When master Cheng received the box and heard Yuan Zhou's words, he instantly felt the weight of the wooden box. However, he still felt a little stressed when he held it in his hand. In the circle of chefs, there was a special meaning for a master to give his apprentice the knife he used before.
"Master, don't worry. I won't bring shame to this blade." Master Cheng said firmly.
"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded his head. After thinking for a while, he decided not to say the name "spirit swimming knife." What if Zhao Mei had also seen "little master of China" before?
Chairman Zhou and Zhang Yan seemed to have something to talk about, so they went their separate ways. Master Cheng drove Yuan Zhou back to Taoxi road first and then returned home.
Thirty minutes later, he opened the door and rushed into the house.
"Dad, why did you come back so early today?" The one who asked was naturally Cheng Cheng.
