In the following days, Shan Bing and the old eunuch once again realized that what Du Chengfeng said may really make sense.

Just like Du Chengfeng's daily life in the past two days, go to bed early and get up early, eat a healthy and nutritious diet, as for the rest of the time, Du Chengfeng chooses to train himself - but that kind of training is not like training in the usual sense, at least it is completely different from what everyone usually understands as "how many times do you do a movement" or "lift this heavy thing".

He's trying to do all the things he finds interesting.

"Brain, the key is in the brain."

When Shan Bing asked a question, Du Chengfeng, who was practicing chopping meat, put down the kitchen knife and pointed to his head.

"It's true that I'm making stewed lion's head right now, but so what? It's like the way I chop the minced meat now, I have to chop all the tendons in the minced meat to ensure the taste...... Do you think that if I cut you with a knife now, it will be uncomfortable? ”

Glancing at the kitchen knife that was flickering with cold light and still stained with minced meat, Shan Bing swallowed his saliva and didn't dare to speak.

That maybe, perhaps, is indeed very handy.

Shan Bing was a little afraid to think about that picture.

After the words were asked, Shan Bing didn't dare to bother anymore, although the little giant in front of him was indeed very talkative, but just looking at the huge soup pot on the side, Shan Bing always felt that he had chopped up his whole person and put it in, as if he could fit it.

But it's not a bad thing, at least he's learned something, the mystery of the strong becoming stronger.

After leaving the imperial dining room, which has become Hell's Kitchen, Shan Bing returned to his home, and today is considered an early departure, but Shan Bing no longer has the feeling of nothingness he had before - he no longer needs to have a job at hand to survive, and now he has some goals and directions of his own.

That is to become stronger, to turn yourself from an ant to an elephant.

So that he will no longer be trampled under the feet of some inexplicable strong man.

Of course, if he really wants to become stronger, he actually has no direction, but this kind of problem, this is not the first time he has encountered it - it's just that this time is different from the last time, the little giant at least gave him a little solution to the problem, he only needs to imitate the strong, and he can probably become stronger.

"First of all, give up thinking ......"

Recalling the words he had heard before, Shan Bing began to try his own way to become stronger.

Of course, this abandonment of thinking is not a complete abandonment of thinking, after all, the little giant also made it very clear that he wanted to put ten percent of his intelligence on becoming stronger - of course, this would definitely make him relatively sluggish in other aspects, but the little giant also made it clear that when he is strong enough, using his brain is someone else's business.

And after that......

"What is going to be done with the lion's head?"

Shan Bing began to rummage through the pots and pans that hadn't been used in a long time.

The commanders generally don't have to cook by themselves, they have their own headquarters in the imperial city, and naturally they also have their own canteens, although Shan Bing, as the captain, has been assigned a residence in the city, but most of the time he will not fire himself - this also directly leads to a layer of dust on the pots and pans in his house, rather than scrubbing them out, it is better to simply buy a new set.

But he still scrubbed the cooking utensils very carefully and prepared for cooking.

There is no other reason, the little giant also did this, those one-by-one cleaning, and the serious cooking preparation, he saw it in his eyes.

"Does this really have anything to do with getting stronger?"

The cold water rushed to his hands, and the cold temperature made Shan Bing fall into thought for a while.

But immediately, he gave up thinking.

Can't think about it, can't think about it anyway, after all, he has just confirmed, if he wants to give up thinking, then how can he think crankily now?

You just need to put your mind to do it, after all, the little giant does this, and the little giant himself has become stronger, and if he does it again, he will naturally become stronger.

"It's like those boxers."

Shan Bing immediately found the right reason.

He has also heard of the techniques used by some of the civilian soldiers, although they are completely different from the straightforward killing methods in the army, but if it is not the confrontation between the two armies, but the right one, the techniques of these civilian soldiers are more flexible and have considerable merits - and among these many techniques, some martial artists have done the act of imitating animals.

Imitating the tiger's tiger fist can make them as powerful as a tiger, imitating the crane fist of a white crane can make them as elegant as a white crane, imitating the snake fist of a poisonous snake can also make them as poisonous as a snake, imitating a monkey's monkey fist, and even more so that they can jump out flexibly like a monkey.

"I remember that there is one of the top 30 ranks, who is good at Yuan Gong's swordsmanship, and that Yuan Gong means white ape...... No, what am I thinking! ”

Shan Bing, who noticed that he was distracted, patted his head, and his hand that was washing dishes slapped his head directly on the dirty water.

You can't think about it, he has emphasized it several times just now, but the master has deliberately repeated it several times, saying that only the weak will think wildly, does he really want to be a weak person for the rest of his life? Does he really want to be an ant for the rest of his life?

But the more he continued to do this, the more Shan Bing found that he really couldn't do it.

The more he repeats it over and over again, telling himself not to think nonsense, the more his mind will be in his mind - looking at the dirty water in the basin, he will think of the famous water knife in Jiankang before, when he sees the raw meat in the basin, he will think of those unstoppable monsters, when he sees the broken pots and pans, he will think of his life for a while, and when he sees the chopping board and kitchen knife, he will inevitably think of the scene of Hell's Kitchen he just saw.

"This ......"

Looking at the board and kitchen knife in front of him, Shan Bing was speechless for a long time.

The preparations were finally done, and he could finally cut the meat, but the dishwashing work, which took less than a quarter of an hour, made him sweat profusely.

The clothes on his body were already wet with sweat, which was the extreme panic that emerged in his heart, and Shan Bing suddenly found that the so-called "giving up thinking" seemed to be not as easy as he said.

No, it's not easy, it's even extremely difficult!

"How is that possible?"

Shan Bing suddenly felt a little dazed, his cognition seemed to have some deviation at this moment, obviously emptying his brain, this kind of thing was originally in his eyes like a fool, the same behavior as a mentally retarded - of course, this statement may be a bit disrespectful to the little giant, but on the level of facts, he doesn't want anything, and it really seems very brainless.

But it's such a brainless thing, it's the kind of thing that a fool can do in his eyes, but he, a smart person, can't do it.

He can't even empty his mind, he can't even give up thinking, he can't even make a stewed lion's head wholeheartedly.

"I ......"

The brain was dizzy, it was the exhaustion caused by excessive tension, and as soon as his knees weakened, Shan Bing's whole person fell directly to the ground.

It was at this time that he saw ants on the ground.

There were about a dozen ants, and they gathered on the ground, and in front of the ants, there was a piece of food scrap that had fallen on the ground at some point—the ants were trying to tear at the large piece of nutrients, tearing it into small pieces, and then lifting it above their heads, and marching in a line towards the entrance of the nest in the corner.

Even if Shan Bing fell to the ground and almost killed these ants, they just changed directions, circled slightly, and continued to walk towards the small hole in the ant's nest in the distance.

The pace is unwavering.

"This ......"

Shan Bing was speechless.

Even the ants, even these tiny ants, can be distracted.

But he couldn't.

Isn't he as good as an ant?

"!"

A mouthful of spit on a few ants, Shan Bingqiang stood up.

"!"

After washing the floating soil on his hands, Shan Bing picked up the kitchen knife again and stared at the pork on the board.

How could he be inferior to an ant, how could it be!

"I'm ...... Elephant. ”

The blunt-edged kitchen knife, which had not been polished for a long time, finally cut on the pork.

"I'm an elephant!"

Kitchen knives slashed down like a torrential rain, and the whole kitchen was thrown into a mess.

……

……

……

"Ahh

Two hours later, Shan Bing took out the first portion he had made himself from the stewed soup pot, a stewed lion's head.

The meat is not finely chopped enough, and the tendons in it are not cut neatly, which directly causes the meatballs to look a little weird, and the most important soup stock is ...... This was even more of a disastrous mistake, because he had left too early in the imperial dining room and did not see the process of hanging the soup, and now the soup he stewed has no taste at all, let alone flavoring the meatballs.

And in the first bite of the meatballs in his mouth, he ate sawdust.

"Ahh

Shan Bing collapsed in front of the stove.

He admits that he maybe, perhaps, really inferior to an ant.

But he managed to eat all the things like kitchen waste, including the meatballs mixed with wood chips—which he had made with his own hands anyway, and it was the first time he had tried to make a stewed lion's head, so he had to eat it anyway.

"If you do something yourself, you have to suffer the consequences."

This can be regarded as a way for Shan Bing to motivate himself.

In general, the first attempt to become stronger, which ended in perfect failure, was a failure in every way, and none of them were successful - but he at least gained something, and he at least recognized the fact that he was indeed not an elephant now, and he was not even as good as an ant now.

"I ...... Ay. ”

The depressed Shan Bing simply went out, he wanted someone to drink with.

However, it is a pity that Jiang Wenyuan is far away, because he can't stand the oppressive atmosphere in the Jiankang Imperial City when the emperor is there, Jiang Wenyuan went out of the city to suppress the bandits a few days ago, and he hasn't come back yet-of course, with the speed of the envoys, Jiang Wenyuan should have received the news and hurried back.

But now he definitely can't come back, which directly makes him unable to find a good brother to complain.

So after thinking about it, Shan Bing still came, inside the imperial city.

Finding a top boss to drink as a subordinate is somewhat indistinguishable from inferiority, but Shan Bing, who is confused at the moment, really needs to find an elder older than himself to guide him - fortunately, the old eunuch is really good to him, and he doesn't care about his behavior.

What's more, the old eunuch himself is not doing anything serious, he is also doing it, stewing the lion's head.

"Ah......h

Just looking at the lion's head that the old eunuch put out, Shan Bing became more and more inferior.

Unlike Shan Bing, who was born as a soldier, the old eunuch has served three emperors in a row, maybe he can't be the top in martial arts, but when it comes to serving people, I'm afraid no one in the world can be more professional than him - as for cooking, this is naturally part of serving people, although the old eunuch's skills are definitely not as good as those serious chefs in the imperial dining room, but it is also much stronger than the chefs in ordinary restaurants.

"I ...... Ay. ”

Just smelling the tempting aroma, Shan Bing felt the urge to cry.

The man has tears and does not flick, but he has not reached the sad place, and his ability is not good, which is undoubtedly the saddest thing, especially when he thinks that he is not even as good as an ant, and he can't even devote himself to making a lion's head, the pain in Shan Bing's heart becomes more and more obvious.

And the old eunuch naturally saw Shan Bing's expression.

The tears were about to drip into the bowl, how could the old eunuch not see it, and it was precisely because of this that the old eunuch was even more puzzled, what was wrong with Shan Bing - you must know that Shan Bing, who was born as a soldier in the south, was an iron-beaten man on weekdays, why did he suddenly look like this.

One was puzzled, the other was full of pain, so after coming and going, Shan Bing also told his experience today.

This directly made the old eunuch cry and laugh.

"Isn't it just a bad meal? Wouldn't you be able to make another pot? ”

"Make another pot...... Ay. ”

Shan Bing sighed again.

It's not that he didn't think about this kind of thing again, but no matter what, he can't scrub the stove and start all over again—not even when he picks up a kitchen knife, just looking at those pots and pans, looking at the board that he has chopped up, his heart is blocked, and he panics.

"Am I really doing this well? Can I really do it all over again? ”

If you can't do it well, he knows the answer.

"I'm not a cook, I haven't learned to cook, I'm a soldier, I can only cut people, I can't do this kind of thing anyway...... I can't even concentrate on it, not even an ant, how can I do such a good thing?

"Why do you want to think about such a thing?"

The old eunuch glanced at Shan Bing suspiciously.

"Didn't you say it too, you want to make yourself think about nothing, why did you start thinking about it again?"

"I ...... Ay? ”

Shan Bing was stunned.

Like, it is.

Didn't the little giant say that he wanted nothing at all? Why did he start thinking again?

"This ......"

At this moment, Shan Bing seemed to suddenly understand something.

What the little giant said was right, that sentence was indeed completely fine, only the weak would think, and only the weak would think.

Strong, you really don't have to think.

"I understand it perfectly."

Taking a deep breath, Shan Bing wiped the dirt from his face.

"I'll do it again."

The update was delivered, why was it dark when I woke up, it didn't make sense, and the routine was not normal.

But the codewords are getting smoother and smoother, and I feel like that's a good thing.

Also: Thank you for your recommendation votes and monthly passes, and thank you for your encouragement and support.

I'll eat early, and everyone will go to bed early.

(End of chapter)