After the first mistake, many ghost officers calmed down a bit.
They looked at the vegetables in front of them and then at the knives in their hands.
They pondered why the situation from before had occurred.
They had followed the captain's demonstrated methods and steps, hadn't they?
Where had they gone wrong?
Recalling the captain's actions, they began to try again.
However, unlike the previous "bold and decisive" and confident attempts,
This time, their movements were more cautious, their thoughts more meticulous.
And then, carefully...
They peeled off a one-centimeter-thick piece of potato skin.
"Success?"
A young ghost officer exclaimed in surprise.
Although it was still far from the captain's results.
But rounding up, he had also managed to peel off the skin.
"Keep up the good work!"
In the same situation, some ghosts rejoiced, while others despaired.
"What the hell?"
Qin Mu looked at the apple in front of him, which, after peeling, was left with only the core.
His eyes widened, and he was momentarily stunned.
As a ghost with a background, a family with resources, and someone who could be called a rich second-generation ghost.
Qin Mu had naturally never held a kitchen knife before.
He had thought that no matter how thick the peel was, he would just peel it off first.
But he hadn't expected it to turn out like this by the end.
After a brief two-second daze, Qin Mu did not give up.
Instead, he examined the core in front of him and began to ponder a new question.
"Can this thing still be julienned?"
After all the effort of peeling, he couldn't just waste it.
As he was contemplating, a dark shadow suddenly attacked from the side.
With a bang, it hit his wrist.
His grip loosened, and the apple core instantly flew out.
"Wait, don't run!"
He instinctively lunged and caught the rolling core.
Then he turned to look at the culprit—
He saw a round, yellow potato roll twice on his countertop.
Where did it come from?
As Qin Mu was thinking, another potato flew from the countertop diagonally in front of him.
It was as fast as a cannonball.
While dodging the potato, Qin Mu couldn't help but shout towards that side.
"Hey, can you be more careful over there..."
As he saw the situation over there, the words in his mouth abruptly stopped.
On the countertop diagonally in front of him.
Was a ghost officer about 1.4 meters tall with soft, slightly curly short hair.
She was petite, and even her White Impermanence uniform was a custom-made small size.
Standing in front of the high countertop, she appeared even smaller.
Qiao Linglong's toes were suspended, floating in mid-air before the countertop.
Holding a kitchen knife in both hands, she aimed at the potato on the cutting board and swung wildly.
Her voice was filled with frustration: "Ahhhh! Why won't it peel!!"
"Peel it for me, ahhhh!"
She struck with precision.
She was wielding the knife like a mourning stick.
Potatoes flew out from her countertop, and nearby countertops were basically "invaded."
Some potatoes were whole, while others were only half.
Half landed on the countertop, and half flew elsewhere.
Thump!
Even Hong Ya, several countertops away, was affected.
"Who is it? Who is it?? Who threw it?"
Hit on the back of the head, Hong Ya looked up and around.
Upon closer inspection.
Good heavens, they were using area-of-effect attacks just to cook.
Was it necessary?
So crazy?
Seeing another piece of potato flying over.
Hong Ya dodged it by tilting her head and then skillfully rummaged through her storage bag.
She pulled out a red megaphone.
—As a ghost officer who followed dramas and novels, she always had so many strange things in her bag.
She pointed the megaphone towards the chaotic countertop and shouted, "Hey, hey, Qiao Linglong, can you hear me?"
"Stop it quickly! Do you hear me!"
"Qiao Linglong! Stop!"
As Hong Ya's voice grew louder, the red megaphone buzzed.
The chaos over there finally came to a halt, and Qiao Linglong stopped swinging her hands.
She looked over with red eyes, her voice pitiful:
"Sister Hong Ya..."
"This potato is too difficult..."
Hong Ya paused and replied, "Potatoes are indeed difficult."
—You've smashed them like this.
"Sister Hong Ya, what should I do... I can't even cut it properly..."
Qiao Linglong sniffled, not knowing what to do.
When it came to cooking, she seemed to have no talent.
As Qiao Linglong spoke, her gaze fell on Hong Ya's countertop.
Seeing the round, peeled potatoes, she looked surprised.
"Sister Hong Ya, you're so amazing?!"
"Not at all, not at all..."
Hong Ya said modestly, "I practiced for a while when I was following dramas."
"It's just average. If you want to talk about amazing, that person is amazing."
"Who?" Qiao Linglong followed Hong Ya's gaze.
She saw Bai Wan on a countertop not far away, methodically starting the fire and putting the shredded potatoes into the pot.
His face was a bit fleshy, and when he usually squinted and smiled, he looked quite amusing.
But now, Bai Wan's eyes were wide open!
Qiao Linglong's small mouth formed an "o" shape.
"Bai Wan is actually this amazing?"
Hong Ya also looked over, "That guy loves to eat the most, and he's quite skilled at cooking.
Look, he's even matching colors, adding shredded green peppers and shredded carrots.
And the steamer next to it contains pumpkin. I just saw him plating."
"Wow~"
Qiao Linglong's eyes sparkled, "Amazing, my brother!"
...
Besides the two of them, the ghost officers around Bai Wan were also basically watching.
Seeing everyone's attention on him, Bai Wan took the shredded potatoes out of the pot and smiled at his teammates with squinted eyes.
"Actually, as long as you control the strength and precision, you'll be fine. Everyone can take their time."
"Mine is also just average. To reach the captain's level of evenly thick and shining shredded potatoes, I still need to practice a lot."
The surrounding ghost officers: "..."
They understood the logic, but they just couldn't do it.
The potatoes were so weak that with a little force, they split in half.
And then cut again, they became four pieces.
Peeling the skin? They couldn't even get to it.
Looking at Bai Wan's relaxed, squinting smile, for some reason... they found his face rather irritating.
They hadn't even finished peeling the skin, and this guy was already cooking.
Cooking aside, he was even plating!
Don't think they didn't hear him say earlier—'This pumpkin is very sweet, it can be eaten as dessert'!
His demeanor was as if he was treating this place as a buffet!
Truly, comparing people leads to death,
Comparing ghosts leads to anger (╬◣д◢)!
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