Chapter 748 Instead of Cutting up the Mice, Let’s Cut up the Mutton!

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"Oops! It's crooked again!"

Bernard held the sword in both hands and raised it to his chest, sweating profusely as he cut the mouse. A mouse, not counting the 12 centimeters long tail, is 120 millimeters, and he has to cut it with 240 knives...

The knife should be vertical, not slanted, not crooked, or slanted. Don't let it slip halfway through the cut, and then some scum will fall out.

But he couldn't complain. After all, the boss may have a better plan, but in order for him to advance, he still spent a huge amount of money to buy a long sword. 500 contribution points!

According to the prevailing exchange price of the Parliament, it is equivalent to 2,000 gold coins!

The food exchanged for 2,000 gold coins was sent to the wilderness, which was enough to feed his tribe for several years. Even if you buy wine, you can buy hundreds of barrels!

It just hit him...

There is no reward but hard work. Bernard tried his best and was sweating profusely, and his arms were covered with tiny beads of sweat.

It was clearly only 20 degrees in the Mage Tower, but Gretel was still not too hot wearing a jacket. His single-shirt vest was completely soaked with sweat.

After cutting it, I saw that it was all messed up, some were thick and some were thin, and the cross-sections of some pieces were obviously triangular. As for the quantity, 240 pieces or something, sorry, it doesn’t exist.

He sighed and was about to sweep the mice into the trash can. Gretel quickly shouted:

"Wait! Leave it! I have to look at it under the microscope! Come on, take this mouse and cut it up first..."

The one just now was quickly frozen, but this one was quickly drained of water using [Thirst Touch]. He wanted to take a closer look at what changes the two magics caused, and what the differences were under the microscope and CT!

"What, you still have to continue cutting up mice..."

Bernard vomited blood.

Then, the first time he struck with the sword, it was cut crooked on the spot. The previous mouse was frozen and crispy when cut; this one is just dry, with a dry and fluffy skin that crumbled with force...

"Uh... I cast the spell too much..." Gretel quickly came over to clean up the mess:

"The water is extracted too dry, and the tissue is close to carbonization, making it easier to break... I'll do it again, do it again..."

Really, so formalin dehydration and fixation is more reliable, at least it won’t dehydrate the hair and remove it too much. ——By the way, when Master Norwood comes back, should we let him prepare the formaldehyde?

He changed three mice, finally found the right casting strength, and produced a dehydrated version of the mouse. With a grimace, Bernard continued to cut and cut, cutting and cutting in a fit of excitement. The quality this time was obviously not as good as the last time.

"Boss, can I stop cutting up the mouse?"

"...Have you had enough exercise today?" Gretel was very talkative, staring at the microscope and answering without raising his head:

"Take a break when you've had enough. To practice this, you need to use your body as well as your brain. Think, summarize, remember the feeling of exerting force, and concentrate your energy..."

"No, boss, what I mean is, can I cut it into something else? Even a leg of lamb! It's edible at least!"

"...but the leg of lamb is much bigger than a mouse! The cross-section is so much larger, is it easy to cut?"

"It's so good! It's so good!" Bernard nodded vigorously and hit his chin on his chest, almost making a crisp sound:

"That's a leg of lamb! How can it be difficult to cut!"

"...Okay, then you can cut the leg of lamb. -Wash that sword clean! Wipe it with alcohol several times!"

"Okay! Boss!"

The savages galloped away. After a while, in front of the experimental table, I remembered the sound of cutting.

Gretel: "..."

"MOSS, get some big bones and make a pot of good soup... tomorrow we will eat hotpot mutton..."

Alas, I don’t know if Bernard can cut enough mutton to eat alone after being busy all day?

But to Gretel's surprise, under the temptation of food, the barbarian exerted 200% of his combat effectiveness.

The tiger's eyes were bright, staring at the frozen leg of lamb in front of him, with his shoulders square and his body straight, his back straight. His hands were holding the sword tightly, and the veins were no longer exposed and his fingers were bloodless.

Moreover, the spirit is more concentrated, calm, and the knife is struck more steadily. There is no irritability, depression, or frustration of failure.

If the cut is crooked, cut it again; if it slips, cut it again -

"It won't be wasted anyway!" Bernard answered him:

“You can eat it even if it’s cut crookedly, you can eat it even if it’s chopped into small pieces!”

...So for barbarians, only food is the best reward mechanism?

Gretel cursed silently. But the next day, when I saw the boiling snow-white bone soup and the plate after plate of thinly sliced ​​frozen lamb shanks, these slanders rose to the sky with the fragrant hot soup and disappeared.

"Boss, let's eat!"

"...Wait a minute, how many legs of lamb did you cut last night?"

"Hehe, hehehe..."

Gretel could only say that cutting a leg of lamb was indeed different from cutting a mouse. Look at Bernard's enthusiasm. There are two racks of mutton plates. You didn't work all night yesterday, did you?

Well, when it comes to cutting mutton for hot-boiled meat, how should it be cut? Cut horizontally or vertically?

No matter what, eating hotpot mutton is important!

He grabbed a plate of meat and poured it down. He watched the bright red mutton quickly turn gray, curled up, and floated up and down in the bone soup. Well, no rush, no rush, it usually takes a minute to boil mutton, and you have enough time to adjust the sauce...

Grete leisurely took a small bowl, poured peanut butter, sesame oil, chopped wild onions, various sauces he liked, and stirred them up. Hey, it's a pity that there is no soy sauce, let alone oyster sauce. Can someone find a way to cook the liver some other time?

Bernard was much more heroic. A big spoonful of peanut butter, a big spoonful of olive oil, a big spoonful of minced chili pepper, a big spoonful of... It all adds up to a big bowl. If it's Grete, just give him this bowl of sauce. , you don’t need to eat mutton to feel full.

Grete tried hard to look away from the big bowl. It flew out of the mage's hand and formed a large, sparse net. He fished it out of the soup like a scorpion, stuffed it into a bowl and stirred it a little:

"..."

It's over. The mutton is overcooked and tastes numb in your mouth. It has no taste!

"Boss, this mutton is cut too thin, it will be picked up soon..."

Bernard muttered and quickly poured down several plates of mutton. He moved so fast that Grete felt dizzy, brushing, brushing, brushing, turning over the red mutton and the white bottom of the plate, the red mutton and the white bottom of the plate.

If I hadn’t paid attention, I would have thought it was a flashing neon light.

The colander then stretched out. He stirred the soup pot lightly and brought up a large spoonful of mutton slices, along with the soup, and poured it onto Grete's plate. The aroma was overflowing.

"Boss, eat!"

...Looking at your proficiency, you couldn’t have secretly cooked a pot during the day, right?

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