The veteran spoke in a very kind tone.

The problem is that if Liu Yi accidentally runs into a "master", if Liu Yi really runs to sit, he won't be a fool.

Happily put the steaming drawer into the steamer, and when he turned around, the veteran had already cut the four strips on the case.

Hurriedly trotted to wash his hands, ran back to the side of the table, and helped put it in the steaming drawer.

"No, no, just rest. The veteran kept his hands on and said a very casual sentence in his mouth.

"Rest, I'm not tired. Liu Yi smiled, and his hands also didn't stop.

After a drawer of steamed buns was placed, Liu Yi picked it up and put it in the steamer. As soon as he turned around, he licked his face and returned to the side of the noodle table, staring at the veteran kneading his dough, and then taking the knife.

The veteran is like a precise machine, constantly dropping knives. Liu Yi on the side paid attention to how the veteran raised his wrist, how to drop the knife, and how to withdraw the knife without blinking.

The two of them were working and watching, all of them were concentrated, and the gang leaders in the back kitchen were a little uneasy.

Although they didn't dare to speak, they were busy with the work at hand, and they kept looking at me and me, and their eyes were full of weirdness.

The veteran is an old man in the cafeteria, older than any soldier here.

But how long it is, no one can say clearly.

As for why no one knows, it's because veterans are not easy to deal with.

It's not that he has a bad temper, but he's a little withdrawn.

Usually mortals don't talk, but they can chat with the secretary when they are fine.

Every soldier who has just arrived at the cooking class wants to behave well.

No one is stupid, after entering the door, he saw that the veteran was busy there, and he came over with a smiling face to help.

But without exception, all of them met the veteran's indifferent and emotionless eyes.

This glance is not to say how scary, but it makes people's hearts hairy, and they don't know how to put their hands and feet.

Therefore, there is never a need for veterans to open their mouths to drive people away, and the boys who want to help are counted as one, all of them have a sneer on their faces, and they retreat awkwardly.

After a long time, the area of the case became the private domain of the veteran. No one wants to come forward unless it is necessary.

Only when the steamer is lifted, someone goes over, after all, it is not very convenient for the veteran to carry it with one hand.

However, a few boys in the back kitchen today are considered to be alive, and the veteran actually talked to the newly reported kid, and kindly asked him to sit in the corner.

You know, the inconspicuous broken stool in the corner has always been the exclusive seat for veterans.

What's even more incomprehensible is that the newcomer is standing next to the case with a cheap smile on his face, and the veteran doesn't react at all.

If you don't understand, you don't understand, and no one can go up and ask.

The leaders exchanged glances with each other, and although no one spoke, everything was silent.

The four drawers of steamed buns were put into the steamer, Liu Yi closed the door, and screwed on the timer switch after releasing the water.

The veteran looked at Liu Yi's fairly smooth operation, and asked a little freshly: "Have you used it?"

"Well, I used to work in the cooking class for a while. Liu Yi replied honestly.

The old soldier looked like this, walked to the sink and washed his hands, then walked unhurriedly to the corner and sat down on the broken stool.

Take the dry tobacco basin on one side, put it on your lap, and look at the posture to roll a cigarette with one hand.

When Liu Yi saw this scene, he hurriedly put his bag beside the veteran, put his butt on it, and said with a smiling face: "I'll come, I'll come." ”

This job is very familiar, Liu Yi's grandfather smoked dry tobacco, and he was already proficient in it when he was four or five years old.

As he spoke, he reached out and took the cigarette basin from the veteran's knee, pulled a piece of cigarette paper, put on the tobacco shreds, and rolled up a moderately elastic "horn barrel" in a few clicks.

I didn't have my head at all, and habitually put the remaining corner of the cigarette paper to my mouth and lick it with my tongue.

With the stickiness of the foam, the final process is completed.

Only then did he react, glanced at the root of the "horn barrel", the piece wet by spit, and looked at the veteran with some embarrassment.

The veteran didn't mind at all, took the cigarette roll, took it in his hand and looked at it, and seemed to be very satisfied with Liu Yi's craftsmanship.

Shove the cigarette butt directly into your mouth.

Liu Yi was relieved, and hurriedly picked up the lighter to help the veteran light it.

The veteran took a sip, squinted at Liu Yi, and asked, "Have you drunk?"

"Had a little drink last night. Liu Yi told the truth.

"Didn't you have breakfast?" asked the veteran again.

"Didn't get up. Liu Yi scratched his head in embarrassment.

"The steamed buns will be ready in a while, eat them first. The veteran gestured to the steamer.

"Well, thank you, squad leader. "Liu Yi is indeed hungry, not pretentious.

The veteran stopped talking, and sat there squinting and smoking.

Liu Yi was embarrassed to keep staring at others, so he sat cross-legged on his bag and continued to roll cigarettes. After a while, more than a dozen were rolled out.

After stopping, I found the conversation: "I'll go to the service club to buy a glue stick, this game should be foamed for a short time, and it is easy to disperse when it dries." ”

"No, it's rolled and smoked. It doesn't taste right. The veteran casually extinguished the butt of his cigarette.

"Okay, I'll roll a few and put it away. Liu Yi immediately answered.

The veteran didn't speak, which was a tacit acquiescence.

Liu Yi was happy in his heart, licked his face and said, "Squad leader, your knife skills are really extraordinary." ”

"Cut a steamed bun, fart kung fu. The veteran scoffed.

"You're not real!" Liu Yi said with an expression that didn't want to hide from me: "I can see it, that method is not the job of cutting steamed buns." ”

"Heh, tell me what you see?" the veteran's tone had a bit of a school entrance examination in his tone.

Liu Yi smashed his mouth, and while wording in his head, he said: "Fast, accurate, although it doesn't look ruthless, it's steady and scary." And it's ......."

Liu Yi understood in his heart, but he couldn't find the right words to describe it specifically.

Subconsciously raised his right hand, sat down and muttered: "When you go down, although it looks straight, it actually has an angle." ”

As he spoke, Liu Yi's right hand hanging in the air made a movement similar to a see-saw, and said in his mouth: "Back and forth, the strength is exactly the same every time."

So, the steamed buns you cut out are not deformed at all. ”

There was a hint of extremely vague surprise in the veteran's eyes, but there was still a look of disdain on his face.

Reach for a cigarette from the clapstick, light it, and take a puff.

He exhaled the smoke and said, "That's it, you go to other stoves to take a look, which one is not the one who cuts steamed buns." ”

"That's not right!" Liu Yi said with great certainty: "They may also cut back and forth." However, the steamed buns cut out are definitely different from yours. ”

"What's different?" the veteran raised an eyebrow.

"I can't say it, it's just different anyway. ”

Liu Yi couldn't say it, and he still looked right, which directly amused the veteran.

"Don't you be happy?" Liu Yi was unhappy.

His right hand imitated the movements of the veteran when he lifted the knife, smashed his mouth and said, "The action of your knife is also alive in it." ”

Liu Yi couldn't tell where the "work" was, but the veteran squinted his eyes after Liu Yi's right hand moved.

The disdainful expression on his face instantly became a little untenable.