"Clang, clang!"
Fatty Zhu Zhang took the butcher's knife and polished it on the sharpening stick, making the already sharp butcher's knife even sharper.
Everyone stared at him.
At this moment, he was also full of confidence.
What Yao Zhongwang wants to express is very clear.
He just wants to tell me that I am this pig now. He can kill it however he wants, and he can eat that piece of meat if he wants to eat it.
I'm not in a hurry about this.
I'm looking forward to this great show.
But Yao Hu looked at the pig like a cowardly dog, and he had already begun to take over.
Bring in, he himself is the pig.
Fatty Pig Zhang said coldly: "Master, killing pigs is an art. The so-called pig straw bags, sheep heroes, cows' tears rolling in the frame... ha..."
Suddenly, the fat pig roared and roared.
The pitiful roar of the fat pig suddenly stopped, and the entire restaurant fell silent.
Fatty Pig Zhang said proudly: "Master, pigs are just like this. They bark loudly and look strong and tough, but they are the most useless of all livestock.
No matter how much he yelled, he wouldn't even dare to say a word. "
After hearing this, I laughed cruelly.
I knew he was mocking me.
However, I was not in a hurry, but said expectantly: "I really like watching you kill pigs. I also think that your killing of pigs is an art. Enjoy your performance.
Cherish the last performance in your career. "
After hearing my words, Fatty Pig's face became a little frightened again.
He glanced at Yao Zhongwang and felt very uncomfortable.
Yao Zhongwang sneered and said: "If the young master likes it, just perform well and don't scare the young master."
After Fat Zhu Zhang heard this, he spat into his palms and rubbed his hands vigorously.
Staring at me, he showed the knife in his hand.
He said coldly: "Master, do you know what this knife is called? It is commonly known as "锓条子", also known as the knife. This kind of knife, when you stab it in, the blood will flow along the notch.
Eight seconds...eight seconds can kill it. "
With that said, Fat Pig Zhang Yida stabbed the pig's heart with his knife.
With quick eyes and quick hands, he pierced the knife and pulled it out instantly. The pig didn't even react.
Immediately, blood flowed down the wound caused by the knife, like spring water, flowing all over the ground.
The fishy smell of blood instantly filled the air.
I looked at the scene of hot blood flowing, and my bloodthirsty heart made me burst into laughter.
Seeing the pig being pressed tightly, no matter how hard it struggled or resisted, it was all to no avail.
Its life is losing little by little, and the light in its eyes is gradually disappearing little by little.
The artistic sense of the disappearance of life is expressed very intuitively in its eyes.
Very expressive and wonderful.
But unfortunately, this exquisite art cannot be copied.
If you want to appreciate it, you have to end your life.
"It's really a luxurious work of art."
Eight seconds, eight seconds, the pig completely collapsed, and no longer had any strength to resist.
However, those who were holding it down did not let go of it. They still grabbed its chin tightly and wanted to drain its blood before stopping.
until.
"Not a drop left."
What a realistic society this is.
This is how the strong treat the weak. A group of people will press you into hell and stab you to death with a sharp knife. They want to eat your flesh, drink your blood, and squeeze out every drop of your value.
And all you can do is to be pinned down on the chopping block by these pairs of invisible and vicious hands.
Let them slaughter.
Fat Pig Zhang stared at me coldly, took the knife and stabbed it into the belly of the fat pig, but it did not go deep.
It only penetrated three inches into the meat, and then suddenly picked it up.
A gap appeared.
The fat pig presses its stomach, and a beautiful intestine flower bursts out. The colorful pig intestines and small intestines squeeze out from the small gap in an instant, spiraling and entwining, forming a unique and beautiful... Intestinal flower.
I clapped my hands excitedly.
He smiled and said: "Uncle Wu, you are a little behind on this move. Look, this is called professionalism."
After hearing this, Uncle Wu tightened his grip on the Nepali scimitar in his hand.
The eyes are murderous.
Fatty Pig Zhang chuckled, and said coldly and viciously: "This is called the intestine-picking flower. You can't learn it without twenty years of practice. If this knife stabs deep, it will pierce the internal organs.
Once the intestines are broken, feces and water will flow out. The smell is really unbearable.
If you stab deeply and cannot break the fat, the internal organs will not be able to come out.
Only when the heat is up, the knife is not deep nor shallow, just hitting the right place, and the intestine flower will squeeze out by itself without you having to use any force.
Master, are you satisfied with this hand? "
I nodded, clapped my hands, applauded and said, "What an art."
Yao Zhongwang laughed and said: "Killing a pig is the same as killing someone. Master, do you think you can bear it if a fat pig cuts you in the belly like this?"
After Yao Zhongwang finished speaking, he stared at me with extremely vicious eyes.
Uncle Wu held the hand of the Nepali scimitar tightly, ready to move.
I sneered and said, "Don't spoil my mood. There is some food to eat. You should eat it now. Once you are full, you can go on the road."
The corners of Yao Zhongwang's mouth twitched, the flesh on his face was trembling, and his eyes were filled with rage.
At this time, he waved his hand in displeasure and said, "Cut out the meat."
After hearing this, Fatty Pig Zhang stabbed the empty pig belly without saying a word, and then with a sudden pull, the entire pig belly was cut open.
It was steaming inside, but it was empty. All the internal organs flowed along the intestines and onto the ground.
Everyone who saw that scene was stunned, no one dared to speak, everyone seemed to be walking on the edge of death.
But, for me, this picture is really an art.
I have to say that Fat Pig Zhang’s pig-killing skills are really impressive.
Make things that were originally tedious and cumbersome become simple and artistic.
"I would call him an artist."
The razor in Zhuzhu Zhang's hand was very sharp. As he moved around, the body of a pig was dismembered. The pig that was alive just now turned into an empty skin and was divided into pieces. Two halves.
Moreover, he did not use a second knife during the whole process.
He actually split a pig into two halves with just one knife.
The slaughtered pig is spread on the pig's back, and a piece of the most tender meat is cut out with a razor.
He brought the fresh meat to the dining table and placed it in front of Master Jiu.
Yao Zhongwang stared at me coldly and told me fiercely: "This piece of meat is the tenderest meat on the whole pig. There are many ways to eat it. In the past, when pigs were killed, the butcher would take this piece of meat away by himself, and no one would Give."
After hearing this, I looked at the piece of meat. The meat was still trembling, like a living thing. Indeed, it was extremely delicious.
At this time, Yao Zhongwang knocked on the table coldly, pulling my eyes back.
He told me coldly and viciously.
"This piece of meat is you now. I can eat it however I want..."
