After cleaning up the props that were kicked by Hazelnut Dan, Shen Hanyang processed the leftover overnight rice sold yesterday into egg fried rice, took out the pickles that had been pickled for three days, and ate breakfast.

Wang Baobao was eating egg fried rice with a stuffy head, his mouth was full, and at the same time he looked at Shen Hanyang in disbelief, and said in shock: "It's so delicious, your cooking skills are really good!"

Shen Hanyang looked at his sloppy beard and frowned slightly: "Oh, you swallow it first before you speak." ”

Wang Baobao swallowed the food in his mouth in embarrassment, and then looked at the sullen Peng Yu: "Why don't you eat it?"

Peng Yu glanced at the bowl in front of him tangledly, and said reluctantly: "I'm going to leave after eating this meal, and I'm going to pack and take it away and stay on the road to eat." ”

Shen Hanyang glanced at him and said, "It's useless to pretend to be pitiful. ”

Peng Yu's smile instantly turned into a flattering smile: "Ah Yang, how can you see through what I think every time, make me something good and take it away?"

Shen Hanyang smiled proudly: "I don't know you yet, I braised some duck paws and duck necks last night, and I will put a little on you when I leave." ”

Zhang Li smiled embarrassedly: "I want to try it too." ”

Shen Hanyang nodded: "There is a lot of marinade, let's eat it as a snack on the road." ”

Zhang Li smiled happily and asked, "By the way, Ah Yang, what kind of kung fu have you learned, I have also studied martial arts for a while, but I can't see where your tricks came from." ”

Shen Hanyang said teasingly: "It's right if you can't see it, you don't need any tricks to beat the baby at all." And my boxing is a maze art, even if you really use it, you won't be able to recognize it. ”

Zhang Li was taken aback, narrowed his eyes and said, "Oh, is it the yellow-faced tiger Huo Yuanjia's secret and mysterious trace art?

Wang Baobao was puzzled: "There are many people who can trace boxing, and we also teach them in Shaolin Temple." ”

Zhang Li's eyes lit up and explained: "We are not talking about a kind of kung fu, the Lost Trace Art is the kung fu created by Huo Yuanjia by summarizing his own actual combat experience and combining the essence of national arts, I heard that he is very capable of fighting." Then he looked at Shen Hanyang with an expectant face, "Ah Yang, will you fight with me?"

Shen Hanyang's cheeks twitched, and his eyelids jumped and said, "You eat me, live in me, and beat me before leaving?"

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Zhang Li was so blocked by him that he couldn't speak, and he also felt that he was a little too much, so he scratched his hair embarrassedly.

Shen Hanyang glanced at her and continued: "My arm span and strength are much stronger than yours, and I am more agile than you, if you really want to fight, you may not even be able to withstand my punch." ”

Zhang Li was stunned, stretched out his hand and pinched all over Shen Hanyang's body for a while, and said in surprise: "You have really been trained, this muscle line is completely the standard body of a mixed martial arts player!"

Jia Lin looked incredulous, stretched out her hand and probed Shen Hanyang: "Really, I'll touch ......"

Shen Hanyang slapped her hand away, rolled his eyes and said, "Take advantage of it and go away!"

Jia Lin retracted her hand with a sigh, and said with an angry look: "Shen Hanyang, you are a stingy ghost, what's the big deal with touching me, it's a big deal I'll let you touch it again!"

Shen Hanyang shuddered involuntarily and grinned: "Oh~ I don't dare to touch you, I'll have bad hands!"

Jia Lin snorted, and then saw Hazelnut Dan on the side, thoughtful: "What do you think?"

"No, nothing. ”

Hazelnut Dan laughed awkwardly, and looked at Shen Hanyang with a complicated face.

He suddenly remembered that he had heard the name Shen Hanyang.

Well, I should have heard it from Coach Wu of the Yanjing Wushu team, when the two of them seemed to be talking about the actual combat of passing martial arts, Coach Wu casually mentioned the name Shen Hanyang, saying that his routines were only at the level of the provincial team, but the actual combat level was definitely superb.

According to Coach Wu's seniority, he and Li Yanjie, Wu Jing and others seem to have to call him uncle?

He was full of entanglement, looked at Shen Hanyang, who was browsing "Idol Self-cultivation" on his mobile phone, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice involuntarily.

Such an unreliable uncle, don't recognize it......

After eating, Shen Hanyang sent the reluctant Peng Yu away, and when he returned to the house, he took out a handful of tea leaves that he got out of nowhere, stuffed the pot of tea, and drank it with Erlang's legs crossed.

Aunt Xue sniffed the tea leaves and said with interest: "Where did you get Biluochun, it smells good, bring me a cup too." ”

Shen Hanyang squeezed his eyes and said in surprise: "Aunt Xue, you are very knowledgeable, I just came from Lao Li, who sells tea next door, and he said that he had to eat me another big banquet to get back to his capital." ”

Aunt Xue said with a smile: "I have a classmate who likes to drink tea, and he also has a lot of good tea there, you like me to ask him for a little next time." ”

Shen Hanyang said with an ambiguous expression: "It's a male classmate, right?"

Aunt Xue generously admitted: "Of course it's a man, and I don't associate with female classmates! You should also know him, Er Kang in "Huanzhu Gege". ”

Shen Hanyang suddenly became interested: "It turned out that he was also a ruthless person, he likes to beat reporters like Lao Guo, even the security guards, and he is still a drama bully." ”

Aunt Xue covered her mouth and smiled: "Poof, you have this mouth...... Do you want tea?"

Shen Hanyang smiled: "Of course, I'm a big fan of Brother Er Kang!"

"Brother Erkang?"

Aunt Xue frowned slightly when she heard the strange name, and then heard Shen Hanyang whisper: "I forgot what his name is." ”

“……”

I forgot the name, but I remember the black history so clearly, what kind of fan are you!

Aunt Xue looked at him with a smile and a slight sigh: "What happened at that time was true or false, except for the person concerned, no one knows what is going on, but he is living a very nourishing life now, and he has nothing to do with antiques, and he is slowly fading out of the entertainment industry." ”

Shen Hanyang nodded, and then turned his face to look at Hazelnut Dan: "Speaking of drama bully, Brother Zidan, you seem to be also a drama bully, right?"

Hazelnut Dan: "......"

I'm not angry, I can't beat it if I'm angry anyway, I endure it!

He took a deep breath, picked up the teapot and poured it for himself and Wang Baobao, and said to Wang Baobao with a forced smile: "Come, drink tea." ”

Wang Baobao smirked happily on the side, looked at Shen Hanyang and said, "Ah Yang, you are so funny, if only I could talk like you." ”

Shen Hanyang frowned deeply: "Are you sure I feel very funny, not cute?"

"Poof!"

The tea in Aunt Xue's mouth squirted out, looked at Jia Lin and said, "Ah Yang, which tendon is wrong?"

Jia Lin sneered: "There's nothing wrong, it's just that I studied the popular idol for a long time last night, and I set myself a little milk dog personality." ”