Incomparable

10

When he returned home after collecting the kitchen knives and firewood, he saw Black Shadow sitting on a small stool by the door eating grapes, spitting out grape skins and seeds all over the floor.

"How many grapes did you buy?" Kitchen Knife Chai didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Forty Wen copper coins." The black shadow stretched out a sticky purple-red paw towards him: "Money."

"Ha, do you want to double the apology?" The kitchen knife tossed him an oily paper bag, "Take it yourself."

Heiying shook off the paper bag in disgust: "You are not at all wary, you are really boring."

A pig's tail rolled out of the paper bag.

Sombra: "Ah!!!"

Cai Dao Chai: "Not at all wary, you are really interesting."

Dinner was grape-flavored pork tail radish soup.

Kitchen Knife Chai: "...the grapes you bought are very sour."

Black Shadow: "I like to eat sour food, why don't you care about me?"

11

At a certain time, the black shadow slipped out of the room and rushed into the kitchen.With a bit of moonlight, he found the kitchen knife for cutting pigs, and frowned, looking at it more and more.

Knives are not good knives.Heiying picked up the knife and weighed it, and soon found that the center of gravity of the knife was faintly tilted to the right, and it was difficult to even stabilize it.This kitchen knife has no other advantages except that it feels heavy enough. The wooden handle has been loosened many times, and the wood has swelled and cracked in several places.Even if the handle of the knife cut corners so much, the blade itself was even more rough in workmanship——Heiying cast his gaze on the back of the knife that had snapped his wrist, and it turned out to be uneven!No wonder beating hurts so much!He flicked the blade angrily, and the blade made a short, muddy hum: this knife has been quite old.

The old, inferior kitchen knife reflected a cool white light in the moonlight.

Kitchen Knife Chai only bought knives more than ten years ago——

This kitchen knife is mediocre—

He is quite handy with pigs—

I beat him but—

If he had a good knife in his hand--

Soi Ying's face could already be called ready to cry.

12

Hei Ying went back to his room in dismay, and was horrified to find a kitchen knife and firewood sitting at the door of his room, smoking dry cigarettes facing the yard.

Heiying then hid and dared not go out.

Cai Dao Chai: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Soi Ying had no choice but to move out of the shadows, and calmly replied: "I'm not full for dinner." After speaking, he burped like a carrot.

The kitchen knife and firewood didn't pierce, took a puff of cigarette, and slowly spat it out, motioning for Heiying to sit down.

Sombra planned to ignore him and go back to his room.

"There is nothing to eat in the kitchen." Cai Dao Chai said casually, "Look at the moon with me, and I'll serve you a bowl of noodles later."

"I don't want to eat anymore now."

"Hey——" The kitchen knife and firewood bit the copper cigarette holder and smiled, "The little mouse who steals oil and eats, how can I let him go home hungry. Besides, I will provide you with food and accommodation, and tell you to talk to me, no way." ?"

Sombra didn't move. "What do you want to ask?"

Cai Dao Chai suddenly concentrated on smoking and stopped talking.The color of the moonlight is really indifferent, falling on the stones in the courtyard like gold and iron, and even the air is condensed by the sun, and the black shadow feels that the atmosphere is getting worse and worse.

"Which piece of pork...is the best?" He asked out of nowhere.

The kitchen knife and firewood glanced at him, and raised the bong to point at the moon: "See what you are going to use. Pork neck." The bong pointed to the lower left, "The place where a butcher kills a pig is disgusting to ordinary people. With a little processing, the meat is fat and crispy better than streaky flowers, and it’s best to stir-fry quickly. Pork head meat, "move the gun up slightly," the skull is used for lo-mei, the cheek meat is more gelatinous, and it is a good stew. ——But it’s wrong If you don’t know the location, everyone would rather go to buy pork ribs for soup. Pig tail bone,” the pipe is moved to the right, “the gelatin is better than hoof, but the meat is hard to chew. It is also because it is hard to chew, and it tastes the most when it is chewed in the mouth. It can be stewed in soup, stewed in soy sauce, or stewed in stew. Finally, put the pork belly, "move the pipe back five minutes," put the pork belly, it's all oil. Boil it into lard paste, mix it with vegetables and noodles, put a Spoon, the fragrance is endless."

Sombra felt that he had been tricked. "No, these places you mentioned are really not popular!" Before he knew it, he had already sat down with his back against the pillar.

"That's natural. I'm a butcher, so of course I can only pick up the leftover offal. If you were my customer, then the question would be easy to answer: the most expensive is the best, and the most expensive is tenderloin .Only, the tenderloin is so tender that it tastes boring, boring.—Are you rich?"

Soi Ying shut up.

At this time, he noticed that the pipe of the kitchen knife and firewood was merlot bamboo, so he couldn't help asking him: "The best merlot...so luxurious!"

"It's nice to be poor. It's just an old friend's thing." The kitchen knife put away the bong, and got up from the steps. "Eat the noodles, go to bed quickly."

13

A bowl of simple noodles.

A pinch of salt, a spoonful of soy sauce, and a spoonful of lard.

But the warm oily light is slightly reflected in the candle fire.The shiny oil of the noodles flickered with the candlelight, and there was a wisp of fragrant smoke in the cold air. The eyes and nose were not enough, and the mouth had to be aggrieved and swallowed dryly. The silent night seemed to be a place for dinner. great time.

After mixing the noodles with the kitchen knife and firewood, he went back. Heiying sat on the low stool and snorted a few times after finishing the soft and hot noodles, wiped his mouth, and walked back to the room leisurely.

Lying on the bed, Hei Ying could still feel his warm stomach, and couldn't help squinting his eyes and let out a long breath—no, it was a half breath, because he found that there was nothing to gain tonight.

Soi Ying has a bad heart, he will become fat sooner or later.

14

Hei Ying scolded Kong Yang a hundred and eighty times in his stomach.

This kitchen knife and firewood is neither a mountain man who hides from the world nor a Taoist who cultivates immortals. He is young, but his identity is a mystery.Assuming that Cai Dao Chai is 35-22 this year, then he will come to Jianghu Town to be a butcher in [-] or [-] years; with Cai Dao Chai's skill, unless he keeps his name anonymous, he must be a celebrity when he is young; a celebrity, a hero is also a devil Regardless of the head, to start a butcher business in the prime of life, must have encountered a big change...

To sum up, the black shadow can be obtained: Caidaochai was probably once famous and related to the major events that happened in the arena 13 years ago or more - he should be the one who suddenly disappeared at that time.

Soi Ying continued to sort out the information in hand while scolding Kong Yang secretly.Soon he discovers a huge oddity:

Why did Chopper Chai think that the old man in Xishi was still selling knives?

15

Hei Ying asked Kitchen Knife Chai teasingly, "Do you know Shen Xiucai's son?"

Kitchen Knife Chai was making a small bamboo stool at the time, "I don't know."

"Have you at least heard of this person?" Soi Ying asked unwillingly, as if he had nothing to gossip about.

"Never heard of it, never heard of it."

"Then what about Yuan TCM's daughter? Does she often come to buy meat?"

"I don't know which one you're talking about."

"That's the one...the one with big eyes, freckles on her face, and a purple bamboo basket on her arm all day long."

"Oh."

"Your reaction is too dull!" Heiying looked incredulous, "Jianghu Town is so small, even I know them clearly after coming and going in the past few days, how can you not know any of them?"

The tone of the kitchen knife and firewood did not change much, "The patrons are all customers. Is it interesting to inquire about their origins? If you don't want to, you don't know...it's only natural." He carefully smoothed the wooden thorns on the bamboo stool and raised his eyes. The black shadow crouched opposite, and the latter was planning to draw his knife in the next moment.

Kitchen Knife Chai pushed the small bamboo stool that he had made over, and snorted: "Is it comfortable to squat? Take it and sit on it."

Heiying pulled the small stool under his buttocks and sat down.

In summary, Sombra can get:

Cai Dao Chai has no feelings for Jianghu Town.He has a good memory, but he doesn't communicate with people at all, and he lived more than ten years ago.

The knowledge of assassin psychology told Sombra that Chopper must have lost something important—most likely someone.