"This doesn't mean eating it raw?"

Jianyi asked with a frown.

"Not raw, cooked."

Feng Jiuer put down the sword and said, "Jianyi, practice slowly."

"It's easy to hold a knife and it's easy to control. Use your sword to cut my meat. Have you ever asked the meaning of your sword?"

"As long as it's you who eats it in the end, he won't have a problem with it."

Jian Yi said with a smile.

Others say that the great swordsman who cherishes ink like gold talks a lot in front of Feng Jiuer.

Sometimes, Feng Jiuer would dislike him for talking too much.

He would also make a cold joke from time to time, but Feng Jiuer not only didn't laugh, but also made fun of him.

After this incident, Jianyi became the person who cut the thinnest slices of beef.

However, except for Feng Jiuer, no one else could eat the beef slices he cut.

Jianyi, where are you?

Have you eaten yet?
Chapter completed!