Ah Hui looked at the door that Kang Xuan left, and swore fiercely in his heart that he must teach this guy a good lesson.

After Wei Wei left, Zhuang Yang opened the door and dodged into the room, saw the food on the tray, attacked with both hands at the same time, opened the bow left and right, and instantly killed the food on the plate. Sticking out his tongue and licking his lips, he asked Ah Hui, "What is this!" So delicious! ”

Ah Hui glared at Zhuang Yang, took out his short knife by the bedside, and walked out of the room. Ah Hui wanted to find a place with few people and continue to practice the posture taught by Pompu. Ah Hui took the short knife and came to the resident warehouse, where no one would come often, and the place was also very spacious. It's a great place to practice.

Ah Hui had just taken a few poses, and he was already tired and sweaty, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered. In the corner of the warehouse, there was a cough. Frightened, Ah Hui almost sat on the ground, Ah Hui hurriedly turned around, took a short knife and asked in the corner, "Who is it?" A figure in the corner walked out, and said to Ah Hui as he walked: "I didn't know you were here, if you knew, I wouldn't come!" ”

Since he had been in the dark, Ah Hui couldn't see his face clearly, Ah Hui took a step back and asked, "Who are you?" The figure slowly walked out of the corner, looked at the short knife in Ah Hui's hand, and said with a smile: "Can this thing still be used?" ”

The person came out of the dark shadow, it was a fat man, and he still had an apron tied around his waist, Ah Hui recognized this person at a glance, Lao Zhang, the chef of the tenth team. Ah Hui asked curiously, "Why are you here?" Lao Zhang glared at Ah Hui and said, "In the kitchen, a lot of things are here, why can't I come, but you, why did you sneak here?" ”

Ah Hui was stunned for a moment when asked, smiled awkwardly, and explained: "I wanted to find a quiet place to practice, so I found here!" ”

Lao Zhang's eyes looked Ah Hui up and down, pointed to the short knife in Ah Hui's hand and asked, "This is your knife?" Ah Hui raised his hand and looked at it, nodding.

Lao Zhang stretched out his hand and said to Ah Hui: "Show me the knife!" Ah Hui hesitated for a moment, and handed the short knife in his hand to Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang took the short knife, looked at the rust on the knife, and shook his head. Ah Hui knew that this short knife was found by Zhou Ting in the warehouse, and it must not be a good knife, but Ah Hui doesn't have his own saber now, and this knife is very good for Ah Hui. Looking at Lao Zhang's disgusted eyes, Ah Hui felt very uncomfortable, and said to Lao Zhang: "Give it back to me!" ”

Lao Zhang ignored Ah Hui, took the knife and tossed it in his hand, it seemed to be different, he held the knife with both hands, and wiped it vigorously with his sleeve, but the rust on the short knife was not wiped off.

Lao Zhang's face became very solemn, he opened the door of the warehouse, raised the knife, faced the sun, and continued to look at the short knife. Ah Hui didn't understand why the chef Lao Zhang was so interested in his knife.

Lao Zhang looked at it for a while, turned around, held the knife in both hands, handed the knife to Ah Hui, and said to Ah Hui; "This knife, good! You wait for me here, I'll go pick up something and I'll be back in a while! After speaking, Lao Zhang ran out of the warehouse in a panic.

Ah Hui looked at Lao Zhang's back, picked up the short knife and looked at it again, wondering if this chef was nervous! Ah Hui was also tired from practicing, and rested on a stone in the warehouse.

Playing with the short knife in his hand, Ah Hui picked up a piece of wood and gently chopped it with the knife, and the wood was cut in half, Ah Hui thought to himself, although the blade has a lot of rust, but the blade is still sharp, so it's good, Ah Hui comforted himself. Then he took a short knife and swung it in the air a few times. Satisfied, put away the short knife,

Lao Zhang didn't know if he would come back, Ah Hui stood up and wanted to leave. At this time, the door of the warehouse was pushed open, and Lao Zhang stood outside the door holding a big stone in his arms, sweating profusely and panting.

Ah Hui stepped forward and helped Lao Zhang carry the stone to the warehouse, Lao Zhang said to Ah Hui with a smile: "Do you know what this is?" Ah Hui looked at the stone and shook his head. Lao Zhang took a few breaths and said with a smug smile: "This is called a swinging knife stone, it can also be called a whetstone, this stone is not simple." ”

Lao Zhang patted the stone, just like patting his old friend, very kindly. Ah Hui looked down at the square stone, which was white all over, no different from a normal stone, if you had to find a difference, it was that the shape of this stone was very regular.

Lao Zhang said to Ah Hui with some ostentation: "Do you know? There is no better whetstone in our city. Ah Hui just nodded perfunctorily.

Lao Zhang glanced at Ah Hui and knew that Ah Hui didn't believe him, so he picked up a bottle beside him and sprinkled some water on the stone, which suddenly turned from white to dark green. Lao Zhang gently touched it a few times with his hand, then pulled out a shiny iron rod in his arms, held the iron rod with both hands, and kept rubbing it on the stone.

Lao Zhang grinded hard for a while, and the water on the stone turned black and flowed down. Lao Zhang stopped, put the iron rod back in his arms, dipped his hand in a little black water, grinded it with two fingers, nodded with satisfaction, and said to Ah Hui: "Give me the knife!" ”

Ah Hui hesitated, but looking at Lao Zhang's firm eyes, he still took out the short knife and handed it to Lao Zhang, who took the short knife with both hands and looked at it again.

Reaching for the bottle next to him, he took a sip and took a sip of water into the short knife. Then he took another sip and took another sip of water at the stone. The spraying action is very skillful, and the spray of water is evenly scattered on the dagger and stones.

Lao Zhang grabbed the tip of the knife with one hand and the handle of the knife with the other, pressed the short knife against the stone, and began to sharpen it. At the beginning, Lao Zhang gently pushed the blade of the knife and rubbed it on the stone, and then Lao Zhang's speed became more and more high, and the sound of "snorting" became more and more harsh.

On Lao Zhang's forehead, beads of sweat gradually appeared, and his hands quickly slid back and forth. Letting the sweat flow, Ah Hui wanted to reach out to help Lao Zhang wipe the sweat, but as soon as he raised his hand, Lao Zhang said in a low voice: "Don't move!" Ah Hui's hand stopped in mid-air and took it back alive.

Watching Lao Zhang sharpen the knife, it was also very boring, Ah Hui sat down on the stone again, Lao Zhang didn't say a word, just "吭姧~吭哧" sharpening the knife.

After a while, Lao Zhang stopped, raised the short knife, and spat at the short knife again, Ah Hui saw that the blade of the short knife was already shining, but there were still a few black spots on the knife. Lao Zhang took the knife and looked at it for a while, and asked Ah Hui: "Where did you get this knife?" ”

Ah Hui stood up and walked, walked to Lao Zhang's side and said, "You found it in the warehouse?" Lao Zhang glanced back at Ah Hui, then turned his head again and began to sharpen his knife, but this time not so hard.

Ah Hui looked at Lao Zhang and asked, "Can this knife still be used after grinding?" Lao Zhang stopped at once, glared at Ah Hui, and said angrily: "What, looking at your appearance, don't you believe me?" Ah Hui hurriedly shook his hand and said, "I mean, is this knife still worth grinding?" ”

Lao Zhang stopped, turned his head and said to Ah Hui: "A knife, if it is created, cannot be used without fine polishing, and sharpening the knife is equivalent to giving life to the knife." And even if it is a good material, the knife created has not been carefully polished, then this knife is a waste knife! ”

It was the first time for Ah Hui, when he heard someone talk about sharpening knives, he was very interested, squatted beside Lao Zhang, and asked, "So, have the knives used by the patrol team also been polished?" Lao Zhang said to Ah Hui disdainfully: "They can also be called sharpening knives?" Then Lao Zhang sneered and said: "The knife used by the patrol team can only be sharpened so simply, there is no need to waste strength." Lao Zhang's implication is that he looks down on the patrol's saber.

Lao Zhang pointed to the swinging stone beside him and said, "You know, just my stone, the people of the patrol team, kneel down and beg me, and I won't sharpen the knife for them!" ”

Ah Hui asked in surprise: "Then why do you sharpen your knife for me?" Lao Zhang looked at Ah Hui and said: "First, your short knife is worth sharpening, and second, sharpening the knife for you, it is also thank you for driving the people in the kitchen away that day, and also found him poisoning the water tank." ”

Ah Hui understood in his heart why Lao Zhang was so good to him, it turned out that it was because of the poisoning of the fifth team, Ah Hui lowered his head and said to Lao Zhang: "That time, I originally wanted to go to the kitchen to steal food. Lao Zhang smiled and said, "I know, it was Zhuang Yang's kid's idea!" After saying that, he laughed, and Ah Hui laughed too.

Lao Zhang began to sharpen the knife again, he said to Ah Hui while sharpening the knife: "The blade is the most important part of the knife, but there are many people who pay attention to sharpening the blade. The edge of a good knife generally has to have a perfect angle, so that it can last for a long time. ”

Saying that, Lao Zhang picked up the short knife, swung the blade with his thumb, and said: "This knife must have been polished by a capable person before, and the blade is perfect!" ”

Lao Zhang put the short knife across one finger, and the short knife could still maintain balance at first, but just in an instant, the short knife fell down, Lao Zhang shook his head and said: "It's just that the specific gravity is not good, maybe it's too long, and there are foreign objects in the handle." ”

Lao Zhang lowered his head and thought for a while and said, "I will help you replace this handle." With that, he lowered his body and began to sharpen his knife again. Ah Hui asked, "How do you know so much about knives!" Lao Zhang lowered his head and said, "As a chef, knives are very important to me!" ”

Lao Zhang stopped talking, just sharpened his knife seriously. Ah Hui squatted beside Lao Zhang, watching the grinding of the stone under the short knife.

Every time he swung the blade with his fingers, Lao Zhang would close his eyes and let his fingers run across the blade, as if communicating with the knife.

After many repeated polishing, Lao Zhang straightened up, took out a long strip of leather in his arms, gently laid it on the whetstone, put the short knife on, and began to sharpen it again, Ah Hui asked strangely: "What is this for?" Lao Zhang didn't talk, his two hands pushed back and forth rhythmically.

After grinding like this for a long time, Lao Zhang stopped again, put the knife horizontally in front of him, looked at it carefully, and gradually showed a satisfied smile on his face.

He stretched out his thumb, put it on the blade of the knife, and swiped it, his thumb was cut out, and blood flowed on the blade of the short knife, Ah Hui screamed, just trying to stop Lao Zhang. Lao Zhang quickly reached into his arms, took out a white cloth, put it on the knife, and wiped the blood off the short knife. Then wrap the short knife in a white cloth.

He smiled at Ah Hui and said, "It's done!" Ah Hui looked at the bloody mouth on Lao Zhang's hand and asked, "Why is this?" Lao Zhang shook the blood on his hand and said: "To sharpen a good knife, you must use hot blood to open the blade, so that the blade can be sharper!" ”