Practicing Beidou carving requires the use of true qi, which further increases the difficulty for the trainer, because the true qi is very unstable, once attached to the ingredients, as long as there is a little carelessness, the ingredients will be destroyed. Therefore, there are very strict requirements for the chef's ability to control the true energy.
Just like practicing knife skills, the system prepared a special kitchen knife for Bu Fang. However, the kitchen knives used for training knife skills were very heavy and made of special metal. The kitchen knife used by the engraver is also specially made.
Bu Fang looked at that generous kitchen knife and felt a little uncomfortable. Shouldn't training carvers use that kind of very small carving knife? What do you mean by giving us a kitchen knife for chopping pork legs
The kitchen knife is not very heavy, but the visual shock really makes Bu Fangsheng unlovable.
Twitching the corner of his mouth, Bu Fang walked into the cupboard and took out a piece of tofu prepared by the system. This is the ingredient for training knife skills. Of course, the tofu this time is not for Bu Fang to test knife skills, but for training carvers.
This tofu was extremely white and exuded heat. A faint fragrance wafted from the tofu. There was no doubt that the quality of this tofu was absolutely high, at least much better than the tofu prepared by Fengxianlou last time.
After taking the thick kitchen knife and facing the tender tofu that was as big as a palm, Bu Fang was in a difficult situation for a while, and didn't know what to do.
When the first cut was made, the soft and tender tofu was smashed in the surge of true energy, and the tofu crumbs were scattered in all directions.
Obviously, the first attempt, failed.
However, Bu Fang was not discouraged, holding this kitchen knife like a pig-chopping knife, Bu Fang didn't plan to succeed the first time, so he continued to take out a piece of tofu from the cupboard without changing his face, and continued to start his carving. worker training.
When it was time for the opening, a thick layer of tofu powder was piled up on the table, and Bu Fang didn't know how many times he had failed.
But growing up from failure, reflecting on failure and finding tricks, this is the most important thing.
True energy poured into the special kitchen knife like a clear stream, and Bu Fang waved the knife as if lifting a weight, delicately cutting and depicting something on the soft tofu with the kitchen knife...
His movements are not very smooth, but at least they are much better than before when he smashed tofu at the first touch.
Gently pulling the kitchen knife, Bu Fang exhaled a long breath, the kitchen knife was spinning in his hand, and he put it down gently after a trick with the knife, and finally completed his first work.
In front of Bu Fang's eyes, some parts of the palm-sized tofu began to fall off slowly, like taking off clothes, revealing the dryness inside.
This is a lotus flower, a lotus flower carved with tofu. The white, tender and thin petals are like paper, almost transparent, and seem to sway and shatter when the wind blows. And it seems that because of the influx of true energy, the surface of this tofu lotus flower seems to have streamers shining, which is particularly eye-catching.
"I still need to practice hard, but after a morning of training, I can finally carve my first work." Bu Fang murmured, and then cleaned up the kitchen and started cooking drunken ribs for Xiao Hei's breakfast.
A busy day has started again.
For three consecutive days, the imperial capital was turbulent, and the situation in the court was constantly changing.
The news of Emperor Changfeng's death has been spread, and the funeral time has also been confirmed. It is scheduled to be three days before the Spring Festival. The funeral of a generation of emperors will definitely be a grand and sensational event.
Even if the crown prince and King Yu are still fighting for the throne, they dare not ignore the funeral of Emperor Changfeng. An empire must take it seriously when it comes to etiquette. This is not just respect for Emperor Changfeng. It is a question of filial piety that tests the Son of Man.
Ji Chengxue, who went to conquer the sects outside the territory, has already begun to return to the imperial capital. The news of the emperor's death finally reached his ears, so Ji Chengxue chose to return to the imperial capital. , not just because of the funeral.
On the rugged mountain road, the crowd of soldiers and horses moved forward slowly. Ji Chengxue, dressed in military uniform, was full of heroism, and walked slowly in the middle of the team. His handsome face had a very serious expression.
And beside Ji Chengxue, a figure wearing a bamboo hat was riding a horse, also walking slowly.
Both of them were silent, and the atmosphere was very awkward and stiff.
When the majestic outline of the imperial capital emerged, Ji Chengxue took a deep breath, and a meaningful light shone in his eyes.
"Are you really planning to go back to the imperial capital?" A hoarse voice came from the mouth of the man in the bamboo hat and reached Ji Chengxue's ears.
"There are only ten days left until the Spring Festival. Father's funeral is three days before the Spring Festival. If I don't come back now, I won't even be able to catch up with Father's funeral." Ji Chengxue said gently.
"But you have to think clearly, once you step into the imperial capital, the crown prince and King Yu may both point their fingers at you... You will be in danger then."
"I have never been safe. Although they don't care about me on the surface, but... I am also a prince after all." Ji Chengxue smiled lightly, turned to look at the man hiding under the bamboo hat, and said, "I It is not safe to enter the emperor, and you are not much better than me in the imperial capital, right... Xiao Yue."
The figure under the bamboo hat gave a chuckle, hoarse and helpless, but after a long time, both of them laughed at each other.
"Speaking of which, I really miss Boss Bu's Bingxin Yuhu wine. I haven't smelled that wine for a long time. I'm really greedy. I really want to drink a dozen jars to my heart's content." Xiao Yue said hoarsely.
The corners of Ji Chengxue's mouth also turned up, and she glanced at Xiao Yue: "A dozen jugs? You're thinking beautifully. Boss Bu sells three jars of wine a day. If you can drink one jug, it's not bad."
Xiao Yue was taken aback for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief.
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Before Ji Chengxue's army entered the imperial capital, there were three figures standing at the mighty gate of the imperial capital.
The leader is a woman wearing a veil. This woman is dressed very casually. The three thousand blue silks are only tied with a thin rope, and there are not many decorations. She is also wearing a loose robe, which makes her figure completely covered up.
Behind the woman stood two figures respectfully. If Bu Fang was here, he would definitely recognize these two people, because they were Tang Yin and Lu Xiaoxiao that Bu Fang had encountered in the wild land.
At this moment, Tang Yin, who was dressed in blue, looked at the woman in the long robe respectfully and fearfully, with a somewhat tangled look on his face.
"Master... Do we really want to go to Senior? Senior is really scary, unfathomable!" Tang Yin said helplessly.
The woman with the veil rolled her eyes, and her eyes fell on Tang Yin. Suddenly, a huge pressure made Tang Yin break out in cold sweat.
This woman's eyes are very beautiful, the eyelashes are long and curved, the corners of her eyes are slightly raised, her skin is fair and supple, just looking at her eyes seems to have a tendency to overwhelm the country.
"Xiao Yinyin, I don't know how powerful the senior you are talking about, but... if you continue to nag in front of me, be careful that I will make you drink a whole can of my special hot sauce!" the woman said, her voice It was quite touching, but what he said made Tang Yin want to cry.
This woman is Tang Yin's master, the third elder of Tianji Sect, Ni Yan, a moody woman!
"Girl, that guy took the Phoenix Blood Grass, right? You shouldn't have lied to me as a teacher?" After glaring at Tang Yin, Ni Yan turned her gaze to Lu Xiaoxiao and said.
Lu Xiaoxiao nodded quickly.
Ni Yan narrowed her beautiful eyes, snorted, and walked towards the imperial capital.
"Dare to take my mother's Phoenix Blood Grass and I heard that you are also a cook... My wife likes to use cooking skills to talk about things! Uh-huh!"
Tang Yin and Lu Xiaoxiao looked at each other, and hurriedly followed.