Before going to bed last night, it was clearly put here!

Although I didn't check it early this morning, the door was locked when I went out...... What's more, who will come and steal a kitchen knife?

But Jiang Ying turned over the entire bed, and even went under the bed in a hurry to investigate carefully, but she didn't see the shadow of the kitchen knife.

Zhuang's urging voice came, and Jiang Ying felt sweat on her forehead like rain.

You know, Zhuang's let go last night, the knife is in the people, and the knife is dead!

As the saying goes, it's always good, such as 'people are born to die', but she really doesn't want to throw away this little life that has just arrived and hasn't been covered because she lost a kitchen knife for some reason......

Zhuang's urging was already a little impatient.

I'm afraid that if Jiang Ying doesn't send the kitchen knife again, she will come in with the kitchen knife......

Jiang Ying forced herself to calm down and hurried out of the bedroom.

When he came to the kitchen, Zhuang's subordinates were pressing a clean white fat radish and reaching out to catch the knife with one hand.

Jiang Ying rubbed her empty hands and smirked: "Nurse, I'll cut this radish for you, I thought that since the kitchen knife is a family heirloom, it is not easy to take it out and use it at will, such a good thing will naturally be used in more worthy dishes." ”

This product is obviously not telling the truth - in the eyes of her foodie, no matter what the ingredients and dishes are, as long as they are food, there is no such thing as not worth it.

But now, human lives are at stake.

Zhuang listened to it, but felt that there was some truth.

But this kitchen knife is indeed too blunt.

"I'll cut it." Jiang Ying saw that Zhuang's was looking at the kitchen knife and was in trouble, so she stepped forward and took it attentively, lest Zhuang's ask more, so she hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Is it shredding or slicing?" ”

"Shredd." Zhuang's is a little unsure, these days she has seen that Jiang Ying has some attainments in cooking, but she is only following Jiang Shiyun's ears and eyes, plus some of the Jiang family's unique 'talents' in this regard, so what she is not sure about is that she is a kitchen knife that is too blunt for five or three thick people, and Sister Ying'er's small arms and thin wrists really make it move?

But as soon as this idea settled in Zhuang's mind, she saw that the big white radish had gone to most of it under the immature snow-white little hand that was not touched by the spring water, and a row of white and thin radish shreds were neatly arranged behind the knife, and the water was Lingling.

Zhuang was stunned.

In this distraction, the little girl had already cut all the white radishes into thin strips, as if without much effort.

"This knife is okay to use, if the nurse thinks it's not good, wait for me to find a whetstone to sharpen." In short, Jiang Ying's idea now is that the idea of not letting the Zhuang family fight the Xuantie kitchen knife again is the best.

Zhuang came back to her senses, but she was still surprised, she came to the board, pinched up a few shredded radish, and sighed: "Sister Ying, how can you make this knife so good?" ”

She never knew.

But after thinking about it, in the Jiang family in the past, Jiang Ying was a master who didn't have to worry about everything, and never cooked, so naturally there was no opportunity to 'show'.

Since Zhuang had already done psychological work for herself, when Jiang Ying said that she had learned some fur after Jiang Shiyun, Zhuang nodded with relief.

But looking at the shredded radish that is cut so well, I still feel that it is too rare.

In fact, in Jiang Ying's eyes, this shredded radish is really not too finely cut, because the white radish is not suitable for frying too finely.

After eating lunch, under the calm appearance of Jiang Er's girl, there was a heart that was full of grass and trees.

For fear that Zhuang would mention the kitchen knife.

After dinner, helping Zhuang's clean up the kitchen, Jiang Ying went back to her small bedroom under the excuse of being sleepy in the afternoon.

As soon as I entered the room, I started a carpet search again.

On the bed, under the bed, behind the table and next to the chair, all the places that can be found have been found, and there is almost no digging into the ground.

But the kitchen knife still did not appear.

Jiang Ying sat on the edge of the bed in some despair.

What to do?

Is it to confess to Zhuang's guilt, or can it be concealed for a day?

That's a problem.

The former is of course the fulfillment of a great righteousness, but the latter is applicable to the warning saying 'It is better to die than to live'.

Jiang Ying swayed between life and righteousness, and simply fell backwards and lay on her back on the bed.

Looking at the top of the bed, her brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

How did the kitchen knife suddenly disappear......

It can't disappear into thin air, and if you can't find it everywhere, then there is only one possibility - it was stolen.

Although the idea of burglarizing a kitchen knife seems a bit funny and far-fetched, there seems to be no other possibility.

Jiang Ying blinked, unable to think of a suspicious person at all.

After resigning herself to accept the reality, she can only regret it in her heart - if God gives her another chance, she will definitely carry this kitchen knife with her.

Now that I calm down and think about it, if I lost the kitchen knife, not only did her life and safety suffer a serious threat, but in addition, I began to feel sorry for it.

After all, it is the ancestral treasure of the Jiang family, and after so many years of inheritance, if she is born here and loses it, she is equivalent to a sinner, and she is to blame.

Jiang Ying was smothered in the futon, worried and guilty, and her mood was extremely low.

Zhuang walked in and took a look, and saw that she was lying on the bed, and the quilt didn't know how to cover it, and the weather in spring was still so cold, so he immediately wrinkled his eyebrows.

I just wanted to open my mouth to reproach her, but I thought that Jiang Ying was probably asleep, and I couldn't bear to wake her up, so I walked over lightly and stuffed the person into the quilt.

Jiang Ying naturally didn't fall asleep.

But she didn't know how to tell Zhuang about it for a while, so she simply closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

At first, he was indeed pretending to be asleep.

It was only later that the fake became true......

Jiang Ying had a dream.

In her dreams, she was in a ...... in the vegetable garden.

Jiang Ying looked at the full array of vegetable plants, including eggplant, pepper and other vegetables that have appeared in this era, and even cucumbers and beans wrapped around the shelves, including some varieties that are very rare in this time and space, together there are almost dozens of species, many of which are not what they should have in this season, but they all have one thing in common, that is...... There are only branches and leaves and vine seedlings, and there is no flowering and fruiting.

Jiang Ying didn't realize that she was in a dream, her brain was chaotic, but she was also very depressed.

Fruits and vegetables that cannot be eaten are useless no matter how well they grow.

I have to say that sometimes in the world of foodies, judging the quality of a thing is always so simple and clear - it is only divided into what can be eaten and what cannot be eaten.

But where is she now?

Jiang Ying walked around the vegetable garden for a long time, and found that this vegetable garden was ridiculously big, as if there was no way out.

Walking through a vegetable patch planted with green onions and thin rhizomes, Jiang Ying was tired and panting, and her waist couldn't stand up.

She bent down and rested on her knees, and when she looked up, she saw a small clear lake in front of her, and a delicate wooden house was built on the edge of the lake.

Jiang Ying was tired and thirsty, and when she saw a wooden house in front of her at this moment, she subconsciously shouted, "Is anyone there?"

She desperately needed a bowl of water and a way out.

The door to the hut was pushed open from the inside, and there was a soft creak, and a woman's voice rang out.

"You're finally here." The woman said.