Concubine Chef Youxi: Lord, Master, stop

Chapter 19 Self-harm
Mi Xiaoye took a deep breath, carefully placed the knife vertically, cut out the thickness according to Su Ziling, slowly lowered the knife, and finally cut out a piece.Repeating the action just now a few more times, there was a howl like a pig being killed in the kitchen.

"Ah!" Mi Xiaoye threw the knife and hopped her feet, tears filled her eyes instantly.The blade was too sharp, and he couldn't use his strength, and soon his hand was cut, and blood flowed out instantly.

The woman in charge in the kitchen was dozing off, when she suddenly heard Mi Xiaoye's shrill cry, she came over to have a look.She saw tears in her eyes, looking at herself helplessly.

Mrs. Gu sighed, stepped up and said, "Miss Mi, I'll give you medicine, come with me."

Mi Xiaoye was sobbing, and followed Mrs. Gu to the small room beside her to apply medicine, wrap up the wound, and return to the kitchen with tears in her eyes.Mrs. Gu persuaded from the side: "Miss Mi, there is no one who does kitchen work without breaking his skin."

"Grandma Gu, tell me, who cuts vegetables with sandbags tied on them." Mi Xiaoye gave Mrs. Gu a helpless look.

"Alas..." Mrs. Gu gave Mi Xiaoye a helpless look.

Mi Xiaoye plucked up her courage again, and was too careful to pick up the knife. Within 5 minutes, she heard an even more tragic cry from the kitchen.

Here, Master Chef Su who is taking a nap (you are so leisurely...) can always hear a strange commotion every once in a while, and some people can't sleep well (deserved...)
When Su Ziling yawned and went to the kitchen, he saw that Mi Xiaoye's hands were thickly wrapped like cocoons, covering ten fingers, and she was grinning and cutting carrots with a knife.

"Mi Xiaoye, what are you doing?" Su Ziling asked angrily.

"Cut radishes." Mi Xiaoye turned her head aggrievedly, stretched out her ten tightly wrapped hands, and said, "Fortunately, it's just cutting radishes. If I cook, I will be wrapped into a mummy."

Su Ziling snorted, "This is the first time I've seen someone who uses a knife so 'superbly'."

"Can you blame me?" Mi Xiaoye retorted, "Although I used to be good at knife skills, but I tied a sandbag, who cut vegetables like this at home."

Su Ziling pointed at Mi Xiaoye with her slender fingers, and said angrily, "How dare you talk back to me? If you can't finish cutting these radishes today, don't sleep!"

After speaking, Su Ziling flicked his sleeves, and walked away gracefully, leaving behind Mi Xiaoye who was squatting on the ground.

Looking at the uneven thickness of the radish on the chopping board, Mi Xiaoye looked at the sky with tears in her eyes: Do I have to cut it until the next century to finish it!
"Grandma Gu, what should I do?" Mi Xiaoye frowned (nonsense, obviously it was Liu Ye's curved eyebrows) and asked with her mouth pursed.

"I can't help it, you cut it slowly."

Mi Xiaoye burst into tears and said, "Before I finish cutting, the radish is already bran."

Although Mi Xiaoye had already greeted Su Ziling's eight generations of ancestors tenderly and politely in her heart, she still continued to pick up the kitchen knife after sighing, and continued to chop radishes.

Enduring the excruciating pain in his hands, Mi Xiaoye gradually made the cuts more smoothly.Although the thickness is not as uniform as Su Ziling's, at least he won't "self-mutilate" anymore.

Gradually, it was getting dark outside.

Mi Xiaoye's stomach was growling, her arms were so sore and her wrists couldn't be controlled at all.

At this time, a voice that made her extremely angry came.

(End of this chapter)