Qin Yanan was not a dedicated enthusiast of kitchen knives or a collector of whetstones, but she had still prepared whetstones ranging from 400 to 10,000 grit.
"Grit" represented the coarseness of a whetstone. A 400-grit stone was suitable for setting an edge or smoothing out chips, while high-grit whetstones were finer and could polish a blade to a mirror finish.
Liu Chang'an planned to cut the thin end of the pig tail into small pieces about one centimeter long, while slicing the thick end into thin strips.
This kind of preparation required two knives. Liu Chang'an did not intend to force it with his strength; he planned to make full use of the tools, which was an enjoyment in itself.
Qin Yanan could always bring him all sorts of satisfaction. Her cooking was excellent, her kitchen knives were excellent, and of course... she herself was even better.
Liu Chang'an had worked up a slurry on the whetstone and was about to test the blade and start sharpening when Zhu Juntang nudged open the kitchen door and hopped her way over to him.
"Baa!"
Seeing that Liu Chang'an did not even look at her, Zhu Juntang had no choice but to bleat.
Once Liu Chang'an turned his head, Zhu Juntang turned around and presented him with her diaper-wrapped rear.
Liu Chang'an expressionlessly sharpened the knife with force. The knife was not damaged, and the whetstone did not crack, proving that his emotions were stable.
"I'm a little lamb. I want milkies. Tonight, I want to sleep with Qin Yanan," Zhu Juntang said in a syrupy voice.
Sharpening the knife.
Continuing to sharpen the knife.
"I'm a baby. Do you admit that or not?" Zhu Juntang thought she was adorably cute. Whether as a fairy or as a little sheep, she