Komatsu's Love Defense

Chapter 134 Blacksmithing Skills

I gently wiped the sweat off my forehead and looked out the window, only to see the sky gradually becoming dimly lit. In the forging room downstairs, the sound of knife sharpening continued to reach my ears.

I quickly sat up from the bed and began to organize my clothes in an orderly manner. I carefully selected a clean shirt and a pair of comfortable pants, and put them on carefully.

Walking down the stone steps on the second floor, the figure of Melk II gradually came into view. He was concentrating on sharpening the knives in his hands, and every stroke seemed so serious and focused.

"Good morning, Mr. Melk," I greeted warmly, with pleasure in my voice.

Melk II turned around immediately when he heard my voice, with a gentle smile on his face: "Good morning, Chef Komatsu, did you sleep well?"

I recalled the bizarre and absurd dream last night, and I couldn't help but laugh and cry. But I didn't want Melk II to notice that I was different, so I forced a smile and replied, "I slept well...Mr. Melk, are you working all night?"

Melk II smiled at me, his eyes apologetic. "Yes, sorry. Did I wake you up? I have a lot of requests, so I don't have time to sleep."

I smiled softly, my tone full of understanding, and replied, "Ah, that's true. You have so much work to deal with every day."

Melk II looked at me with a hint of warmth in his eyes. He smiled and asked, "Chef Komatsu, I made some soup. Do you want some?"

I nodded happily and responded, "Then I'm welcome!"

I slowly walked down the stone steps and came to the stove. On the stove was a steaming pot with fragrant soup.

I picked up a bowl and carefully scooped out a bowl of hot soup from the pot. The soup was bright in color, with steam rising and an alluring aroma. I held the bowl of warm soup in both hands, blew on it gently, and then brought it to my mouth to take a sip.

As soon as I took a sip of the soup, I felt a warm current flowing through my body, and the taste buds in my mouth were deeply attracted by the delicious taste. The soup was mellow and rich, with a delicate taste, and every taste bud was enjoying this delicious taste.

I looked at the soup in my hand and couldn't help but praise Melk II: "This soup is so delicious, Mr. Melk, your cooking skills are so superb!"

After hearing my praise, Melk II smiled brightly: "Thank you!"

"Okay, let's get to work! There's a lot to do today!" Melk II had a bright smile on his face and his voice was full of enthusiasm.

I raised the corners of my mouth slightly, with an expectant expression on my face, and responded: "Okay!"

Melk II concentrated on selecting a piece of high-quality steel that was tough, pure and free of impurities. He used tongs to pick up the red-hot steel from the furnace and gently placed it on the anvil.

Melk II took a deep breath, swung the heavy hammer in his hand, and began to hammer rhythmically. Each hammering was accurate and powerful, and the crisp sound of metal echoed in the blacksmith shop.

The steel gradually deforms under the hammer's impact, and from a shapeless piece of raw material, the initial outline of the knife slowly emerges.

I leaned forward slightly, staring at the hammering movements of Melk II's hands, and asked curiously, "Mr. Melk, did you start making kitchen knives with Duan Ye?"

Melk II's eyes became more focused, and sweat trickled down his cheeks. "No, I should have started with the preparation of materials, but I can't prepare and capture high-level materials..."

Melk II put the knife held in the pliers into the water. At that moment, the knife trembled slightly in the water, making a slight "hissing" sound. Ripples instantly appeared on the water surface, reflecting the cold and sharp light of the knife.

Melk II stared at the knife in the water, frowning slightly, and said with a hint of frustration in his tone: "Master can do it all by himself... I'm still completely immature!"

I stared at the knife in Melk II's hand, my eyes sparkling with excitement, and exclaimed: "Wow... so amazing! The hardening process of the kitchen knife is really important!"

"Mr. Melk was able to make such a beautiful kitchen knife. You can't tell it's immature at all!" I slowly raised my head and looked at Melk II seriously.

When Melk II heard my praise, he smiled modestly: "Is that so... Thank you!"

Melk II installed a handle on the knife. He carefully selected a piece of wood, carved and polished it carefully, and fixed it on the knife. The perfect combination of handle and blade makes the knife look both practical and beautiful.

Melk II took out a whetstone and gently placed it on the solid workbench. He leaned over and placed the kitchen knife on the whetstone, gently pressing the blade with his fingers, controlling the force just right.

I couldn't help but walk closer and take a closer look at the grindstone. The outer layer of the grindstone is a calm gray, and the surface is covered with fine textures. Its shape is unique and layered, showing a layered structure.

I was full of curiosity, pointed at the grinding stone, and asked Melk II, "Mr. Melk, what is this grinding stone?"

Melk II gently touched the blade with his fingers, stared at the knife intently, and explained: "Generally, whetstones are used to grind the blade in different levels. There are three types: coarse whetstone, medium whetstone, and fine whetstone."

"This natural layered whetstone is a kind of rock that combines the rough texture of a coarse whetstone and the fine texture of a fine whetstone in one, and it can complete all the whetstone processes." Melk II picked up the knife in his hand, his eyes focused and determined.

I looked at the whetstone in front of me with some astonishment, and couldn't help but exclaim: "So that's how it is, there is such a magical whetstone in nature."

Melk II smiled bitterly, and said softly with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "My master was also the one who mined this."

I stared at Melk II, my lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile of undoubted faith: "The person who can perfectly use this grinding stone is none other than Mr. Melk!"

Melk II lowered his head, his eyes revealing a complex emotion: "No, I'm still far behind. The technology of my predecessors is more than this level..."

I was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to comfort Melk II. He lacked confidence so much that he carefully followed the shadow of his predecessor Melk, fearing that he would fall into an endless abyss if he made a mistake.

When Melk finished grinding for the day, the sky had become dark. The sky above Melk Mountain was covered with a light twilight.