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VOLUME 1 Chapter 14 Washing the Dish and Lighting the Fire

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    And the middle-aged man walked through the crowded hall and arrived at the backyard of the Lanque Tower, and saw an unforgettable scene:

    Next to the well in the backyard are two wooden basins half a person wide. One wooden basin is filled with clean water, and the other wooden basin is full of greasy dinner plates.  The girl I saw before was stepping barefoot on the edge of the two wooden basins. I saw her right foot stretched into the wooden basin filled with clear water and shook, then her left leg stood like a pine, and her right leg was like a bow.  Get off the bridge with your back waist, kick with your right leg, take out a wet cloth towel from the tub, and fly up.  When the center of gravity fell back, the girl stepped on both sides of the wooden basin full of dinner plates, twisted her figure, shifted her center of gravity, and instantly the whole wooden basin tilted to one side, and the dinner plates in the wooden basin fell out one by one, and  The dinner plates seemed to have life, rolling to the ground like a wheel, and they were arranged in a staggered manner, no more, no less, exactly seven.  Then the girl rolled over empty-handed, her toes just caught the falling cloth towel, and landed on the arrayed dinner plates on the ground.  I saw the girl raised her wrists and lowered her eyebrows, lightly stretched her hands, and her feet landed on the dinner plate with wet wipes, like a brush walking around a dragon painting a picture, elegant and vigorous.  Turn, shake, open, close, twist, circle, bend, flowing water and clouds are like flying dragons and phoenixes.  And the dinner plate under the girl's feet, from the ink stains at the beginning, became bright and clean.

    The middle-aged man was also intoxicated by the girl's graceful dance. He couldn't help but stepped forward and picked up the dinner plate on the ground.  The entire dinner plate is smooth and not greasy in the hand, and it can vaguely reflect your own appearance.

    The admiration on the man's expression was beyond words, but, "Oh, beauty is beauty, and it's very clean, but"

    Before he finished speaking, another young man staggered over with a wooden basin of water.  He put the wooden basin on the ground, and the clear water in the basin was still swaying.  I saw him skillfully put away the "scrubbed" dishes on the floor, put them in the tub and washed them again.  The young man noticed the gaze of the middle-aged man, and said, "Boss, we use the most skilled dishwashing technique here. At the beginning, we used the seven-plate technique inherited from the ancient method, using our body rhyme and ingenuity to cooperate with the breath to scrub the dishes.  Plate, ensure that every part of the plate can be touched, and the force is even, and the care of the plate should be done on the largest level. Finally, I will wash it again with clean water, absolutely no stains will be left, and no one will  question."

    As he spoke, Fang Bufan squeezed his throat and changed it into a high-pitched female voice: "Oh, why wash this plate with your feet, how dirty it is!"

    The middle-aged man was amused, and the hot anger just now disappeared in an instant.

    The middle-aged man nodded, and the last bit of worry disappeared, but he still said with a straight face: "This is not bad, it is washed quickly and very clean, but you are so rude, what about the other little boy?"

    Before I finished speaking, I saw a man who was fatter than a middle-aged man coming out of the kitchen next to him. I saw him with a full moon face and oily face, but his excitement could not be contained.  When he saw the middle-aged man, he said, "Old Gao! Where did you find this kid? He is really good at lighting fires. This skill is not comparable to that of all the helpers before!"

    The middle-aged man walked towards the back kitchen curiously, and saw that the little kid from before was squatting intently by the stove, adding firewood to it, and blowing air into it from time to time.  But it's strange to say that when you breathe out, the fire inside immediately burns brightly.

    The chef on the stove also praised excitedly: "Not bad, not bad, this fire is strong enough, and the control is very good!"

    The middle-aged man and Fang Bufan looked at each other, and said: "That's fine, you guys can do the work, but next time you can't just barge in like this! ?
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