Uesuma Dora glanced at the wooden knife pinched with his right hand, then turned around and continued to say to everyone:

"However, the swordsmanship has always been a result of actual combat. Although I haven't waved it for a year, my strength is still barely overwhelming."

Uesugi Dora held the handle of the wooden knife with one hand and stood under the plaque of "Only My Mind" looking at everyone in front:

"Whoever thinks I am not qualified to give a lecture? You can try this 50,000 yen class fee. I hate trouble and are very real. If you want to challenge me, you can accompany me to the end."

Quiet,

For a moment, the air in the entire Wuxin Pavilion fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, the word arrogance slowly emerged in everyone's hearts.

Some people even no longer care about it and no longer think that Mr. Normal University intends to send someone to fool them.

This is just the innocence of a ridiculous high school student.

Bin Yuehui, who arrived with him, looked at him with surprise.

Swordsmanship is not a joke.

It is something that many people have devoted their lives to!

Who is not sweating profusely in the practice here?

Who is not the one who still needs to train in a thick sword uniform while facing the hot summer days?

Who didn't get defeated by a stronger person in the game and was in a downturn?

With faith, they picked up bamboo swords and trained for several years, and came to Wuxin Pavilion to ask Ba Duan Fanshi for guidance. Why?

It's to grow yourself!

After more than ten years of contact with Kendo, do you still need the guidance of such a young man?

Ridiculous, extremely ridiculous.

If you can't even beat this young man, then these ten years of hard work and hard work will not be wasted on the dog!?

That's a stern sword.

Juyou shook his head at this young man in my heart. Since he was so confident in himself, he felt that he could surpass everyone in this Wuxin Pavilion.

Then, she must suppress this confidence and let the little brother in front of her understand what modesty and upbringing are.

The students in the museum behind him had already started to laugh like whispers.

I pinched the bamboo knife in my right hand, closed my eyes and took a deep breath, ignored the teasing laughter of the people behind me at Uesugi, and then opened my eyes and threw my eyes on him:

"Ju has me, what's your name?"

"Uesumi Tou."

"Very good. It seems that you have a certain relationship with your senior sister, and you should be confident."

"Confidence is a good thing."

I am not too anxious if I am: "Confidence was a good thing at that time, but being too confident was conceit."

"Just saving time." Uesugi's tone became calmer, "50,000 yen is too little."

Juyou took a step forward and bowed slightly, "Then I will ask you some advice, Mr. Dai of Normal University."

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In the kitchen on the other side, Hanamaru Hanai, who had an apron, was patiently watching the production of Shirahara and fruits.

"First of all, we need to use the flesh in passion fruit."

On a small wooden chopping board, Shirahara Qie took out a few passion fruits known as the king of juice, cut them out with a knife, and used a spoon to dig out the yellow pulp with particles.

Passion fruit contains 132 aromatic substances. The juice flows through the moment it is cut, and the fragrance is everywhere.

"Then we took out the thick screen, used this spatula, repeatedly squeezed, massaged, removed the seeds, leaving only the flesh." Shirahara Qiexiang did this step, left the kitchen counter, and walked to the refrigerator.

When Huawan Huahuo saw that only the yellow pulp was left in the bowl.

Shirahara Qie came over with a bowl covered with plastic wrap. After opening it, she scooped out white bean paste with a spoon and stirred it into the flesh of the passion fruit.

The spatula repeatedly scrapes and presses it, mixing the white bean paste and passion fruit pulp together, making it thick and dense.

Immediately afterwards, she turned on the stove and poured passion fruit bean paste into the pot and stirred continuously. Soon after, a square solidified soft cake gradually formed under the push of the spatula.

"What a delicate texture!" Huamaru Hanabu saw the orange-yellow, delicate and smooth passion fruit bean paste, and Xiao said in surprise, "Is that OK?"

"Of course not. At this time, we will use Yamato Taro as the surface part in the middle of the fireworks."

"Hanawa?" Hanamaru Hanawa didn't understand what his sister said.

Shirahara Qiaki smiled and said, "It's the name of this and fruit, ". Isn't it very interesting to make firewood pastries?"

"Yeah?"

Hanamaru Hanabu discovered that everyone likes to mention their names, such as sister, mother, and Joe Jun.

But she doesn't hate this. The word "Fire" has its own meaning.

My father named her Huahuo. I hope she can be as brilliant as blooming fireworks.

There are many steps to make fruits.

The Yamato Taro (yam) behind should be steamed in a steamer, and filter the yam five or six times with a very fine screen until the Yamato Taro particles are closely fitted and become smooth and delicate.

The mesh is too big and the fruit tastes rough, and the mesh is too small and squeezed, which is very tiring.

Shirahara Qiexiang suggested that when trying the fireworks, use a larger screen mesh, which will be much easier.

Hanamaru Hanawa asked: "If the sieve is smaller, the taste will be very good, right?"

"It's very good, after all, the particles have become thinner," Shiahara Qia looked at her wearing an apron, "But, this will be very tiring, because you have to press hard all the time and have to sift and sift five or six times, which will be very tiring."
Chapter completed!