The best golden pupil

Chapter 1171 The Voice of the Slave

With a suspicious expression on his face, Ning Kun carried a leg of lamb that was as tall as a person, and quietly listened to him pretending to spoil the pure him as much as he wanted.

"Cough cough...!"

Ning Tao coughed dryly, quickly changed the subject, and asked, "Why are you here, kid?"

"Uh!"

Ning Kun rolled his eyes at him angrily, lifted the lamb leg over his head vigorously, and said helplessly, "I am a slave, and this is the busiest place, so naturally I have to help with the cooking."

"By the way, why is big brother here?"

Seeing that the topic came back again, Ning Tao quickly said with a dry smile: "Didn't you say that this place is the busiest? Come here to hone your sword skills when you are idle and bored. It can't obliterate my glory in the past."

"what!"

The people around couldn't bear to watch it any longer, they all despised it, pretending in front of the children, wouldn't your conscience ache?

Whether it's a slave, a cook, or a clansman, they all looked at him with a smile on their face. They've never heard of someone honing their knife skills in the kitchen. Is that a knife for killing people, or a knife for killing pigs?

There are really everyone these days, and the knife skills for killing pigs still need to be honed?What a joke, to return to the glory of the past, could it be that you were a butcher in a butcher shop back then?

Some of the Han family sniffed, sneered with disdain, and pretended to be in front of their masters. Where did this put their face, and some people were instantly unhappy.

Some slaves didn't dare to speak when they heard the words, they just watched all this quietly, because they didn't have any right to speak.

Ning Kun looked angry, his little face flushed, and he held the big leg of lamb tightly with both hands, as if he could smash it out at any time.

As for Ning Tao, with a sneer on his face, some guys always feel that they are superior, and everyone will pay attention to them wherever they stand. Once others steal his limelight, he will become angry from embarrassment.

People like this must not be tolerated!

At this moment, the fat steward walked over with his stomach full, still chewing on the cooked meat, his eyes swept away, everyone shrank their heads in fear, and hurriedly went to do their work again.

However, those members of the Han family were not afraid. They were the masters of the Han family. Whether they were guests or stewards, they were all their subordinates and could be ordered around.

To put it bluntly, it's Ke Qing, but to put it bluntly, it's a dog. As for the steward, although he doesn't seem to have a low status and usually shows a little respect, he's just a bigger dog.

For example, some big shots scolded each other, saying that your dog is uneducated, has no quality, biting people and so on.

Simply put, this is a kind of irony.

Seeing the fat steward glance over, the members of the Han family immediately snorted coldly and threatened: "Fat steward, what kind of slaves are your slaves, and there is even a butcher?"

"A big family like my Han family, how can such dirty people come in, don't be blinded."

Hearing this, the fat steward swallowed the cooked meat, and said calmly: "This is the South Courtyard, not the Han family, and I am in charge of everything here, so it's not your turn to dictate."

"Also, what's wrong with the butcher? What's wrong with your low status? Don't we take care of your daily food and drink? Without us, you can't even take care of yourself."

"Your Han family's generation is all silver wax guns!"

As soon as this remark came out, many slaves were taken aback. The fat steward dared to speak sarcastically. What if the elders of the Han family heard it? It was simply too bold.

Sure enough, those Han family members were very popular. A slightly bigger dog actually dared to bite them back. They are the masters, and this... is simply devouring the master.

I saw a girl from the Han family who said sharply: "You dare to call us useless, you are finished, when I report this matter to the elders, your head will fall to the ground and your body will be separated."

As he said that, he ran away without looking back, as if he really wanted to find an elder to judge, and scolded while running.

Regarding this scene, the fat steward didn't pay any attention to it. Instead, he took a piece of fat meat from the table and stuffed it into his mouth in one gulp, as if he wasn't in a hurry.

Seeing him so indifferent, the rest of the Han family seemed to have been provoked and insulted, and they had already gone to the elders, but they dared to be so crazy, the manager was about to blow up.

I saw the members of the Yihan family trembling: "Okay, okay, you wait for me, when the elder comes, you will all be punished, a group of lowly slaves, all deserve to die."

When the fat steward heard this, he sneered and said, "You lowly slaves? If you didn't have these slaves, you probably wouldn't be able to take care of yourself. All you have...is only the Han family."

"Apart from their humble status, these slaves can be said to be no worse than you in any other way. Even if they have no resources and no way, they can still work hard and be strong."

"Yes, they are slaves, but they are also human beings. You can send a living person, but you must not lose a person's conscience, or you will be punished!"

Hearing these angry reprimands, all the slaves straightened up at the same time, each of them clenched their fists and looked straight at him. The hatred engraved in their hearts was reflected in their eyes at this moment.

Seeing this, those members of the Han family panicked and roared angrily, "What do you want to do? A group of slaves also want to rebel. Just rely on your strength. This is courting death."

"A group of slaves who don't even know how to master the art, don't even know what big means are, they are all a bunch of rubbish."

"Humph!"

Suddenly, a master holding a ladle snorted angrily, and the pot full of boiling hot water was shaken violently by him.

At this time, another lean slave carrying a plate seemed to have started a juggling show, with dozens of oily plates constantly wandering around him without spilling a drop.

"Oh!"

Everyone was shocked, and looked up one after another. It turned out to be a silent Ning Tao. They saw him holding a kitchen knife, and his whole posture changed, gaining momentum, steady, and fierce.

Suddenly, he moved, and the huge long-haired pig was thrown into the air by him. In the next second, the kitchen knife seemed to come alive, hovering like a dragon.

There was no shadow of the knife at all, only a silver light, like a nine-day galaxy, hovering between the heaven and the earth, everyone was dazzled to see, screamed again and again, and there was respect in their eyes.

"Oh!"

After three breaths, the kitchen knife was placed on the wooden pier. There was not a trace of blood on it, it was as smooth as a mirror, shining coldly.

The long-haired pig in mid-air paused for a moment, and then fell down, but the whole piece fell apart, turning into pieces all over the sky and falling, neat and clear.

The fat steward's eyes stared straight. He was the strongest and could see the most clearly. He didn't see exactly how many pieces came out, but the neat pieces that fell were exactly 153 pieces.

You know, there are only 153 bones in a long-haired pig, and the fallen pieces are neat, bone is bone, tendon is tendon, meat is meat, and there is no place where the meat is connected.

It can be said that these 153 neat pieces do not need any complicated and time-consuming processing at all, and they can be put into the pot now, it is as simple as that, because everything that needs to be processed has been processed.

The fat steward was full of admiration, such a terrifying insight, unexpectedly so clear, and that knife skill, he thought he was a guy who walked through the back door, but he didn't expect that he was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

He has been in the Southern Academy for so many years and has rich experience, but now he has been mistaken. It can only be said that this person is a genius.

As for the saber technique just now, let alone surpassing it, it's not bad to be able to see clearly. In three breaths, he didn't see how many knives Ning Tao made, only knew that there were at least a thousand knives.

This person is definitely not a dragon in the pool!
(End of this chapter)