At that time, Qin Huai was cutting radishes at Cao Guixiang's house, truly laying the foundations.

Later, when taking online classes, without the master by his side, with no one nearby to guide him, Qin Huai couldn't fully concentrate. Because Master Cao loved to gossip and enjoyed fishing for law enforcement, Qin Huai had to be careful during conversations, paying attention both to the gossip and to not getting too caught up in it.

This directly led to Qin Huai rarely having the opportunity to immerse himself entirely in cutting vegetables, just cutting vegetables, without worrying about his knife posture being corrected by the master beside him, without worrying about making the same mistake repeatedly and disappointing the master, not being too relaxed and chatting while cutting vegetables, as easy and pleasant as a routine day at work.

He was just cutting vegetables.

Very simply cutting vegetables.

Qin Huai held the knife, cutting quickly, his speed increasing, movements standard, clean and sharp, making a neat chopping sound.

The kitchen was very quiet, the broth in the pot did not boil, and the roar of the exhaust fan was not very noticeable at this moment.

Cao Guixiang didn't speak, didn't make a sound, even controlling her breathing to be almost imperceptible, quietly watching Qin Huai cut the radishes, handing him radishes.

The radishes that Zhang Chu had washed clean in the afternoon were piled up in the kitchen, with those that didn't fit in the kitchen stored in the storeroom.

To ensure Qin Huai could cut radishes better, Zhang Chu bought enough for two days in one go.

Qin Huai cut one basket after another.

Time passed second by second, and the radishes turned into shreds one by one.

Initially, Zhang Chu peeked through the kitchen door crack from outside, but later he brought a stool to sit directly at the kitchen entrance, scrolling on his phone while waiting for the basket to fill up, not daring to turn up the sound on his phone.

Half an hour ago, while dragging a basket, he made a bit of noise, earning a fierce glare from Cao Guixiang.

Although Zhang Chu wasn't a chef, he was an excellent carpenter, having apprenticed and learned skills in his early years, thus he could see that Qin Huai was in a really good state at that moment.

In the state often used in fantasy novels called a flash of insight.

Commonly known as being in the zone.

Considering Qin Huai is a master who relies on intuition, making snacks and honing skills for so many years, his zone was super enhanced.

Therefore, Zhang Chu was very cautious, fearing that loud noise would disturb Qin Huai and make him a sinner throughout the ages. To avoid being unable to eat any snacks Qin Huai brings back or being banned from tomorrow's feast and sent fishing instead.

Qin Huai was not aware of any of this; he didn't even know how many radishes he'd cut, just cutting radishes when there were radishes.

Unknowingly, the radishes in the kitchen were all cut up.

The moon outside the window grew brighter.

Cao Guixiang's feet were sore from standing, but she didn't sit, just leaned against the stove, occasionally and cautiously checking the broth she was stewing.

Zhang Chu was tired, muffling his yawns and wiping away tears from the corners of his eyes with his index finger, silently scrolling through videos.

The hour hand on the wall clock had passed 12, and the second hand ticked slowly.

Zhang Chu grew sleepier, yawning more silently, unaware that the short videos of Diaoyu Island Air Force compilations on his phone had replayed 17 times. He was already nodding off in the same posture one might use when dozing off in class.

The basket in the kitchen was about to fill up again.

Qin Huai finished cutting the radish in his hand, reaching for the next.

With a touch, huh, no radish.

Qin Huai turned his head, discovering that Cao Guixiang was already dozing off leaning against the refrigerator.

Turning again, finding Zhang Chu sleeping in the chair, almost snoring.

Qin Huai: ...

Did he tire out the elders?

For a moment, Qin Huai didn't know what to do, unsure if he should wake Cao Guixiang or Zhang Chu first.

Between waking Master Cao and Grandpa Zhang, Qin Huai chose to pick up the last radish on the ground, which was also the last one in the kitchen.

At this point, might as well cut this radish first.

Qin Huai quickly cut the radish.

He didn't know what had come over him, just felt as if he had been cutting radishes forever, cutting radishes, not thinking about anything, not needing to think about anything, just needing to keep cutting radishes, which sliced smoothly, producing beautiful shreds.

He felt that while cutting radishes today, his hands were exceptionally responsive, the knife and the radishes both more obedient than before, resulting in more even, neater, and finer shreds.

Soon, the last radish was sliced.

Qin Huai yawned with some reluctance, rotated his somewhat sore neck, moved his shoulders, twisted his waist, and realized that he indeed had been cutting radishes for a long time, leading to soreness and even stiffness in many parts of his body.

Qin Huai took out his phone, simultaneously reaching out to lightly pat Cao Guixiang to wake her up.

He turned on his phone with his left hand, glanced at the time, paused, with his right hand hovering without tapping Cao Guixiang.

It was now 2:47 in the morning.

Qin Huai vaguely remembered entering the kitchen around 9.

That means he's been cutting radishes for nearly six hours in the kitchen.

Qin Huai looked blankly at the ground, noticing that actually more things had appeared in the kitchen, extra cardboard boxes that didn't belong there. This indicated he might have cut all the radishes in the kitchen, and Zhang Chu had brought in a few more boxes from the storeroom without him noticing.

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