This short and thin old man held a steel knife with both of his hands. He was fierce and fierce. The broken bones of the whole board were flying. He was like a corpse-breaker in a horrible movie.
"Oh my god, I have never seen such a big kitchen knife." Yi Sen swallowed his saliva with lingering fear.
The two steel knives made by the chef's husband were more like murder weapons rather than kitchen utensils, no matter in size or shape.
On the other side, Bai Xiaojing filled the table with all kinds of fragrant dishes and spices she called out from the embroidery cloth. She used her small white hands to wash the ginger onion and then cut it carefully. As she listened to the music-like rhythmic cutting sound and looked at the green and tender onions, she made a magical circle on the back of
