"Tangyuan, go and make a bowl of soup for Allen. ”

"Okay young master. ”

Alan burst into tears as he stuffed fried rice into his mouth one bite at a time, "The young master really didn't brag, this must be the best food in the world." ”

Seeing this, Tang Jing accepted their servants in his heart. Although he was poor and poor, he was still a joke who almost starved to death for a meal. One knelt down for a tease that he didn't even know what was going on.

What Tang Jing agrees with the most is that he separates the fried rice, and for a hardcore foodie, sharing his food is no less than cutting meat on his body. It's like a person who is greedy for money and desperately earns a sum of money, but gives half of it to others, which is not something that anyone can do!

"This is a request, not an order. Tang Jing felt that this kid was really a little handsome when he said this, and he was about to catch up with him if he was 108,000 miles away.

Alan didn't disappoint him, saying that the young master would eat whatever he liked. This is a request, a request for peer-to-peer identity. If he said such nonsense, Tang Jing would look down on him, and he would also be worthless for Kairat, he would give him half of what he thought was the best, and he did choose to feed the dogs.

Tang Jing thinks that this is very good, people can be hypocritical, second, they can burn bags shamelessly, they can have no lower limit, but they must not be cheap on some very important issues, whether it is to themselves or to others.

"Grandpa Tang Jing, don't you think you need a good brother who is strong and handsome?"

"No, you don't. ”

"Uh... Don't you think you need a brave bodyguard who is willing to block all dangers for you?"

"No, you don't. ”

"Uh... Uh, don't you think you need a servant who is willing to work hard for you?"

"I have rice balls. ”

"Haha, you must still be missing a dog leg, don't you? I can help you control the wind when you are molesting a good woman, and when someone wants to beat you, you can press him to the ground and rub him. How about you pay a little bit and take two or three meals for me, and you can have a perfect dog leg...... How?"

"Not interested. ”

Kairat is about to cry, who do you think of me? Who do you think of me? A big nobleman, just for a mouthful of food, has degenerated to the point of being a dog's leg for you, are you still not happy? What do you want me to do? What do you still want me to do? I am also dignified, okay, Kairat looked at Tang Jing with red eyes.

Tang Jing was a little drumming in his heart, he just wanted to tease him, two more people, two more pairs of chopsticks, as long as they were willing to pay for the ingredients, he didn't mind. Who knows if his bottom line is so low? Does he still have a little self-esteem? Forget it, forget it, promise him, Tang Jing just wanted to agree, but was stunned by his lower limit.

"Don't you think, you still lack a pet, the kind that can fight, can be a bodyguard, can be a dog's leg, or a junior high-level swordsman, can talk with you, accompany/sleep with the kind of food...... All meals are included...... Only 3 meals are included. ”

Tang Jing pondered for a long time, a little reluctantly, a little unhappy, and nodded with difficulty, "Since you are so resolute, I agreed!"

Kairat burst into tears! begging others to take him as a pet, and he would be grateful to Dade? If his father knew about it, he would definitely beat him to death. Hey... The thought of being able to eat good food every day is worth it to be killed.

"Grandpa Tang Jing, your pet is hungry and should go back to cooking. Kairat followed Tang Jing's side, shouting as he ran.

"Fuck your uncle, you go, I don't have a pet like you, just because you crow keeps calling, I can't concentrate on reading. Don't be hungry, endure it. Tang Jing felt like crazy, this goods have been pestering herself every day for the past two days, and when it comes to meals, it is more like a dog skin plaster, no matter how you shake it off, you can't get rid of it, and now Rory has been talking for more than an hour.

Tang Jing has been like this for the past few days, taking advantage of the running to frantically flip through the elixir atlas, hoping to find a suitable elixir to cure Charlotte's anorexia.

"Grandpa, if you run at such a fast pace, you can't eat lunch at night, that's not good for your health. Kairat was kind enough to remind.

"If you want to take care of the egg, you can play it, don't make it more difficult for me, okay? I'm not hungry! And don't you have to train?

"You're not hungry...... I'm hungry. Alas, what a coincidence, my cheap teacher has something to do, and I haven't even seen him yet, as if he will only come back the day after tomorrow, so now is free time. ”

"Take it, take it. Tang Jing, who couldn't stand it, threw out a chicken leg.

"I still want it. ”

"No! ”

"One chicken leg in a circle, how many laps do you want me to roll?"

Tang Jing was already impressed by his lower limit, "Five chicken legs and ten circles, do it or not?"

Kairat thought for a second, "Deal! ”

Five chicken legs in the hand, one swinging, like a fan in a perfect fan shape.

Seeing this, Kairat's delicate body went limp, and he lay flat on the ground and rolled back and forth.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a sheet enveloped him.

Tang Jing Mali trapped him into a zongzi, with his head outside, all the head down was tied into a sheet, and his legs were overlapped (so he couldn't stand up or jump).

A chicken leg was placed on top of Kairat's head, and he was like a worm, his head raised to bite the chicken leg.

After going back and forth a few times, "Oh, this is your limit height?" Tang Jing tied the chicken leg to a Kairat that could be seen, and even if he jumped up, he could barely bite into the height.

"Tang Jing, you demon, I'll go to your uncle. ”

Tang Jing punched and kicked him, "Naughty." ”

"Kairat, work hard, I'm sure you can eat chicken legs! Ah, life is really lonely as snow. Tang Jing was in a good mood, humming a little tune, taking out the atlas, and continuing to trot.

was delayed by this idiot, and in less than the middle of the night, I am afraid that I will not be able to complete the task assigned by the teacher.

Waiting for Tang Jing to run sixty kilometers soaking wet, he drank several recovery potions halfway, and returned to the dormitory to take a bath, cook, and eat.

It's not that he doesn't want to spend more time on training, it's that the things made by Tang Yuan and Allen can only be considered cooked at all, and the food requirements in this world are really low.

"Young Master Tang Jing, did you see Young Master Kairat, didn't he go out with you in the morning?"

"He's okay, he's probably having a big meal. Leave him alone, we'll eat. If only you could eat it, Tang Jing smiled in her heart.

"I'm done eating, you eat slowly, I'll go training. He said to Allen again: "At five o'clock in the afternoon, go to this place to pick up your young master, we made an appointment when we separated, I don't know when it will end, you can pick him up at one point." ”

"Okay, Young Master Tang Jing, thank you for your hard work. ”

After only a thousand swings, Tang Jing was already sweating profusely, and with a snap, the unbladed iron sword fell to the ground, and his hands trembled involuntarily, completely unstable.

That's what a sword wield, it's simple... It's a very simple action, and when you keep repeating it, the load on your arms is so heavy that you feel that the props in your hands are getting heavier and heavier, until your hands are shaking and you can't hold anything steadily!

Pick up the recovery potion on the ground with your mouth and drink it, rest, wait for your strength to recover some, continue, hold the iron sword with both hands, step forward with one foot, lift it flat, and return to the starting point in half a circle, and so on and so forth, without stopping.

What kind of monster is this guy? Is it a robot? Won't he get tired? How do you explain the sweat on the ground? Is it the fifth time? Arm cramps and pain are rolling on the floor? So he doesn't say a word? Does the pain nerve fail, or does he lack the heart and eyes?

It's okay Tang Jing, you've worked hard, don't get up, and no one is watching or supervising, it's almost enough. A voice in Tang Jing's heart said this again and again.

But whenever Tang Jing fell, he would think of some things, some people.

Seventh, eighth, ninth......

Tang Jing lay on the ground like a dead dog, his eyes were foggy, and just when he wanted to fall asleep, a nice voice sounded in his mind, "Come on quietly, you can do it, you promised me to live well." ”

Tang Jing opened his eyes violently, struggled to pick up a bottle of red repair potion with his mouth and drank a few sips, rested for a few minutes, took another bottle of blue recovery potion, and got up again after ten minutes and continued to swing his sword.

What I saw today completely overturned Kairat's perception of training.

Shouldn't you stop and rest when you're tired from cultivating? If you had been standing up dozens of times, wouldn't you? Get up and continue? Keep going, uncle, you're tired of being crooked? When Uncle Ben is a battle puppet? If your arm cramps to that extent, if you don't rest for two days, is it worthy of your ancestors and ancestors? How can this despicable and shameless bastard do it to this extent, or why should he do it to this extent?

He fell to the ground again and again, got up again and again to continue, and even he who watched from the corner prayed in his heart again and again: Don't get up... Don't get up, but that figure is like an ancient water bear, getting up again and again, and falling down again and again.

Kairat was dejected and gone.

"Why did Young Master Kairat come out, didn't you say that you went to talk to Young Master Tang Jing?"

The body that was cut is gone.

"Alan, am I lazy?"

"???Young Master, what are you doing? What are you doing squatting in the corner? Don't scare me! What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you right away." Alan was overwhelmed by his actions.

Kairat yelled, "Am I lazy to answer my question?"

Looking at his curled up body, his dejected face, and his red eyes, this was the first time he had seen such a young master, like a ginseng who doubted himself, even in the darkest days, the young master had never been so confused, Alan tried his best to speak in a calm tone: "Although many people say that you rely on your family background, you can be better than others all day long, eating and waiting for death." Fart, it's all fart, I know better than anyone how much inhuman devastation you have to endure to crawl out of. I also know very well how much it costs you to go from being a waste in people's mouths to becoming a genius in people's mouths. If you're lazy, I don't know what it means to be diligent. ”