Yuan Zhou spoke in a very low voice, so low that even Cheng Ying didn't hear him clearly at the side.
"Teacher's father, what are you sculpting today?" Cheng Ying looked at the things placed on the table curiously and felt a little strange.
Cheng Ying had accompanied Yuan Zhou to buy vegetables before. Normally, he would buy rhizome or melon vegetables, which could be sculpted.
But now, on the table that Yuan Zhou usually placed the sculpted ingredients on, there was a section of green bamboo tube, a palm-sized but thick stone and a piece of wood of unknown wood. Even the outer skin of the wood was still on it.
"Sculpting non-food ingredients," Yuan Zhou said.
"Do we have to know how to do that as a chef?" Cheng Ying indicated that she was startled.
"Yes, I do," Yuan Zhou said.
"But this seems to have nothing to do with culinary skills, right?" Cheng Ying said cautiously.
"These can be used to practice wrist strength, wrist flexibility and the control of various soft and hard food ingredients. Moreover, they can be used as utensils for delicacies." It was rare for Yuan Zhou to say such a long sentence.
"But Teacher's father, your sculpting skills are already very, very good," Cheng Ying said sincerely.
"No, I'm still far from that." Yuan Zhou shook his head and thought of the second part of the sculpting skills that he hadn't finished yet.
"Teacher's father, you really have high requirements for yourself," Cheng Ying said with admiration and also sighed with emotion.
"Only in this way can I make progress." Yuan Zhou took the knife in one hand and a bamboo tube in the other, preparing to sculpt.
"Teacher's father, come on. Teacher's father is the best." As a person who was only three years younger than Yuan Zhou but only knew a little bit of western food, Cheng Ying started to cheer for Yuan Zhou decisively.
Yuan Zhou nodded his head and then began to observe the bamboo tube in his hand.
The bamboo joint was located in the middle of the bamboo. It was about the size of Yuan Zhou's wrist. There were two bamboo tubes in total, and there was an obvious light yellow bamboo joint in the middle.
The cut area was very smooth, there were no sawdust, and the outer layer of green was very bright. It felt slightly moist to the touch, so it should have just been cut.
Yuan Zhou squeezed the bamboo tube with his hand to test its hardness. Then, he flipped the bamboo in his hand and looked at it carefully again.
Every time he was faced with a new ingredient or sculpting material, Yuan Zhou would carefully observe it. He would only start sculpting when he had a clear idea of what to expect.
But now, Yuan Zhou observed the bamboo joint for a longer time than usual. After all, this was his first time carving bamboo.
"I'll use the embossing technique to make a container that can be used at both ends." Yuan Zhou's idea gradually matured.
"A thousand years ago, my fellow countryman, Su Shi, said that one can eat without meat, but one cannot live without bamboo. No meat makes one skinny, no bamboo makes one vulgar. Then carve something elegant. " This was the first sentence that came to Yuan Zhou's mind when he picked up the bamboo. Then, he decided what kind of pattern to carve in his heart.
Yuan Zhou held the Miracle Kitchen Knife tightly in his right hand and the bamboo tube in his left hand. Then, he started to cut without hesitation.
When the sharp kitchen knife cut the surface of the bamboo, no sound was emitted. The green bamboo skin was cut off smoothly.
As a matter of fact, bamboo carving was also called bamboo carving. This technique was mainly popular in the south of our country and developed to its peak during the Ming Dynasty. Therefore, two sects were born.
One was the Jinling Bamboo Carving School, which was represented by the Jinling Bamboo Carving School, and the other was the Jiading School, which was represented by Shanghai.
Of course, there were many other sects under these two sects. However, these two sects were the representatives. What the system gave to Yuan Zhou was not only bamboo carving, but also wood carving, stone carving, bone carving and so on.
Therefore, when Yuan Zhou absorbed these skills, he chose the one that was most suitable for him to practice first. That was the carving technique of leaving green.
The carving technique of leaving green was flat carving. This was the technique that Yuan Zhou often used and was most familiar with. The meaning of leaving green was to carve a pattern with a layer of green skin on the surface of the bamboo. Then, the green skin outside the pattern was shoveled away to reveal the bamboo skin. This kind of carving technique was called leaving green.
As Yuan Zhou had used the simple and familiar sculpting technique, he had chosen the most difficult characters to sculpt when he chose the sculpting pattern.
Yes, Yuan Zhou was going to carve the picture of Su Dongpo reciting poems.
"Swish, swish, swish" The green skin of the bamboo slowly piled up under Yuan Zhou's feet as he raised and lowered the knife.
Behind him, Cheng Ying widened her eyes and watched Yuan Zhou's movements seriously.
Carving was a boring thing, or it could be said that practicing any skill was very boring. However, Yuan Zhou was patient and practiced earnestly.
Just like that, two hours passed in a flash. Cheng Ying's feet were numb and she had changed more than ten standing postures. However, Yuan Zhou still maintained the initial posture. He didn't even bend his straight back a little and was still waving the kitchen knife in his hand vigorously.
It was just that the degree of waving was getting smaller and smaller because the carving had begun to come to an end.
"Teacher's father is so awesome. He can sit for several hours casually without changing his posture." Cheng Ying changed her posture again and sighed with emotion inwardly.
"Alas." Suddenly, Yuan Zhou sighed lightly. Then, the bamboo tube was directly thrown into the dustbin under his feet.
"Teacher's father!" Cheng Ying stared at the exquisite bamboo carving in the dustbin and revealed a look of disbelief.
"Oh, it's time to prepare lunch." Only then did Yuan Zhou react and start to tidy up.
"No, Teacher's father, this, this bamboo carving …" Cheng Ying pointed at the bamboo tube with an exquisite pattern in the dustbin and was so excited that she couldn't even finish her sentence.
"It's spoiled. We can't take it." Yuan Zhou said lightly.
"Eh." Cheng Ying was choked.
Cheng Ying could guarantee with her 5.5 point eyesight that the bamboo carving was very perfect. On the carving, a man dressed in a flowing robe was standing in a verdant bamboo forest and looking up at the sky. He was holding a wine glass in one hand and the other hand was behind his back.
At that time, a gust of wind blew over. The robe fluttered and the bamboo leaves fell on the bluestone ground. In the bamboo forest, one could even see half of the crescent moon.
The whole picture was so beautiful that it was just like a painting by Wu Hai. However, such a perfect carving was said to be spoiled by Yuan Zhou.
"You should go back for lunch." Yuan Zhou moved the table and reminded her.
"Oh, yes, lunch. No! Teacher's father said it's not lunch time now. I saw the bamboo carving. It's so beautiful, so exquisite, so perfect. There's no flaw at all! "Cheng Ying nodded her head in a daze and then immediately chased after Yuan Zhou and said.
In Cheng Ying's opinion, the bamboo carving was not only flawless but also perfect. Even if there was a slight flaw, it was the result of her Teacher's father sitting there for two hours. How could it be thrown away just like that?
"A strand of hair is broken." Yuan Zhou put down the table and then said.
"It's just a strand of hair …" Cheng Ying wanted to refute subconsciously, but when she saw Yuan Zhou's serious expression, she swallowed the words in her mouth.
Cheng Ying remembered that her Teacher's father had an obsessive-compulsive disorder. Moreover, it was an extremely evolved obsessive-compulsive disorder.
If Cheng Ying remembered correctly, not long after Yuan Zhou started carving, a strand of hair outside the Confucian headscarf was broken. However, he still finished carving the bamboo carving before throwing it away.
People with obsessive-compulsive disorder were so persistent. Even if they were wrong, they would carve the whole picture before throwing it away.
"Could it be that in this world, only people with obsessive-compulsive disorder can be so powerful?!" Cheng Ying asked.
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