Cheng Yu put his hands around the pestle and pointed, "Peel the skin first, then slice it into thin slices."
Song Kuang followed the steps he told. Although the movements were clumsy, he was mostly completed step by step.
"Now press the cut piece to flatten it, clasp it with your left hand, hold the interphalangeal joint against the blade, and move it back while cutting."
"Like this?" Song Kuang put his hands in a posture and turned to look at him.
"Yes."
After getting the answer, Song Kuang stared at the potato slices with all his attention.
Cheng Yu frowned: "It's too slow, you have to move faster. Cut faster, faster, faster..."
"..."
"Fuck." It was cut.
The air seemed to freeze, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.
Cheng Yu: "..."
Song Kuang: "..."
Cheng Yu spoke with some uncertainty: "What did you just say?"
"I cut my hand, it hurts a lot." Song Kuang raised his middle finger, which was stained red with blood, and changed the subject.
The latter's attention was successfully diverted, and he turned back upstairs anxiously.
"Don't touch it yet, wait for me."
The rushing figure disappeared from sight, and Song Kuang breathed a sigh of relief, "Damn, I almost lost my civilization card."
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* They all thought that the other party was a thoroughly civilized person, but in fact they were two sluts who talked about running the gamut.
*Mutual attack
*Contains a small amount of Chaoshan cultural customs (don't go into details)
Mission: Civilization/Freedom/Rule of Law/Patriotism/Integrity/Friendliness
