Miss Ita Fenli has a certain martial arts foundation, it can be seen that her basic skills are very solid, Miss Ita Fenli told me that she has been a girl who loves to move since she was a child, she likes to hold guns and martial arts, Mr. Bruce Lee's kung fu movies, so that she deeply likes Chinese kung fu, she has also bought a few related books, but after all, she is a Chinese, without the guidance of the master, it is not easy to practice well.

I began to teach Ita Fenli to practice the basics, teaching her Zama steps, Ita Fenli was sweating profusely, but she did not slack off in the slightest, and she was very serious.

By the morning's work, Itafinli had been drenched in sweat, her clothes clinging tightly to her body, beads of sweat sliding down her cheeks, and her white handkerchief was wiped and wet, and wet and rubbed again. I really don't understand, why does the dignified princess of the country want to learn any kung fu martial arts so desperately?

I really admire her perseverance.

At half past eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the coach came to an end, and Ita Fenli suddenly looked like a wild horse that had broken out, lying on the side of the fitness machine and panting roughly, and said, "Master Zhao, how about you teach me marksmanship in the afternoon?" Ita Fenli said as she took a sip of fruit and licked her rosy and sexy lips with her tongue.

I smiled and said, "Miss Itafenri, I admire your physique, but there are some things that have to be done gradually, not in a hurry. I won't be able to stay in your country for a few days, so I'll have to talk to you briefly about the basics. ”

Ita Fenli was stunned for a moment: "Learn, you use the word "sparring?" Master, you are teaching me, what qualifications do I have to learn from you?" Ita Fenli smiled lightly and looked at me thoughtfully, her eyes full of strange elements.

I replied with a smile.

I looked at my watch and felt that it was not too early, so I excused myself and said, "Miss Ita Fenli, I'll come back at two o'clock in the afternoon, what do you think?"

Ita Fenli got up from the gym machine, leaned over to me, and said with a wink, "Oh, no, Master, why don't you dine with us, maybe you can feel the eating habits of our people." Or, if you're not used to it, we can prepare a special Chinese meal for you, what do you think?"

I could not refuse the kindness of Princess Itafinri, and at noon I had lunch with her, and the table was very sumptuous, with a dozen sumptuous dishes, half meat and half vegetables, and a waiter who poured two glasses of French red wine, and stood quietly on one side.

Ita Fenli chuckled, pointed to the fork in front of me and asked, "Master Zhao, if you are not used to using a fork, I can prepare a 'shame' for you." I think, in your country, you usually use 'ashamed' for meals, right?"

Of course, I know that the word 'ashamed' in Ita Fenli's mouth means 'chopsticks', and it is clear that her Chinese attainments are not very deep, and there are many words that are not pronounced very standardly.

In response, I smiled slightly, "I think it should be more convenient for me to use chopsticks!"

Ita Fenli really sent someone to find a pair of ivory chopsticks, at the time I thought it was imitation ivory, but in my hand, in terms of weight, look at the color, it should be real.

Ita Fenli looked at the red wine in front of me again, frowned slightly, and asked, "Master Zhao, are you used to drinking red wine?"

I laughed and said, "Habit, habit." Then he took the lead in picking up his glass and took a sip.