Chapter 44 Manipulation

Cut into symmetrical filaments, this is the idea in Luo's head.

The transparent sphere in the palm of the hand covered the potatoes. After a while, the twilight disappeared, and the potatoes on the cutting board remained motionless.

Knowing that the ability must have taken effect, Luo reached out and fiddled with the potatoes, only to see that the potatoes were immediately divided into several irregular pieces and poured on the cutting board.

"..."

Looking at this scene, Luo clicked his tongue and was speechless.

Obviously it was the idea of ​​shredding, but what was presented was potato pieces randomly divided by a few knives. This result was too different from the idea.

At this moment, Luo realized that his control power was terribly weak, and he was unwilling to do so. He took another potato and put it on the cutting board, and peeled it first...

In the white light, the skin of the potato was slowly peeled off by the hand of God, which took about the same time as the first potato just now.

It's a pity that there is no second timer. If you practice a lot, you can only rely on your feeling to judge whether you have improved.

After peeling, Luo used God's Hand again on the intact potatoes on the cutting board.

hiss…

In the slight noise, not only the potatoes were divided into several pieces, but even the thick wooden cutting board underneath suffered.

Luo didn't notice that the cutting board was also affected. He frowned at the failed potato, pushed it aside, and took another potato from the side.

Peel, shred…

Repeatedly, after trying more than 20 potatoes, Luo Cai felt tired. After a long sigh, he sat down on the ground and lay back on the ground, panting slightly.

"how so…"

Luo silently stared at the ceiling.

More than 20 potatoes can be peeled successfully every time, but it takes a long time, and the shredded potatoes are finished quickly, but the worst is to divide them into several pieces, and the best result is more than a dozen pieces.

In this case, not to mention shredded, even sliced.

Luo frowned slowly, not knowing what went wrong to become like this.

After awakening the Hand of God, it was used against the enemy for the first time. The idea at that time was to directly dig out Cook's heart and cut off Cook's wrist.

The hand of God complied with his own will and indeed succeeded in separating Cook's heart and wrist. Since it is so easy to succeed in targeting people, how can it be so difficult for mere potatoes.

What is the difference between the two…

Luo slowly closed his eyes, thinking about the difference between the two while recovering his exhausted physical strength.

Thought control? The quality of the target? Number of targets?

If there is a difference, quality is one aspect, but when it comes to handling power, the key issue should be...quantity!

If a potato is to be shredded, it is necessary to divide an overall goal into countless parts, so does it increase the difficulty of the operation? But in terms of quality, the hardness of potatoes is far inferior to Cook's body with a small amount of air wrapped around it.

That is to say, to make good use of the ability of God's Hand, at least one must be able to control Qi freely.

The current God's Hand is like an untamed king of beasts, mighty and brutal, but will not obey Luo's orders.

Also like a robot with thirty complex instructions, Luo can issue one instruction within one second, but it is difficult to issue ten, twenty, or even thirty instructions in a specific order within one second. Far from it.

"Although I really want to try again, but the energy is almost exhausted, and... I seem to be a little complacent."

Luo Chang let out a breath, turned his head to look at the hills gathered in the corner, and smiled wryly involuntarily.

Defeating a scholar like Cook as an immature beginner, and deflated Hisoka with the hand of God, seemed to make him a little complacent.

As Cook said, Luo is just a rookie who can't even use tangling proficiently. However, Luo can awaken the ability of thinking under such unsolid foundation conditions, whether it is his innate talent or the white smoke font. credit.

These are things that belong to Luo, and they are also the starting line and advantages that Luo far exceeds others. If you don't work hard to cherish them, you will lose everything sooner or later.

"There are still three or four months."

Luo patted his cheeks, got up and stood up, looking at the more than twenty ruined potatoes beside the stove, he could only say sorry to Wo Jin and the others in his heart.

Originally, I was going to make fried bacon with shredded potatoes, but now I can only cook bacon stewed with potatoes, a dish that touches the threshold of darkness.

Luo glanced at the middle-aged fat man who was still lying on the ground without moving. He didn't want to pull out the kitchen knife, so he lit firewood and started cooking.

The materials that can be used are pitifully small, almost all of them are potatoes cut into irregular blocks, and the smoked meat that Luo uses the little gas left to cut into blocks.

There are not many accessories and seasonings, everything is simple, just control the general taste, the main thing is to stew the potatoes.

Luo's hands-on efficiency was good, and he quickly completed the steps of frying the white pepper and smoked meat in oil, adding potatoes to the water, then adding seasoning, covering the pot, and waiting for the potatoes to simmer.

After finishing all this, Luo didn't bother to look at the heat. Using this time, he recalled the process of cutting more than 20 potatoes with God's hand.

From the first to the last, there is progress, but it's not obvious, and it's both good and bad.

Where is the difference between doing well and doing badly?

Find out this point and strengthen the training. However, Luo's training times are limited after all. No matter how hard he recalls, he still can't find an accurate direction.

"Take a rest after eating, and continue exercising after your breath recovers. It's just that you can't use potatoes anymore. You can try using stones."

Luo let out a breath and made a decision.

Time passed little by little, and the aroma of potatoes stewed with smoked meat slowly wafted out.

Luo lifted the lid of the pot, and at a glance, he judged that the potatoes were rotten. He rubbed a little salt with his fingers and scattered it in the steaming pot. .

At this time, Luo glanced at the middle-aged fat man lying on the ground, thinking that he hadn't woken up until now, and he might be stuck in the kitchen next time.

Luo shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, found the bowls and chopsticks, and filled a large basin with a lot of rice, then dropped a handful of banknotes by the cutting board, and left the kitchen.

When he delivered the food to the ward as fast as he could, the resentful gazes of the Madges met him.

"what…"

Luo put the food on the table and explained seriously: "I'm lost."

In fact, getting lost is one thing, and the real reason is to use potatoes to exercise control.

Ma Qi glanced at Luo with a look of "you will be a ghost if you believe in you", and then picked up the bowl to serve the rice.

Regardless of his injury, Wo Jin got out of bed and walked to the table. He also took a bowl of rice and began to eat.

Nobunaga was dumbfounded when he saw this, and said, "Hey, serve me some."

"What's the hurry, this is... hmm?"

After taking a bite of potatoes, Wo Jin stared at him, made a surprised sound, and then subconsciously looked at Ma Qi beside him, who also looked at him at this time.

After the two looked at each other for a while, they suddenly speeded up the speed of grilling rice and sandwiching potatoes in a tacit understanding, as if they had forgotten Nobunaga.

Luo took the first step to fill up the portion, stepped aside and ate silently. This dish that almost entered the threshold of dark cooking, he would not gobble it up like Madge and the others.

"Hey, can you stop worrying about eating and get me some?"

Nobunaga was dumbfounded seeing Wo Jin directly ignoring him.

Luo smiled when he saw this, and felt that this scene was really interesting, maybe it was... subverting the impression.

"If Wojin and Nobunaga's injuries recover faster, there will be no shortage of sparring players before September."