After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

The second exam for the juniors came as scheduled.

In order not to make the apprentices suspicious, Director Qin came forward and said that he wanted to see their operation process with Master Zhang, and specially took another test.

On that day, Dong Chuanlin and Han Song didn't go to work, and they were going to the test site to have a look.

Dong Chuanlin was the one who was slandered, so it is right to see him.

As for Han Song, after listening to Dong Chuanlin's ins and outs, he insisted on going to see it with him.

Dong Chuanlin didn't want him to get involved, it wasn't a big deal, but he made up his mind to go, and told Uncle Fu early.

"Don't blame me for reminding you if you'll be bored later." Dong Chuanlin nuzzled.

Han Song straightened his collar, "Let's go."

Following the rising sun, the two squeezed into the training room.

When the juniors knew that there was going to be another test and a competition in front of the two principals, they were all shocked and nervous.At this moment, Lu Zhiqing, who was alone in the corner, was huddled together and whispering to each other, still looking deserted.

If it was normal, Chen Suiyang would have stepped forward and turned around by now.But yesterday he got angry, complained all night about those stupid things Lu Zhiming said, and kept annoyed that he took himself too seriously.

No matter how good and proper you do, others may not appreciate it, and they may say bad things about you behind your back.

Dong Chuanlin was more open-minded about this, he was neither angry nor noisy, and should eat and drink.Anyway, it wasn't the first time he was slandered by Lu Zhiming.

Dong Chuanlin and Chen Suiyang are the teachers of the basic courses, and they teach some basic knife knowledge and techniques.

The comparison is not about who cuts the medicine, but the fluency of operation and the proficiency of understanding.

The test this time is the same as before. The comparison is between moistening medicine and cutting medicine. Cutting medicine only needs to be cut into pieces without sticking. It mainly depends on the knife holding technique and sitting posture.

Because it takes a long time to moisten the medicine, for the sake of convenience and speed, the medicinal materials used for cutting the medicine this time were specially moistened by Director Qin last night.There is no one who is more dominant in the medicine that the master handed out.

The game is about to start, and the juniors sit upright in their positions.Lu Zhiqing held Lu Zhiming's hand reluctantly, pouted slightly and shook his head, muttering so hard he couldn't hear what he was talking about.

Lu Zhiming lowered his head and patted him on the shoulder, speaking softly, a scene of warm brotherhood.

If Dong Chuanlin hadn't personally experienced Lu Zhiming's aggressive and motherly style in the past two years, he would have mistakenly regarded the state he saw in front of him as Lu Zhiming's normal state.

When the supervisor took his seat, Lu Zhiming coaxed him to sit down, and then the servant beat the gong.

He stepped back to the viewing area, looked at Dong Chuanlin proudly and proudly with his chin raised and a smile on his face.

Dong Chuanlin, who had been secretly looking at him from the corner of the eye, observed all his actions in detail, and couldn't help being puzzled.

What Chen Suiyang said cannot be false, and Lu Zhiming's flaunting at this moment is also true, so what could be false...

Dong Chuanlin's eyes fell on Lu Zhiqing.

Could it be that he deliberately concealed his strength and set up a joint game with his brother?If this is true, then this thin and fair boy is too scheming.

The more associations, the more nervous my heart became. Dong Chuanlin's hands trembled a little, and the strings in his mind were tensed.

After Supervisor Qin shouted, the younger juniors started to move one after another. Dong Chuanlin stared at Lu Zhiqing with his eyes focused, and clenched his hands into fists subconsciously.

The next moment, the hand that had just been clenched into a fist was picked up, and someone was gently opening his curled fingers, and inserting/inserting forcefully between his fingers, the palms of his hands were tightly pressed against each other.

Dong Chuanlin looked at the hands stuck together, and then looked up at the owner of the hands. The corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile a little. He blinked his eyes twice, then turned back to watch the game.

Most of the preparations have been completed, and those who move faster have already cut the medicine neatly.

No matter how wonderful the other people's performance was, Dong Chuanlin didn't have the heart to watch it seriously. He stared straight at Lu Zhiqing.

Lu Zhiqing moved slowly, there was a "crack-crack" sound of cutting medicine all around, and he was still moving the stool.

It's no surprise that a well-angled stool will be easy to maneuver and be valued.But... His speed is indeed surprisingly slow, and he moves delicately little by little, tirelessly.

After watching for a while, even Dong Chuanlin, who didn't pay close attention to him often, thought this behavior was very strange.

It's not like striving for excellence in order to perform better, but rather like avoiding and silently resisting.

He finally sat down and raised the handle of the knife when the other juniors cut to half the cut.

Dong Chuanlin waited with bated breath.

His cutting speed is also very slow, stopping for a while after each cut, which is a test of patience.

The operation of cutting the medicine was not smooth but it didn't get stuck either. It wasn't as serious as Chen Suiyang said, nor was it worthy of Lu Zhiming's pride.

Gradually, Dong Chuanlin's attention shifted a bit, and he lowered his head to look at the two hands that were close together.

Han Song was probably afraid that he would be nervous, so he used a little strength in his palm, which not only gave him strength, but also paralyzed him.

Dong Chuanlin shook his hand, leaned his head forward: "Don't force yourself, my hand is red from your grip."

As soon as the words fell, the palm of the hand lightened a little, and the wind passed through the gap exposed by the crossed palms, which was so cool and comfortable.

Dong Chuanlin immediately felt happy in his heart, he pressed his palms up and then let them go, playing happily.

The time of the competition was fast, and several people had already completed the task, and the sense of oppression hit instantly.It can be clearly felt that the movements of the rest of the younger juniors have sped up, and the expressions on their faces have become more severe.

Lu Zhiqing was also affected.

His hand holding the knife trembled a little, and began to tremble, and the knife became more and more unstable.

More and more people have completed the task, and when they got up, the movement of the stool was like an alarm bell, and it was pounding heavily.

His mind fell apart.

Lu Zhiqing's hands didn't seem to be in control, the well-endowed knife made a "sizzling" sound when it was tossed, the knife was fast and sometimes slow, and a bellflower was all connected.

There was still the last half of Xiang, and the servant gave a reminder.

It was about to enter the cool autumn, but his forehead was dripping with sweat, and his hands were shaking violently.

Dong Chuanlin glanced at Lu Zhiming, who was equally nervous, stretching his neck and whispering encouragement to his younger brother.

When there was only one point left in Xiang, all the others had finished their operations, and Lu Zhiqing was the only one on the field.

He bit his lip to speed up, but unexpectedly, the hand holding the medicinal material couldn't keep up, his finger was cut, and a piece of blood oozed out, dripping on the knife.

Just a little skin trauma can startle a burst of busy.

Lu Zhiqing was taken to treat the wound, while Lu Zhiming waited anxiously.

Dong Chuanlin and Chen Suiyang looked at each other, and went to Supervisor Qin to say goodbye together.The results are so obvious that there is no need to elaborate.

How embarrassing to quarrel in front of so many juniors.

But some people have unique ideas.

"Stop!" Lu Zhiming yelled angrily, "You two must have tampered with the knife, you are despicable!"

Dong Chuan Lin Mu stopped in his tracks and turned around, stroking Han Song's worried hand away.

Without saying a word, he took a few platycodons on the table, walked straight to the blood-stained knife, sat down and adjusted his posture.

Everyone held their breath, and Han Song was also a little nervous, even more nervous than when he was fighting the enemy himself, and his palms were slightly sweaty.

Dong Chuanlin seemed to feel his gaze, and after holding the handle of the knife tightly, he looked back, his eyebrows were slightly raised, the corner of his mouth was smiling, and his expression was leisurely.

The corners of his mouth moved.

Han Song recognized what he said - "Look at me seriously."

Most of the tense atmosphere dissipated quickly.

Dong Chuanlin's waist was slightly bent, his eyes were fixed on the knife, and when he lifted the knife with his hand, the slender bellflowers turned into thin and thin bellflowers in an instant.

There was a gust of wind outside the window, and the bellflower slices were flying in the air like small yellow flowers.

The floating yellow flowers seem to be celebrating, more like mocking.