"Don't worry, master, next time we go to the three-Michelin-starred Longyin restaurant, we will ensure that you have a good meal. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Fujimine didn't care about this kind of thing, and the meal he promised to Nanjiro was still eaten, so he sat down at the dinner table of Echizen's house first, lifted his chopsticks, and specially planed the meat dishes.

"You kid eat slowly! I haven't eaten it yet! Minamijiro dissatisfiedly tapped Fujimine's hand with his chopsticks.

Fuji Feng didn't care, he borrowed the strength of his hand, his right hand suddenly let go of the chopsticks, and the left hand bent his fingers together, and copied the chopsticks in his hand, and without pause, he opened the chopsticks and continued to move towards the plate of meat in front of him. Fujifeng's muscle control has been subtle, although the customary wrist is the right hand, but in fact, whether he uses the left hand or the right hand, he can have excellent control ability.

"Yo, Erdaoliu, that's good!" Nanjiro praised it, he didn't care if Fuji Feng was a second knife or not, anyway, according to his habitual name for two-handed play, no one could say that it was wrong. Minamijiro is the inventor of the two-knife style of play, and he has great experience in two-handed play. Although it is not playing tennis at this time, the two of them are holding chopsticks, and the fight for a piece of fat is not conceded.

Minamijiro stretched the two chopsticks out of a 90-degree angle, and with his fingers pressed inward, the cross wheel formed by the chopsticks turned so wonderfully that it was stuck between the gaps in the chopsticks that Fujimine had opened. If the chopsticks don't close, they won't be able to catch things.

Fujimine's eyes narrowed, although he didn't know what Nanjiro's intention was to compete with him for a piece of meat, but after the fighting spirit inspired by the meeting with the capital, and the battle with Kirihara, he unexpectedly did not plan to give up, and had to compete with Nanjiro.

Chopsticks are just two thin wooden sticks, and there are so many places that they can be flickered and moved, so it can be said that it is difficult to hold them accurately and make them unable to close. But the timing of Nanjiro's shot was all wonderful, and it was stuck between the force points of Fujimine's chopsticks, which made Fujimine's chopsticks unable to close.

Fuji Feng is naturally not afraid of this method, his thumb pressed on the end of the chopsticks, and the chopsticks on the inside immediately warped, followed by the index finger of Fuji Feng in the middle of the chopsticks trembled, making the cockpuffs tremble. The extremely fast tremor of the frequency suddenly destroyed the unstable cross shape of the chopsticks in Minamijiro's hand, and the iron wall that held up the Fujimine chopsticks no longer existed.

Fuji Feng's hand is extremely ingenious, the chopsticks in his hand are shaking non-stop, and he can use the power of the trembling to return the chopsticks to their original position in an instant, and stretch them out to the plate again to pick up the vegetables. But Minamijiro's chopsticks were completely shattered by Fujimine, and it was not a matter of time to reset it. If the chopsticks are reset in a normal way, then it will be much slower than Fuji Feng, who does not stop all the time, and maybe by the time he comes to stop it again, Fuji Feng will have already taken the second piece of meat.

"Hmph, young man, you're good at it!" Nanjiro snorted lightly, his eyes sharpened, and the corners of his mouth showed a sneer: "But I'm going to show you today why the master is called a samurai from Yuben!" ”

I saw Nanjiro's fingers hooked and picked, and the chopsticks in his hand that were originally scattered were made a mistake, and the whole thing was reversed, and he pressed the chopsticks against the tiger's mouth, and the knuckles of his index finger were pushed forward, and he quickly poked out with the chopsticks that were held backwards. The shape of Nanjiro's chopsticks is exactly the standard sword drawing technique of the Samurai.

In Bushido, sword drawing is a very explosive martial art move. This move uses a special grip and force to strike the knife at great speed, and with the help of the whirling force in it, the knife is returned to the sheath at the same speed.

Of course, Minamijiro doesn't know how to draw a sword, he still uses tennis skills, and even Fujimine not only uses martial arts skills, but mostly uses tennis play. Although Nanjiro can't draw a knife, his tennis skills are unmatched in the world, and the chopsticks that are held backwards are really pulled out like a katana, and the chopsticks body has come out of an arc and hit the chopsticks that Fujimine has stretched out.

At the same time, the chopsticks that Minamijiro was holding in his hand also exerted force at the same time, sinking downward, and it was on the point of force where the two chopsticks in Fujifeng's hand were stretched out. He "chopped" like this, and then a little more, it is also able to fully destroy the balance of the chopsticks structure in Fuji Feng's hand, if this blow is successful, Fuji Feng's chopsticks must be scattered.

"Tuk!"

With a muffled sound of bamboo and wood clashing, the chopsticks in Nanjiro's hand accurately "chopped" on Fujimine's chopsticks, destroying their stability, and then the other chopsticks suddenly clicked on the force point of the two chopsticks, Fujimine immediately felt that he couldn't hold the chopsticks, and the two wooden sticks in his hand suddenly became slippery, as if he was about to fall off the table.

"Hey." Fuji Feng's eyes froze, and he grabbed the chopsticks between his index finger and middle finger and sent them forward, and then his little finger hooked the palm edge of the other chopstick. This time, the chopsticks that almost flew up stabilized, and the chopsticks that almost fell were hooked up, and they were put on the chopsticks on the top of the position.

Stretched out about four-fifths, because of the force, the chopsticks hung down, and Fuji Feng used the muscles on the inside of his palm at this time, and the other chopsticks also flipped down, and the two chopsticks miraculously merged together again, and Fuji Feng actually reversed this almost inevitable situation.

Nanjiro's eyes flashed, and he seemed to see something. The movement in his hand changed again, and the chopsticks that had been reset took a step in front of Fuji Feng and brought up the meat from the plate. Seeing this, Fuji Feng's eyes were also shining, and he was about to stretch out his chopsticks to snatch the piece of meat from Nanjiro's chopsticks, but suddenly heard an angry roar: "Do you eat it or not!" If you don't eat well at the dinner table, get out of here! ”

"Auntie......" Nanako looked at Fujimine worriedly, and then at Ryoko Takeuchi.

Nanjiro smiled nonchalantly, put down his chopsticks and said, "Okay, if you don't eat, you won't eat." Boy, do you understand something? ”

"I understand a little, but the doubts seem to have gotten bigger." Fuji Feng smiled apologetically at Takeuchi Ryōko, and put down the chopsticks that he had been arguing about just now, and said, "Although I don't know much, I believe that with today's master's guidance, I will understand more and more." ”

Nanjiro stood up and sighed, "The more I know, the more I feel ignorant!" Then he walked slowly to the tatami mat facing the courtyard without looking back, and slowly lit a cigarette.