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The veteran spoke in a very kind tone.
The problem is that if Liu Yi accidentally ran into a "master" and sat down, he would be a fool.
He excitedly put the steamer into the steamer. When he turned around, the veteran had already finished cutting the four strips on the case.
I quickly ran to wash my hands, then ran back to the table and helped put them in the steamer.
"No, no, just rest." The veteran said casually without stopping his hands.
"Why are you taking a rest? I'm not tired." Liu Yi chuckled and kept his hands on his hands.
After placing a drawer of steamed buns, Liu Yi picked them up and put them into the steamer. Turning around, he licked his face and returned to the noodle table, watching eagerly as the veteran kneaded the dough and then cut it.
The veteran is like a precise machine, constantly dropping knives. Liu Yi on the side watched without blinking how the veteran raised his wrist, dropped the knife, and withdrew the knife.
The two of them were working, one watching, all attentive. The gang leaders in the kitchen were a little uneasy.
Although each of them did not dare to speak, while busy with the work at hand, they kept looking at me and me, with strange eyes.
The veteran is considered the old man in the cafeteria. He is so old that he has been here longer than any other soldier.
But no one can tell exactly how long it is.
As for why no one knows, it¡¯s because veterans are not easy to deal with.
It¡¯s not that I have a bad temper, I¡¯m just a little withdrawn.
Normally, ordinary people don¡¯t talk to each other, so they can chat with the Chief Secretary when nothing happens.
Every soldier who has just arrived in the cooking class wants to perform well.
No one is stupid. After entering the door and seeing the veterans busy working by themselves, they always approached with a smile and wanted to help.
But without exception, they all met the veteran's cold and emotionless eyes.
This meeting is not that scary, but it makes people feel so hairy that they don¡¯t know how to put it down.
Therefore, there is no need for veterans to chase people away. Every kid who wants to help has a sneer on his face and steps aside in embarrassment.
As time went by, the area where the case was handled became the veteran¡¯s private domain. No one is willing to come forward unless necessary.
Only when lifting the steamer, someone can go over. After all, it is not very convenient for a veteran to lift it with one hand.
But today, the boys in the kitchen were really shocked. The old soldier actually talked to the boy who had just reported it, and kindly asked him to sit in the corner.
You know, that inconspicuous broken stool in the corner has always been an exclusive seat for veterans.
What¡¯s even more incomprehensible is that the new boy stood next to the case with a mean smile on his face, and followed him around in a mess, while the veteran didn¡¯t react at all.
If you don¡¯t understand, you don¡¯t understand. No one can go up and ask.
The gang leaders exchanged glances with each other for a while. Although no one said anything, everything was said without words.
Liu Yi put the four drawers of steamed buns into the steamer, closed the door, drained the water and turned on the timer switch.
The veteran looked at Liu Yi's relatively smooth operation and asked curiously: "Have you ever used it?"
"Well, I worked in the cooking class for a while." Liu Yi replied honestly.
The veteran had a serious expression on his face. He walked to the sink and washed his hands. Then he walked slowly to the corner and sat down on a broken stool.
He took the dry tobacco pot on one side and placed it on his knees, as if he was rolling a cigarette with one hand.
When Liu Yi saw this scene, he quickly put the bag next to the veteran, put his butt on it, and said with a smile: "I'll come, I'll come."
Liu Yi¡¯s grandfather smoked dry cigarettes, and he mastered it when he was four or five years old.
While speaking, he reached out to take the tobacco pot from the veteran's knee, pulled out a piece of cigarette paper, put in the shredded tobacco, and rolled up a "trumpet" with a moderate elasticity in a few clicks.
It didn¡¯t even reach my head. I habitually put the remaining corner of the cigarette paper to my mouth and licked it with my tongue.
With the help of the stickiness of the spit, the last step is completed.
It was only then that he realized what he was doing. He looked at the base of the "trumpet", which was wet with spit, and looked at the veteran with some embarrassment.
The veteran didn't mind at all. He took the cigarette and looked at it in his hand. He seemed to be very satisfied with Liu Yi's craftsmanship.
He directly put the cigarette butt into his mouth.
Liu Yi was heartbrokenHe quickly picked up the lighter and helped the veteran light it.
The veteran took a sip, glanced sideways at Liu Yi, and asked, "Have you been drinking?"
"I drank a little last night." Liu Yi told the truth.
"Didn't you have breakfast?" the veteran asked again.
"I didn't get up." Liu Yi scratched his head in embarrassment.
"The steamed buns will be ready soon, let's eat first." The veteran gestured to the steamer.
"Well, thank you monitor." Liu Yi was indeed hungry and was not being pretentious.
The veteran stopped talking and sat there squinting and smoking.
Liu Yi was too embarrassed to keep staring at others, so he sat cross-legged on his bag and continued rolling cigarettes. After a while, more than a dozen sticks were rolled out.
After stopping, he found Hua Tou: "I'll go to the service center to buy a glue stick. This stick should be soaked with spit for a short time, and it will fall apart easily after it dries."
"No need, just roll it now and smoke it now. It will make the game taste wrong." The veteran casually stubbed out the butt of the cigarette.
¡°That¡¯s okay, I¡¯ll just roll up a few and leave them there if I have nothing to do.¡± Liu Yi immediately answered.
The veteran didn¡¯t say anything, so he acquiesced.
Liu Yi felt happy and licked his face and said, "Squad leader, your skill with a knife is really extraordinary."
¡°Cut a steamed bun, it¡¯s such a waste of time.¡± The veteran sneered.
"You're not serious!" Liu Yi said with an expression that said he didn't want to hide anything from me: "I can tell, that method is not a job of cutting steamed buns."
"Hey, tell me what you saw?" The veteran's tone sounded like he was taking a test.
Liu Yi smacked his lips and said, "Quick and accurate, although it doesn't look cruel, but it's scary steady. And"
Liu Yi understood in his heart, but he couldn't find the right words to describe it in detail.
Subconsciously, he raised his right hand and muttered as he sat down to chop: "When you go down, it looks straight, but it's actually at an angle."
As he spoke, Liu Yi's right hand was hanging in the air, making a saw-like movement, and he said: "It comes again and again, and the force is exactly the same every time.
So, the steamed buns you cut out will not deform at all. "
There was a trace of extremely vague surprise in the veteran's eyes, but there was still a look of disdain on his face.
He reached out and picked up a cigarette from the tobacco bowl, lit it and took a puff.
Exhaling smoke, he said: "That's it? If you go to other stoves and take a look, which steamed bun cutter doesn't do this job?"
"No!" Liu Yi said with certainty: "They may have cut it back and forth. However, the steamed buns cut out are definitely different from yours."
"Why is it different?" The veteran raised his eyebrows.
"I can't say, it's just different."
Liu Yi couldn't say anything, but he still looked confident and confident, which made the veteran laugh.
"Aren't you happy?" Liu Yi was unhappy.
With his right hand, he imitated the movements of the veteran when lifting the knife, and said with a slap in the face: "Your movements of lifting the knife also have work in it."
Liu Yi couldn't tell where the "job" was, but the veteran squinted at Liu Yi's right hand movement.
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