Mo Shoucheng didn't understand why Duan Wenjun was so surprised by something as simple as Qinggong.
People who practice martial arts can condense Qi as long as they can enter the realm of Qi training.
If you can condense Qi, you can learn Qing Gong, which is not difficult.
People in the martial arts world and people with a little bit of proficiency in martial arts can do it.
It's just that the quality of Qinggong varies from person to person.
This has something to do with personal talent and Qi condensation strength.
Therefore, when he looked at Duan Wenjun, who was enthusiastic about Qing Gong, he seemed to see an idiot.
If you have never eaten pork, have you never seen a pig walking?
No, how could you describe yourself like this?
Couldn't it be that you are treating yourself as a walking pig...
However, when I thought about it, he was just the son of a wealthy man.
It is normal to not understand things in the world.
Mo Shoucheng is not Duan Wenjun, so he will never understand why Duan Wenjun is so fanatical.
In his previous life, he had been obsessed with Master Jin Yong's martial arts novels since he was a child.
In his previous life, he had longed for the martial arts world written by Master Jin Yong since he was a child, and imagined that one day he could become the hero who saved the martial arts world.
Even when he signed up for military school, he was influenced by the world of martial arts.
A hero is a hero and is respected by others.
Soldiers are heroes and respected by everyone.
However, Qinggong, a skill that everyone in the martial arts world can master, could not appear in the previous life.
Therefore, he has been longing for and yearning for it.
Just like, the long-cherished dream came true in an instant when he saw Mo Shoucheng gently jumping from a height of several feet without any injuries.
The wind blew up his clothes and his black hair.
Isn't this the light gong in martial arts, the hero in the martial arts world?
How can this not make Duan Wenjun excited, and how can it not make him fanatical?
"Then teach me quickly!" Duan Wenjun didn't notice Mo Shoucheng's depressed expression at all, and stared at him hopefully.
"I'm sorry, I don't have this obligation! In the agreement between your father and my master, there was no such thing as teaching you martial arts." Mo Shoucheng rolled his eyes at him, "I said, I'm hungry! What's for breakfast?"
Just as Mo Shoucheng didn't understand how enthusiastic Duan Wenjun was when he saw Qing Gong, Duan Wenjun also didn't understand why Mo Shoucheng was always hungry.
Three pounds of beef and one jar of wine last night made me hungry so quickly...
However, he didn't say it.
Mo Shoucheng loves to eat, which may not be a bad thing.
As long as you do what you like, there will always be opportunities to learn Qing Gong.
Just like the miracle doctor Wang Yuanqing, when he first came to check his pulse, he always had a sullen face and a condescending look, as if the Duan family owed him millions.
However, since he drank his preserved egg and lean meat porridge, the little old man's attitude towards him has changed 180 degrees...
It just so happened that this morning he asked Cuiping to make preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
He looked at Mo Shoucheng and smiled and said, "Master Mo, you are in luck. This morning I asked Cuiping to cook preserved egg and lean meat porridge with some savory dishes. Let's start a small stove."
"Preserved egg and lean meat porridge?" Mo Shoucheng frowned.
He had heard of chicken eggs, duck eggs, goose eggs, and bird eggs, but this was the first time he heard of preserved eggs.
Duan Wenjun brought Mo Shoucheng to the side hall, and a strong aroma suddenly hit him.
Four cold dishes have been placed on the table.
Cuiping was playing with the ceramic jar on the side, and the aroma came from there.
"Cuiping, are you okay?" Duan Wenjun walked straight to the back room and took out four pairs of bowls and chopsticks.
"Master, it's just right. Try it to see if it tastes like the one you made." Cuiping wiped her hands on her apron and turned to look at Duan Wenjun.
Duan Xiaoxing hurriedly took the bowl from Duan Wenjun's hand and handed it to Cuiping to serve the porridge.
Duan Wenjun pulled Mo Shoucheng to sit down at the table, "Master Mo, come here and have a taste..."
"This is crystal fish skin. I chose the skin of herring that a nearby farmer had just caught from the Fushui River in the morning. Since there was no ice, I asked Cuiping to put it in the well water to calm it down, although it was not particularly refreshing. , it’s just okay.”
This is vinegar fungus, but it’s a pity that it doesn’t have Shanxi mature vinegar, otherwise it would taste better.
This knife-slapping ex-boyfriend, try to see if it tastes good enough...
And this tofu, the tofu from our Duanjia Tofu Shop is the best in Wangjiang. It doesn’t need any condiments, just boil it in water, and it’s extremely delicious.
The ingredients are not very special.
Except for this plate of tofu, Mo Shoucheng saw and heard the other three methods and names for the first time.
Especially he didn't understand why this third dish of ordinary cucumber salad was related to a knife, and what was this ex-boyfriend...
After listening to Duan Wenjun's introduction, Mo Shoucheng said nothing. Cuiping had already handed a bowl of fragrant porridge to him.
Milky white viscous porridge with many tiny meat particles evenly scattered inside.
There were pieces of black stuff in the middle, which looked a bit like hard-boiled duck eggs.
It's just that he doesn't know how this duck egg can be made like this.
The color has turned black. Can it still be eaten?
"Master Mo, try it while it's hot. Cuiping's preserved egg and lean meat porridge is my true inheritance!" Duan Wenjun smiled and took a sip of the porridge. "Cuiping, Xiaoxing, stop working and sit down quickly." Come down and eat.”
These days, Duan Wenjun always lets Cuiping and Duan Xiaoxing eat with him.
Therefore, they did not feel coy and sat down directly on the seats next to them.
But Mo Shoucheng couldn't help but look at them a few more times.
This was the first time he had seen the maid and the book boy sitting at the same table with the young master to eat.
Moreover, the maid and the book boy seemed to be very relaxed, which was even more strange.
However, what made him even more surprised was that when he saw all this, he didn't feel that he was breaking the rules at all. Instead, he became more curious about Duan Wenjun.
This so-called preserved egg and lean meat porridge looks a bit strange, and it has a faint fishy smell in your mouth.
At first, Mo Shoucheng didn't adapt well.
But, he was really hungry.
Moreover, Duan Wenjun didn't have anything else to eat here.
So he took the cold dish and swallowed a bowl. Finally he was not hungry anymore.
After finishing the bowl, he was slightly stunned.
The feeling at this moment was completely different from the feeling he had when he took the first few sips.
He even felt that there was still a faint fragrance lingering on his tongue, with a hint of sweetness.
Warm preserved egg and lean meat porridge, paired with ice-cold side dishes, seems to be very comfortable to eat.
Mo Shoucheng drank four large bowls in one go and nodded, "This porridge is wonderful!"
"You teach me Qinggong. Not only is this preserved egg and lean meat porridge enough, I can also make many delicious dishes." Duan Wenjun's heart moved, he stared at Mo Shoucheng and spoke again.
After finishing the last sip of the fifth bowl of porridge, Mo Shoucheng took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then looked up at Duan Wenjun and said, "I told you, I'm here to protect you, not to teach you martial arts. Your father The agreement I made with my master did not include teaching you martial arts..."
Mo Shoucheng stood up, "I'm full and I'm going out first. You guys eat slowly..."
Duan Wenjun was ruthlessly rejected again...
