Bab 213: Get on the Horse and You're a Thief (I)

The Headmaster lowered his finger, and looked at the re-boiling pot and the scraps of meat on the chopping-board that were still like a light snowfall and sulkily said, "If I know everything, do I need to act like a panic-stricken stray dog?"

Eldest Brother was cutting the tasty but slightly tough lamb, and then secretly thought with a smile, "Headmaster, are you really this disquieted in life?"

The Headmaster put the bowl and chopsticks on the cutting board, rolled up his sleeves, and easily took the sharp knife from Eldest brother's hand. After several Shua sounds, all the mutton slices were flying in the air and instantly piled up into snowy peaks.