just give him this bowl of sauce and he will be full without eating mutton.
Grete tried hard to look away from the big bowl. It flew out of the mage's hand and formed a large and sparse net. He fished it out of the soup like a fishnet, stuffed it into the bowl and stirred it a little:
"..."
It's over. The mutton is overcooked and tastes numb in your mouth. It has no taste!
"Boss, this mutton is cut too thin, it will be picked up soon..."
While Bernard was talking, he quickly poured down several plates of mutton. His movements were so fast that Gretel felt dizzy, brushing, brushing, brushing, the red mutton in front of him, the white bottom of the plate, the red mutton, the white bottom of the plate,
Turn it over several times.
If I didn't pay attention, I would have thought it was a neon light flashing.
The colander then stretched out. He stirred it easily in the soup pot and brought up a large spoonful of mutton slices, along with the soup, and poured it onto Gretel's plate. The aroma was overflowing.
"Boss, eat!"
...Looking at your proficiency, you couldn’t have secretly cooked a pot during the day, right?
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Today I went to see a doctor with my old man. I only had 2,000 words left at noon. I will try my best to write 4,000 words in the afternoon.
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