Starting from a short stick, becoming the master of the universe

Chapter 23 Short stick, mastery!
It was completely dark.

Every household closed their doors and windows tightly, and even spoke in a low voice.

Mrs. Chen and her daughter sat at the table eating dinner.

The meal was simple, spicy cabbage and tofu soup.

Lin Yue ate in small bites. Suddenly, she sniffed her nose, looked around, and said, "It smells so good? It seems to be the smell of roasted sweet potatoes."

Mrs. Chen also smelled it and it was indeed the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.

"Mom, is Brother Jiang Cheng roasting sweet potatoes?" Lin Yue asked softly.

The aroma made her suddenly feel that the cabbage and tofu in front of her had no taste.

Mrs. Chen glanced at her, lowered her head and said, "Eat."

"Oh."

Lin Yue responded and just lowered her head when there was a slight knock on the door.

"Mrs. Chen, are you asleep?"

Jiang Cheng's voice sounded outside the door.

The two people in the room were stunned, caught off guard.

The next second, Mrs. Chen stood up and walked towards the door, asking, "Xiaocheng, it's so late, what can I do for you?"

"Mrs. Chen, it's like this. My skill in roasting sweet potatoes has improved, so I specially roasted a few tonight for grandma to try. I also sent two over, and I wanted you and Lin Yue to try them too." Jiang Cheng said.

After the words fell, Lin Yue behind him licked his lips subconsciously.

The aroma of roasted sweet potatoes becomes stronger.

"No need for this."

Mrs. Chen hesitated for a moment and declined, "Just keep it for yourself. We just ate it."

Lin Yue looked a little lonely and lowered her head again.

If you count it, she hasn't eaten baked sweet potatoes for more than a month.

In the past, Jiang Cheng would send food to his mother, but this time, Jiang Cheng was sick and short of money, so even if he sent food, his mother would not accept it.

"Mrs. Chen, I've already baked them, and I baked five at once. If you don't accept them, I won't be able to finish them when I take them back. If I leave them for tomorrow, they won't taste good anymore."

There was no answer from inside the door.

Jiang Cheng sighed, his tone was full of resentment.
"Mrs. Chen, it's fine if you don't want the food I gave you at noon, but you also don't want two roasted sweet potatoes? They don't cost much. To be honest, you're really hurtful by doing this."

Mrs. Chen also realized that doing so was somewhat inhumane.

No matter what Jiang Cheng said, he had good intentions.

"Okay, I'll take it."

After Mrs. Chen finished speaking, she opened the door and saw Jiang Cheng standing there with a large bowl in his hand filled with two golden, steaming sweet potatoes.

The aroma was so fragrant that even she couldn't help swallowing.

"Mrs. Chen, here, I just baked this. My cooking skills have improved recently. I sold more than a hundred more today than yesterday. I expect even more tomorrow."

Jiang Cheng repeated it deliberately and handed the bowl to Mrs. Chen, "Just give me the bowl tomorrow. That's it, Mrs. Chen, go to bed early."

After saying that, he blinked at Lin Yue who was looking at him from inside the room, then turned and left.

Mrs. Chen reacted and quickly thanked him.

Hearing the door closing next door, she locked the door and walked to the table with two roasted sweet potatoes.

Seeing her daughter staring at the bowl, Mrs. Chen smiled and said, "Eat it. Your brother Jiang Cheng gave it to you."

"Mom, you eat too."

Lin Yue whispered.

Then, he picked one up and put it in his bowl. He took a bite and immediately felt a sweetness that went all the way to his heart.

"So sweet and delicious."

She opened her eyes wide and urged her mother, "Mom, you should try it quickly, the sweet potatoes that Brother Jiang Cheng roasted this time are really good."

"is it?"

Mrs. Chen was skeptical.

She feels that no matter who you are, if you eat baked sweet potatoes once every ten days or half a month, they will feel it is delicious.

But after she tasted a small piece of the flesh, she was stunned.

The fruit flesh melts in your mouth, sweet but not greasy, as if all the fatigue of the day has been dispelled.

"Really?" Lin Yue said with a smile: "I think this is the most delicious roasted sweet potato I have ever eaten."

Mrs. Chen smiled and suddenly remembered what Jiang Cheng said when she opened the door just now.

Good at craftsmanship.

We sold more than one hundred yuan today than yesterday.

We will sell more in the future.

"That would be great if that's the case."

She thought so and felt happy for Jiang Cheng from the bottom of her heart.

Jiang Cheng had already returned home and was sitting at the dinner table.

The food on the table, in addition to the previously roasted sweet potatoes, also included braised pork with cabbage, egg custard, and vegetable soup.

Compared to the previous few days, it was a very sumptuous dinner.

"Xiao Cheng, there is still a pound of meat. Grandma will cook it for you tomorrow. Alas, Aunt Chen said she doesn't want anything, otherwise it wouldn't be like this."

The old man sighed.

"Don't worry, grandma."

Jiang Cheng consoled her, "Business has been good these past two days, and it won't be bad in the future. When our lives get better, we can send more things to Chen's family. At that time, Chen's family won't refuse."

"Ah."

The old man smiled.

She was sure that Jiangcheng's skills in roasting sweet potatoes had improved a lot.

The food is delicious and will sell well.

After a while, Jiang Cheng finished eating the plate of meat on the table, and he still felt a little unsatisfied.

After eating another bowl of rice, two roasted sweet potatoes, and a lot of dishes, Jiang Cheng finally burped.

I am full.

"It's not easy."

Jiang Cheng put down his bowl and chopsticks, feeling deeply moved.

After dinner, I washed the dishes and started washing the sweet potatoes.

The two of them were much more efficient. In less than two hours, they had washed over 100 kilograms of sweet potatoes.

"Xiaocheng, go to bed early."

The old man smiled.

"Grandma, I'll exercise for a while."

Jiang Cheng blinked.

He has to set up a stall during the day, so he has time in the morning and evening to practice with the short stick. He just washed the sweet potatoes, which is also a way to digest food. It is easy to get into trouble if he does strenuous exercise right after a meal.

Hearing this, the old man nodded and said, "Don't practice too late."

Several days had passed since Jiang Cheng had practiced with the stick, and nothing had happened. She gradually felt relieved.

Plus, there was some good news tonight, and her mood improved a lot.

The future is full of hope.

"I know. I'll practice for an hour or two and then go to sleep."

Jiang Cheng walked over and picked up the rolling pin.

There are not many experience points left before he can master it. Tonight, he will definitely practice the short stick to the mastery level!
An hour later, Jiang Cheng's clothes were already soaked with sweat.

As the last stick was hit, a large number of memories suddenly emerged in my mind.

Jiang Cheng's body froze in place, as if he was under a spell, and he couldn't move. After a moment, he exhaled.

He lowered his head and looked at the short stick in his hand.

At this moment, he had a familiar feeling that he had been practicing for three or four years.

The mastery of footwork is more profound, and there is also an additional force mechanism.

Chopping, lifting, sweeping, including smashing and pounding, are all basic stick techniques with a short stick. Even combination skills are just more advanced stick techniques.

How to use these basic stick techniques to achieve the greatest power involves the force generation mechanism.

(End of this chapter)