"Thud thud thud~"
Wu Wenyue wielded twin knives, her eyes unblinking, chopping at the slices of meat laid on the cutting board. She chopped from east to west, giving it a hundred and eight chops, then from south to north, another hundred and eight chops, crisscrossing the minced meat. The gleam of the knives was fierce yet graceful, and the small pile of meat slices gradually turned into minced meat...
Zhao Qingge watched with a cold eye: "Nice knife skills, but don't you have a meat grinder?"
"Nope." Wu Wenyue replied cheerfully, stopping her knives. With a clang, she struck the knives together, flinging the sticky meat off the blades back onto the cutting board. Then she picked up the knives to continue chopping.
The sound of the knife hitting the board had a rhythm, prompting Wu Wenyue to hum a tune.
She had heard the conversation of the three people in the restaurant just now, about not daring to dream, about surrendering with a white flag... Good news, good news!
