Food Hunter

　　 cut into symmetrical filaments, this is the idea in Luo's head.

　　 The transparent sphere in the palm covered the potatoes. After a while, the shimmer disappeared, and the potatoes on the chopping board did not move.

　　 Luo knew that the ability must have taken effect, and reached out to fiddle with the potatoes, but saw that the potatoes were immediately divided into several irregular lumps and poured on the cutting board.

　　"..."

　　 Looking at this scene, Luo was speechless.

　　 is obviously the idea of ​​shredding, but what is presented is potato pieces divided into random slices. This result is too different from the idea.

　　 At this moment, Luo realized that his control was terribly weak and unwilling to do so, he took a potato and put it on the chopping board, first peeling...

　　 In the white light, the skin of the potato was slowly peeled off by the hand of God, which took about the same time as the first potato just now.

　　 It's a pity that there is no chronograph. If you practice a lot, you can only rely on your feelings to judge whether you have made progress.

　　 After peeling the skin, Luo once again used God's hand on the intact potatoes on the cutting board.

　　 hiss...

　　 In the slight noise, not only the potatoes were divided into several pieces, but also the thick wooden chopping board underneath.

　　 Luo did not notice that the cutting board was also affected. He frowned and looked at the potato that was still failing. He pushed it aside and took another potato from the side.

　　 Peel, shred...

　　 Repeatedly, after trying more than 20 potatoes, Luo felt tired. After a long sigh, he sat down on the ground and lay back directly on the ground, breathing slightly.

"how so…"

　　 Rome silently stared at the ceiling.

　　 More than 20 potatoes, peeling can be successful every time, but it takes a long time, and cutting potatoes is quickly finished, but the worst is divided into several pieces, the best result is a dozen pieces of lumps.

　　 In this case, let alone shredded, even slicing is impossible.

　　 Luo frowned slowly, wondering where something went wrong.

　　 After awakening the hand of God, it was the first time to use it against the enemy. The idea at that time was to directly dig out Cook's heart and cut off Cook's wrist.

　　 God’s hand complied with one’s own will, and indeed succeeded in separating Cook’s heart from his wrist. Since it is so easy to target people, how could it be so difficult for a mere potato.

　　 What is the difference between the two...

　　 Luo slowly closed his eyes, and while regaining his lost physical strength, he pondered the difference between the two.

　　Nian's control? The quality of the target? The number of goals?

　　 If there is a real difference, quality is one aspect, but when it comes to handling, the key issue should be...quantity!

　　 To cut a potato into shreds, it is necessary to divide an overall goal into countless pieces, so does it increase the difficulty of operation? But in terms of quality, potatoes are far less firm than Cook's body with a small amount of qi.

　　In other words, to use the power of God's hand well, at least one must be able to control the Qi freely.

　　 The current hand of God is like an untamed king of beasts, mighty and cruel, but will not obey Luo's orders.

It’s like a robot with thirty complex instructions. Luo Neng can issue one instruction in one second, but he has to issue ten, twenty, or even thirty instructions in a specific order within one second. Far from it.

　　 "Although I really want to try again, but I'm almost exhausted, and... I seem to be a little complacent."

　　 Luo Chang let out a sigh, tilted his head to look at the hills piled up in the corner, and involuntarily smiled bitterly.

　　 Defeating an already-introduced scholar like Cook as an immature beginner, and squashing Hisoso with the hand of God, seemed to make him a little proud.

As Cooke said, Luo is just a rookie who can't even use tangling proficiently. However, Luo is able to awaken the ability to read under such an unsound basic condition, whether it is his talent or the white-smoke font. Credit.

　　 These are all things that belong to Luo, and they are also the starting line and advantages for Luo to surpass others. If you don't work hard to cherish, you will lose everything sooner or later.

　　 "There are still three or four months left."

　　 Luo patted his cheek, got up, stood up, looked at the twenty-odd ruined potatoes on the side of the stove, and could only say sorry to Wo Jin and them in his heart.

　　 was originally made with potato shreds and smoked meat, but now I can only make potato stew with smoked meat, a dish that touches the threshold of darkness.

　　 Luo glanced at the fat middle-aged man who was still lying on the ground and still did not move. He didn't want to take out the kitchen knife, so he lit firewood and started cooking.

　　 The materials that can be used are pitiful, almost all of them are potatoes that are cut into irregular pieces, and the smoked meat that Luo uses only a little gas to cut into pieces.

　　 There are not many auxiliary materials and seasonings. Everything is kept simple and the general taste can be controlled. The main thing is to stew the potatoes.

　　 Luo's hands-on efficiency is very good, and quickly completed the steps of sautéing white small peppers and smoked meat with oil, adding potatoes to the water, then adding seasonings, covering the pot, and waiting for the potatoes to simmer.

　　 After doing this, Luo didn't even have the mind to watch the fire. Using this little time, he recalled the process of cutting more than 20 potatoes with the hands of God.

　　 From the first to the last, there is progress, but it is not very obvious, and there are good and bad.

　　 Where is the gap between good and bad performance?

　　 Find out this point, and then strengthen the training. However, Luo's training is limited after all. No matter how hard he recalls, he can't find an accurate direction.

　　 "Hurry up and rest after eating, and continue to exercise after the breath recovers, but most of them can't use potatoes anymore. You can try it with stones."

　　 Luo breathed out and made a decision.

　　 Time passed, and the aroma of potato stewed smoked meat slowly drifted out.

Luo lifted the lid of the pot, took a look at it and judged that the potatoes were rotten, rubbed a bit of salt with his fingers and scattered it in the steaming pot, then stirred it back and forth several times, and then put the pot into the prepared large pot. ~www.ltnovel.com~ At this time, Luo glanced at the middle-aged fat man who fell on the ground, thinking that he hasn't woken up yet, and next time he has to use the kitchen.

　　 Luo shook his head, and stopped thinking about it. He found the bowls and chopsticks and filled a lot of rice with a big pot. Then he dropped a handful of banknotes and placed it next to the cutting board, and then left the kitchen.

　　 When he delivered the food to the ward as quickly as possible, the Macchis' eyes filled with resentment.

"what…"

　　 Luo put the food on the table and explained seriously: "I'm lost."

　　 In fact, it is one thing to get lost, and the real reason is to use potatoes to exercise control.

　　Maki glanced at Luo with a look of "believe in you to have ghosts", and then picked up a bowl of rice.

　　Wojin ignored the injury, got out of bed and walked to the table, also took a bowl of rice, and began to eat.

　　 Nobunaga was dumbfounded when he saw this, and said, "Hey, bring me some more."

　　 "What's the hurry, this...huh?"

　　Wojin took a bite of potatoes, his eyes widened, and he made a surprised sound, and then subconsciously looked at Marge beside him, who also looked at him at this time.

　　 After the two looked at each other for a while, they speeded up the speed of picking up the rice and the potatoes in a tacit understanding, as if they had forgotten Nobunaga.

　　 Luo prepared the portion first, stepped aside and ate in silence, this dish that almost reached the threshold of dark cooking, he was not going to gobble it up like March and the others.

　　 "Hey, can you just stop eating and get me some?"

　　 Seeing Wo Jin just ignore him, Nobunaga was dumbfounded.

　　 Luo smiled when he saw it, and only thought that this scene was really interesting, maybe it was... it subverted the impression.

　　 "If Wojin and Nobunaga's injuries recover more quickly, by September, there will be no shortage of people who practice due diligence."