Villa backyard.

"Raise your arm a little, and the way of exerting force is also wrong. When attacking, your wrist should be stretched, otherwise it is your own joints that will be injured." Qin Ze, wearing fists in both hands, pointed out the mistakes in his moves and strength while resisting Li Donglai's fierce attack.

Over the past half month, Li Donglai's performance has improved significantly, but compared with the daily progress in fighting, it is insignificant. When Qin Ze first met this boy, he had no rules except for his ruthlessness. He was a typical gangster.

After this period of hard training, Li Donglai became a gangster with several hands. Use the words of immortal Xia Liu: factotum disciple.

"Fighting is also an art, which can be viewed from a scientific perspective. We usually say that" the only martial arts in the world is fast, but not broken "," one force reduces ten skills "can be analyzed and explained by mechanics. The so-called martial arts secret script is simpler. I divide it into three steps: practice your body, practice your moves, and return to nature. " Qin zechunchun taught his registered disciples.

"Why don't you say that the golden elixir Yuanying turns into a God and flies up." On the steps a few meters away, peiziqi's cucumber bit crunchy, rolled his eyes hard, and his delicate white face was full of disdain and disdain.

There was no need for the master Qin Ze to speak. Li Donglai scolded, "outsiders are the most taboo in martial arts practice. If you understand the rules, get out of here."

Pei Ziqi rolled his eyes again and muttered, "crazy, crazy."

As soon as I turned around, I twisted my little ass and walked back to the living room.

As soon as the sister left, Li Donglai immediately flattered with a smile: "master, you continue."

Qin Ze nodded with satisfaction and continued to ridicule: "to simplify, practicing body is to fight and endure the body. Without strong physical support, no matter how much the routine is practiced, it is also a fake. Our great leader said that the body is the capital of revolution."

Li Donglai nodded repeatedly, "it's reasonable and reasonable. I feel that my body is in good condition these days. Dantian has the power of flood and famine."

"Fortunately, it's not burning silence and evil spirit. Otherwise, as a teacher, I will spend my skills to dredge the meridians and guide the pulse for you." Qin Ze continued to talk nonsense: "practice moves, as the name suggests, is to practice routines. For example, when you have a math class, the teacher will give you the formula first. Formula is a routine. As long as you master this routine and practice hard, you can become a master."

"The master is the master. It's easy to combine martial arts and mathematics. The disciple is far less than it." Li Dong said.

"But even if the students master the mathematical formula, they still can't get all the results in the exam. They get full marks and fail to pass the exam. Why?"

"Why?" Li Donglai completely followed the master's idea.

"Stupid, because Xueba devotes himself to the massive exercise library. In other words, Xueba is fighting with all kinds of enemies, accumulating experience, and finally achieving the realm of winning without moves."

"I see, so practice makes a real chapter. Our chivalrous men should travel around the world and fight with all kinds of people."

"I'm very glad that you have this understanding."

Li Dong opened his mouth and hesitated, "brother Qin, can we change our way of speaking? I feel so ashamed."

Qin Ze had a "master" addiction, and felt satisfied. He kicked Li Dong's ass: "get out and do exercises. I've taught you for so long, but you just raised your score from 30 points to 50 points. What I want is to pass, pass!"

Peiziqi was sitting on the leather sofa, holding a cucumber in one hand and a remote control in the other, but his eyes glanced at the backyard, and the corners of his mouth cocked up: "two neuropathy."

At 11 a.m., Qin Ze looked at his mobile phone and got up and said, "it's almost time. That's all for today. I'll go first."

Without waiting for the stunned apprentice Li Dong to stay, he picked up the bag beside the bed and rushed out of the door.

In the living room, Pei Nanman came back with two bags of fresh fruits and vegetables. "Let's go after lunch."

When Mrs. Pei was at home, she was still a lady and gentle.

Qin Ze's face changed slightly, and he piled up a warm smile: "too disturbing, I'll just go out to eat myself."

Pei Nanman smiled faintly: "don't bother, I'll cook your quantity together. By the way, Xiao Qin, are you used to eating spicy? Your local people taste sweet."

Completely ignored my words... Qin Ze reluctantly laughed, "most people who like sweetness are the older generation, and not all people in Shanghai stock market like sweetness, so I don't like it."

Pei Nanman nodded seriously and handed the fruit to peiziqi, "go and wash the fruit."

He carried the vegetables into the kitchen.

Peiziqi looked down at the ignorant guy and snorted, "I don't know how many people want to go to my dinner table, but they can't."

Qin Ze sighed: "every time I finish the dishes cooked by sister Pei, I always feel something is wrong."

It can't be said to be tasteless. It must be tasteless. Most importantly, pernaman can make a perfect ingredient into a dish with a barely palatable taste.

That's great.

For example, if you slip a circle of delicious seafood in her pot, you can taste river fish. Silver cod, famous for its delicate meat, has a bit of the taste of dried tofu.

I really doubt how she did it.

Peiziqi's small face was bitter. "It's not delicious. She also enjoys going home to nurse her children. No matter how busy she is, she has to take time to cook for us. When she is in a good mood, she smiles and asks: how about the food I cooked today! You want me to cook it for you in the evening!"

Qin Ze recalled that it seemed that when he stayed in the villa for dinner for the first time, he gave 108 compliments without conscience.

No wonder she always keeps me for dinner with such enthusiasm.

"She was intoxicated with herself and didn't recognize herself." Qin Ze concluded.

Peiziqi twitched at the corner of his mouth, "if you have the ability, go to my aunt and say it."

"Haha, let me save your aunt's fragile three outlooks. Positive reality is an urgent matter." Qin Ze was slightly excited. Pei Nanman's little quirks not only damaged her image, but also became more vivid.

Qin Ze has always felt that a too perfect woman is too illusory, forgetting which middle school fantasy flow novel has such a sentence: the sun will shift, and the moon will fall. Imperfect women are more reassuring. For example, the fox sister at home, her figure and face are perfect. But her character was too bad, so she lived heartlessly until now.

If my sister is gentle, generous, knowledgeable and reasonable, she may be jealous of her beauty.

Li Donglai happened to come down from the second floor. Hearing the conversation between his sister and the master, he was startled. He aimed at the kitchen with the clattering of washing vegetables and lowered his voice: "brother Qin, don't be impulsive. If you say to her face that my aunt's cooking is bad, she will turn her face."

Pei Ziqi nodded with deep sympathy, shook his head again and again, and urged, "no, no, my aunt is very generous, just go."

Li Donglai glared at his sinister sister.

Qin Zexin said, you haven't seen my rebellious cooking skill of easily catching two women's stomachs. But Li Donglai's cautious words broke Qin Ze's confidence. Li Dong said, "my aunt is confident in her cooking fans. The chef of a five-star hotel cooks himself. My aunt's evaluation is:" not bad. " But her evaluation of her cooking skill is two words: perfect! "

Qin Ze immediately counseled.

Nima, the family in front of her is not Qin Baobao, the Tu Niu who has never been to a five-star hotel for dinner. She has seen the cooking skills of five-star chefs. No matter how good Qin Ze's cooking skills are, she can't say that she is a five-star chef?

Pei Ziqi's trademark little white eyes turned up: "net boasting, I hate a man who talks a lot like you. Just now I was joking and washed the fruit."

Peiziqi is a 17-year-old girl in senior one. She has a small waist, thin legs and upturned hips. She is somewhat similar to Pei Nanman. She should be a goddess at the school flower level in school, but she has a bad temper. As Pei Nanman himself said: these brothers and sisters are too angry.

Qin Ze was a little embarrassed when he said he would turn over.

Li Donglai advised, "brother Qin, forget it, my little aunt is angry, very fierce."

Qin Ze smiled, "come on, scold a few more words."

Peiziqi was stunned and subconsciously said, "crazy."

"Continue!"

"I think you're really sick."

"Your vocabulary is so poor?"

"You stupid idiot brain wreck..."

"Very good." Qin Ze pressed his hand and said it was OK. The task prompt of the system echoes in my mind: Ding! Please cook a delicious meal that shocked four people. 120 points will be awarded for success, and the corresponding points will be deducted for failure.

Sure enough, the fiercer the repression, the fiercer the rebound. The desire of the heart can be manipulated to a certain extent.

Li Donglai stared at him dumbfounded. He didn't expect you to be such a master.

Peiziqi looked at his eyes, and he really looked at neuropathy again, mixed with such a trace of abnormal meaning.