C27 (2/2)

I asked, ”Then do you want to borrow it or not?”

”My Frost Blade is a high-grade magic tool. Don't you think cutting meat with it is a waste?”

I waved my hands, looking like I wasn't going to do anything. ”Then forget it. I still have some rations to eat.”

Shentu Po was dumbfounded. ”You're not going to do it?”

I glanced at him. ”What do I do?”

Shentu Po's expression was one of struggle. After a long while, he shyly handed me his silver longblade like a shy daughter-in-law. ”Why don't you try?”

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It's a technical job.

I held the knife and traced the lines of skin along the gossamer cut in the breast of the Frigid Winged Snow Goose. He then removed the entire piece of goose feathers along with the skin. Afterwards, I did the same as before and cut off the fur on the other half of the goose.

In the process, I didn't use a shred of zhenqi. With just the wrist strength and the accuracy of the arm.

Master had said that this was called seeing the real chapter in detail.

When I master this state to an instinct, my sword will be more accurate and more stable.

When I was done, I continued to remove the offal, cut the meat into chunks, and put some water in the wok.

Throughout the entire process, Shentu Po looked at me with a gaze filled with hidden bitterness and heartache. I looked at the frost on my hand and at the grease stains on the frost knife.

I couldn't help but laugh as I sang happily, ”Goose! Goose! Slicing the song with a knife!” Pull up the feathers and pour water over the fire! ”

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About two hours later, the soup boiled and the lid of the pot began to move, overflowing with heat.

Shentu Po swallowed his saliva. ”You should have added two more old mountain ginseng just now.”

I choked, ”Why don't you throw your Purple Danshen in?”

Shentu Po looked left and right, feigning temporary deafness.

I took out a set of chopsticks from my ring and filled a big bowl with snow goose soup for Shentu Po.

Shentu Po looked at the Snow Goose Soup in his hand that was so full that it almost overflowed the bowl. He was so moved that he was about to cry. ”So many soups … I say, can you serve me more meat?”

After Shentu Po finished speaking, he drank half a bowl of the goose soup to make room. Then he roughly scooped a leg of wings and a few pieces of breast meat from the pot with chopsticks.

”Hm!” The meat was tender and juicy, neither greasy nor greasy. It was quite well cooked. ”With a single bite, she's delicate and smooth, her lips are still fragrant.” While eating heartily, Shentu Po did not forget to praise me. ”Brother Shen, your culinary skills are quite excellent.”

I peacefully accepted Shentu Po's praise, but I still humbly said, ”You're too kind. You're too kind.”

Shen Tu Po wolfed down his food. Seeing that I had not moved, he asked curiously, ”What, Brother Shen, you're not going to eat? ”You're welcome. Eat, eat.”

I smiled. This fellow is still too young.

I replied, ”Isn't there only a single set of tableware?” Forget it, you go ahead and eat. I'll just eat it. ”

After he finished speaking, Shentu Po was dumbstruck. I took a spoon and ate from the pot.

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Shentu Po and I sat facing each other, a bonfire lit between us. The surface of the stone was covered with small pieces of flame.

I comfortably stretched my body. This meal was really enjoyable.

I have to say, ever since I started cultivating the Overlord Tactics, not only did my appetite increase, my appetite also increased.

A Frigid Winged Snow Goose, I ate nearly two-thirds by myself.

Of course, if it wasn't for Shentu Po's shamelessness and shamelessness in stealing food from my mouth, I would have eaten even more.

On the other side, Shentu Po let out a sigh of satisfaction. ”Although I don't want to praise you, I have to admit that you're quite good at cooking.”

I picked up a branch from the ground and threw it into the bonfire with a crackling sound.

”Practice makes perfect.”

For some reason, when he said those words … I suddenly thought of life on the Heavenly Mountain, and I thought of my teachers and seniors.

However, Shentu Po did not pursue the matter any further. He only took out a thin booklet from his own storage pouch and tossed it to me.

I looked down and saw the words Rolling Stone Fist transcribed on the cover.

I read it carefully and found that this punch was indeed open and closed; it was masculine and fierce. It was suitable for those with powerful bodies to train with.

I thanked Shentu Po, before putting away the Rolling Stone Fist.

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Two hours later, we were done with our rest. We extinguished the bonfire and continued forward.