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Chapter 1152: Cheng Cheng’s helplessness

Yuan Zhou said in a very light voice, so light that Cheng Han couldn't hear him clearly.

"Master, what are you carving today?" Cheng Han looked curiously at the things on the table and felt a little strange.

Cheng Han had accompanied Yuan Zhou to buy vegetables before. Usually, he only bought vegetables like roots or watermelons. Only such vegetables could be sculpted.

But now, on the table where Yuan Zhou usually placed the carved ingredients, there was a green bamboo tube, a palm-sized but deep stone, and a piece of unknown wood. Even the outer skin of the wood was still on it.

"A non-ingredient type of carving." Yuan Zhou said.

"Do we need to know this as chefs?" Cheng Cheng was shocked.

"I need to know." Yuan Zhou said.

"But this doesn't seem to have anything to do with cooking?" Cheng Yu said carefully.

"These can be used to train the strength of the wrist, the spirit activity of the wrist, as well as the mastery of various soft and hard ingredients. They can also be used as utensils for delicious food." It was rare for Yuan Zhou to say such a long sentence.

"But Grand Master, your carving is already very, very amazing." Cheng Yu said sincerely.

"No, I'm still far from it." Yuan Zhou shook his head and thought of the second volume of the sculpting skill that he had not found yet.

"Grandmaster, your expectations of yourself are really too high." Cheng Cheng said with admiration and emotion.

"Only in this way can I improve." Yuan Zhou started to hold the knife in one hand and a bamboo joint in the other, preparing to sculpt.

"Go, Grandmaster, you're the most powerful." As a salted fish who was only three years younger than Yuan Zhou but only knew a little western food, Cheng Han started to cheer for Yuan Zhou decisively.

Yuan Zhou nodded his head and then started to observe the bamboo joint in his hand.

The bamboo joint must be the middle part of the bamboo. It was as thick as Yuan Zhou's wrist and was made of two bamboo tubes in total. In the middle of the two bamboo tubes was an obvious light yellow bamboo joint.

The cut was very flat and there was no wood shavings. The outer layer of green was also very bright and it felt slightly moist to the touch. It should have just been cut off.

Yuan Zhou pinched the bamboo tube to test its hardness. Then, he turned the bamboo joints one by one and looked at it carefully again.

Every time Yuan Zhou faced a new ingredient or sculpted one, he would observe carefully and only start to sculpt when he had a clear idea of what to do.

Now, Yuan Zhou observed the bamboo joint for a longer time than usual. After all, it was his first time sculpting bamboo.

"Use the method of embossed to make a container that can be used at both ends." The thought in Yuan Zhou's mind gradually matured.

"A thousand years ago, my fellow-townsman Su Shi said that one can eat without meat, but one can not live without bamboo. No meat makes one thin, no bamboo makes one vulgar. Then we'll carve something more elegant. " When Yuan Zhou picked up the bamboo, the first thing that appeared was this line of the poem. Then, he decided in his heart what kind of pattern to carve.

Yuan Zhou held the miracle kitchen knife tightly with his right hand and the bamboo tube with his left hand. Then, he started to cut the knife without any hesitation.

When the sharp knife cut the bamboo, it didn't make a sound at all. It successfully separated the green bamboo skin on the surface.

In fact, bamboo carving was also known as bamboo carving. This skill was mainly popular in the South of our country, and it developed to its peak in the Ming Dynasty, and two schools were born.

One faction was represented by the Jinling bamboo carvings, while the other faction was represented by the Jiading faction, which was represented by Shanghai.

Of course, there were many other sects under these two major sects. However, with these two sects as the representatives, the system not only gave Yuan Zhou bamboo carvings, but also wood carvings, stone carvings, bone carvings, and so on.

Therefore, when Yuan Zhou absorbed these skills, he chose the most suitable one for himself to practice first, that was, the carving technique that left a Green Mark.

The carving technique that left a Green Mark on the bamboo was flat carving. This was the technique that Yuan Zhou often used and was also the most familiar with. The meaning of leaving a Green Mark on the bamboo was to use the green skin on the surface of the bamboo to carve a pattern. The green skin outside the pattern would be removed and the bamboo skin would be exposed. This kind of carving technique was called leaving a Green Mark.

As he had used the simple and familiar sculpting technique, Yuan Zhou chose the difficult character sculpting method when he chose the pattern.

That's right. Yuan Zhou was preparing to sculpt Su Dongpo reciting a poem.

"Shua, shua, shua." The green skin of the bamboo was slowly piled up by Yuan Zhou's feet as he raised his hand and cut the bamboo.

Behind him, Cheng Han opened his eyes wide and watched Yuan Zhou's movements seriously.

Sculpting was a boring thing, or in other words, practicing any skill was boring. However, Yuan Zhou was patient enough to practice it seriously.

Just like that, two hours passed by in a flash. Cheng Han's legs were so numb that he had changed more than a dozen standing positions. However, Yuan Zhou was still maintaining the same posture as before. His straight back didn't even bend down a bit and the kitchen knife in his hand was still waving vigorously.

However, the range of his movements was getting smaller and smaller, because the carving was already reaching its end.

"Grandmaster is really amazing. He just casually sat there for a few hours without changing his posture." Cheng Cheng changed his posture again and sighed in his heart.

"AI." Suddenly, Yuan Zhou let out a sigh and then the bamboo tube was thrown into the trash can at his feet.

"Grand Master!" Cheng Cheng stared at the beautiful bamboo carving in the trash can in disbelief.

"Oh, it's time to prepare lunch," Only then did Yuan Zhou react and start to clean up.

"No, Grandmaster, this, this bamboo carving ..." Cheng Yu pointed at the bamboo tube in the trash can with an exquisite pattern. He was so excited that he couldn't even finish his words.

"The Condor is broken, I can't take it." Yuan Zhou said indifferently.

"Um." Cheng Cheng choked.

Cheng Cheng used his excellent vision of 5.5 to guarantee that the bamboo carving was perfect. On it, a man in an elegant robe was standing in the green bamboo forest and looking up at the sky. He had a glass of wine in one hand and one hand behind his back.

At this moment, it was as if a gust of wind had blown over. His long robe fluttered, and the bamboo leaves fell on the bluestone floor. In the bamboo forest, one could even see the shadow of half a bright moon.

The whole picture was as beautiful as Wu Hai's painting, yet Yuan Zhou said such a perfect sculpture was broken.

"You should go back for lunch." Yuan Zhou reminded her while moving the table.

"Oh right, lunch, no! I saw the bamboo carving. It's so beautiful, so delicate, so perfect, and there are no flaws at all!" Cheng Cheng first nodded his head blankly and then immediately followed Yuan Zhou and said.

One had to know that in Cheng Cheng's opinion, this bamboo carving was not only flawless and perfect, but it also had a tiny flaw. However, this was the result of his Grandmaster sitting there for two hours. How could he just throw it away?

"A strand of hair is broken." Yuan Zhou set down the table and then said.

"It's just a little hair ..." Cheng Han wanted to refute subconsciously, but when he saw Yuan Zhou's serious expression, he swallowed his words back.

Cheng Yu remembered that his Grandmaster had an obsessive-compulsive disorder, and it was an obsessive-compulsive disorder caused by an ultimate evolution.

If Cheng Cheng remembered correctly, not long after Yuan Zhou started to sculpt, a strand of the hair outside of the Confucian hat broke. But he still finished the bamboo sculpture and threw it away.

The obsessive-compulsive disorder was so persistent that even if it was wrong, it would be thrown away after the whole picture was carved.

"Could it be that only those with OCD can be so powerful in this world?!" Cheng Han asked.

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