บท 1152: Cheng Cheng's helplessness

Yuan Zhou said in a very light voice, so light that Cheng Han couldn't hear him clearly.

"Master, what are you carving today?" Cheng Han looked curiously at the things on the table and felt a little strange.

Cheng Han had accompanied Yuan Zhou to buy vegetables before. Usually, he only bought vegetables like roots or watermelons. Only such vegetables could be sculpted.

But now, on the table where Yuan Zhou usually placed the carved ingredients, there was a green bamboo tube, a palm-sized but deep stone, and a piece of unknown wood. Even the outer skin of the wood was still on it.

"A non-ingredient type of carving." Yuan Zhou said.

"Do we need to know this as chefs?" Cheng Cheng was shocked.

"I need to know." Yuan Zhou said.

"But this doesn't seem to have anything to do with cooking?" Cheng Yu said carefully.