Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 69, father's explanation
"I had accumulated too many things to say to you, but time was tight, so I had to delete them all from the memo."

"The reason why I appeared this time is that besides saying goodbye, I have something else I want to tell you." Dad opened my bedside table, took out a long box, opened it, and took out a handful of bright light from it. A sharp kitchen knife.

This is the gift that my father made for my mother. My mother gave it to me when I became a chef. Over the years, because kitchen knives have been gradually eliminated by the industry, I have kept it as a collection.

Dad took out the knife and handed it to me, and said in an electronic voice seriously.

"You got this sword..."

"But remember, although I have solved all the troubles, just in case...in case...you remember, always remember, in case someone finds you, no matter what reason, whoever, as long as you talk about the sword, you Be extremely wary of him..."

After saying this sentence, the housekeeping robot possessed by Dad went out with both eyes and fire.

I stared blankly at the robot that was frozen in place because it was turned off, and then looked at the unfamiliar kitchen knife in my hand.

I kept repeating in my mind what my father told me to remember... No matter who it is, as long as it has something to do with swords, you must be vigilant...

Whoever it is... Be vigilant...

be vigilant...very vigilant...

...

...

The fine knife light flashed in my eyes, I couldn't help but rubbed my eyes, and at the same time, I rubbed away the old and trivial memories in my heart.

"Have you figured out where to find the so-called flying sword that you need at the end?" I turned my head and asked the young apprentice.

The young man shook his head, "The whereabouts of the virtual monks are all erratic. It's rare for a mortal like me to meet them. Even if I meet penniless, I don't know how to ask for a sword."

"Then what should you do? You have prepared so much to find her, but you got stuck here in the end."

The young man said calmly, "Let's take one step at a time... I will still help you for the time being, and then I will find a way to find it slowly. I hope I can find some compassionate Bodhisattva who will help me out of my pity."

I sighed, "Oh, unfortunately, I really can't help you."

"If it's cooking, of course I have no problem, but when it comes to things like the monk's flying sword... I only have a kitchen knife."

After I finished speaking, I shook the kitchen knife and threw it on the counter.

The young man smiled, "Speaking of which, if there is really nothing to do in the end, I can only use a kitchen knife to fight those people."

"Stop saying such depressing words..."

"That's all the truth." The young man took two steps forward, picked up the kitchen knife on the counter, weighed it and looked at it.

"By the way, teacher, I've always wanted to ask you, in this era where even ancient kitchens have no place to use them, you still have a kitchen knife, what is the significance of this to you?"

"What the hell does it mean? It doesn't make much sense. This thing is actually a kind of nostalgia for the old and the young abandoned by the times..."

Boom…

Suddenly, a thunderous sound interrupted the words in his mouth.

"This damn weather."

I turned my head to look at the gray cloud outside, stretched out my hand from the front of my forehead and stroked back some thin, cool hair, and couldn't help but curse a curse that people in this era hang on their lips:

"Don't those guys in the past know how to protect the environment? Leave everything to the future, making the future look like hell."

"It's going to rain again today..."

The young man also looked outside, "When the acid rain comes, the bad business will probably become even more deserted."

"It just happened to be a leisurely one." I snorted, and then said to the young man.

"I'll make you a glass of water while I'm free, and I'll teach you a trick."

"Okay, what's the trick? Don't you have any unique skills that you haven't shown at the bottom of the box?"

"Nonsense, before you were just a helper who didn't even pay the tuition fee and asked me to pay the wages. Teaching you that is enough."

"But now that I know about you, it's a bit stingy to hide it. Since you call me teacher so many times, I should show it."

"Please..." the young man stretched out his hand.

I snatched the kitchen knife from his hand, opened the drawer under the counter, and took out a can of chili peppers sealed in a glass jar.

"Do you still have such good things? Is this a real dish?"

"Just look at it..."

I opened the can, cut the peeled pulp into fine pieces, put it in a paper cup, and then took out a new tube of tomato toast, opened the lid, cut the seal with a kitchen knife, and squeezed a little...

Then seasonings such as masala curry, etc., everything was ready and stirred well, and then a glass of water of life was taken from the original faucet of the cooking machine.

Pass it to the young man, "Come and try it..."

The young man took a sip, "Well, it's spicy, but the sour taste combined the dryness, leaving only the refreshment. After the refreshment, it was pushed by Marsala to carry out the second wave of taste feast..."

"This compound taste is simply wonderful." The young man looked at me in surprise and curiosity, "How did you do it?"

"Weren't you watching when I first made it?"

"I've seen it, but it's just a rough look. You can't grasp the details and the heat just by looking at it once, and this happens to be the essence of the dish you made."

"If that's the case, then you should give it a try. Seeing it with your eyes a thousand times is better than seeing it with your hands."

"Give it a try...can I really?"

"Do not talk nonsense."

"Then I'll start..." The young man glanced at me gratefully, then changed places with me, came to the cramped kitchen, took a deep breath and began to operate.

His technique is very proficient, completely following the operation technique I just did, and finished it in a smooth manner, and then handed me the steaming water of life with both hands.

"Teacher, please appreciate it."

"What can I drink? You make it yourself and taste it."

"That's...that's true." The young man smiled awkwardly, took a sip of water, and then Dang even frowned, "No, the spicy taste is too much, and the flavor behind it is completely destroyed."

Then he made it again and tasted it again, "This time it was not stirred too evenly, which caused Marsala to wake up too early..."

“Too much tomato flavor…”

"There's something wrong with the curry..."

"This time I made a mistake on the water of life again..."

...

After repeating this many times, the young man finally adjusted the subtle steps to the most appropriate point, and made a perfect glass of water of life.

"This is the taste, exactly the same as the surprise I drank at the beginning."

"Learning this hand should be more helpful for you to enter the core area." Looking at the young man drinking water with a surprised face, I wiped the sweat from my forehead with twinkling eyes while suppressing the panic in my heart.

"Thank you for your selfless teaching."

"The main reason is that your talent is really good, people can't bear to waste it, and your story has moved me, I hope I can contribute a little bit."

(End of this chapter)