"Hey, how could you use my knife like that!"
Seeing Lin Fan cutting lamb with her treasured knife, Han Peipei immediately rushed over.
"This roasted lamb is meant to be cut with a knife, the one left by the chef isn't sharp enough, this one works well."
Lin Fan picked up the knife and gestured with it, and the lamb immediately came apart.
"Nonsense, do you know what this knife is for? It's for killing people, not for eating lamb!"
Seeing the knife handle smeared with lamb fat, Han Peipei shouted with clenched fists.
"Don't be so excited, a knife is just a tool. When a warrior holds it, it is a weapon for killing enemies; when a chef holds it, it becomes a treasure for butchering. When you hold it, it can kill. When I hold it, I can't even kill a chicken and can only cut dead things. Don't even give me a small knife, even if I had the Dragon Slayer Blade in hand, do you think I'd have the guts to kill someone? If you think it's a waste in my hands, I'll give it back to you."
