The two came to the open space outside the courtyard, and without saying a word, they went up to do it.

After Shen Yizhi heard about it, he all ran out to watch, and even put melon seed snacks on the table, as if watching a monkey show.

Today is the day of the mid-year holiday, and there is no need to go to work in the hospital, so Shen Yizhi can spend a day as much as he wants.

A month is divided into upper, middle and lower thirty days, each decade has about ten days, Shen Yizhi is from modern times, where can he stand the three hundred and sixty-five days of a year?

So I set myself a ten-month vacation, three days off a month, which is not too much.

Anyway, she's the boss, and she has the final say.

But if there is a very urgent situation, she will not die without help.

The people in the surrounding villages and towns also knew her rules.

In the open space, Qian Wu did not use weapons, and Mo Feiyang did not use spells, but fought with fists and real guns.

It's a battle between men.

There are not so many fancy moves, but it makes people's blood boil and it is very emotional.

Qingbao was infected by the hormones that exploded by the two of them, and kept jumping and shouting, shouting for a while: "Come on, Uncle Qian!" ”

After a while, he shouted again: "Uncle Mo beat him!" Hit him! ”

Shen Yizhi: Smash, which side are you standing on? You're too wobbly, aren't you?

Before the fight, Mo Feiyang was very confident in himself, and the martial artist was not as good as the monk, which was the cognition of almost all monks.

After all, when a monk draws qi into his body while cultivating, the aura will constantly wash over the body, removing dirt from the body and making the body stronger. And the martial artist has worked hard to temper his body for more than ten years, and his physical strength may not be as strong as that of a monk in the early stage of qi refining.

Not to mention, the monk can also cast spells.

Often, a monk throws a fireball technique, which is enough for a warrior to eat a pot.

Unless the warrior does not let the monk get close and exhausts the aura in the monk's body, the warrior basically has no chance of winning against the monk.

But now Mo Feiyang couldn't help but doubt his identity.

When he fought with Qianwu, it was him who retreated? When did a warrior become so fierce?

However, he doubted that the events of life were still to come.

The more Qianwu fought, the more excited he became, the strength and potential in his body were gradually mobilized, and he felt that every inch of his muscles was full of explosive power, and a punch blasted out, as if it could shatter mountains and rivers.

Of course, it was all his delusion, but it was okay to smash a tree with one punch.

Mo Feiyang's original attitude of despising the enemy was completely put away and taken seriously.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that he couldn't fight for strength, but speed was his strength.

Mo Feiyang's figure flickered, and he actually disappeared in place.

Even several people watching the battle lost his trace.

Qianwu's fighting spirit soared, and he was not afraid, and even wanted to shout up to the sky to make the battle more violent!

"There!"

Mo Feiyang's figure was suddenly broken by Qing Bao.

His feet were crooked, and he didn't have time to think about how Qing Bao saw through him, because at this time, Qianwu had already punched over.

Qianwuyi punched in the middle of the ink and flew to the chest.

Han Baoluo couldn't help but snort, but at this time, his voice came from his ears: "Worried about me? ”

Looking at the original place again, what was hit was only the afterimage of Mo Feiyang.

She was annoyed and ashamed, annoyed by herself, it was undeniable that at that moment just now, she really raised her heart because of him. is ashamed because his mind was broken by the party.

This person, in the competition, can't he be serious! I also have the heart to run to her side and talk to her!

How she laughed at him when he lost.

As if seeing her thoughts, Mo Feiyang chuckled, "If I win, you can promise me one thing, okay?" ”

"Let's wait until you win."

Compared to before, her attitude was significantly softer, and realizing this, Mo Feiyang's desire for victory was higher than ever.

The attitude is completely correct.

With this seriousness, Qianwu couldn't help but feel great pressure.

However, Mo Feiyang's speed was so fast that before he could react, his neck was choked by him.

The key point fell into his hands, and even if he had full strength, he couldn't exert himself at this time.

There was unwillingness and admiration in Qianwu's eyes, "I lost." ”

However, his eyes were full of excitement when he looked at Mo Feiyang: "It's been a long time since I've fought so happily, and we'll fight again another day when we have time." ”

Mo Feiyang withdrew his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "It's easy to say." ”

Qingbao clapped excitedly, "Uncle Mo is so powerful!" ”

The little guy's rainbow fart blew Mo Feiyang and felt comfortable, but his mouth was modest: "There are people outside the world, and there are people in this world who are more powerful than Uncle Mo." ”

Qingbao seamlessly connected: "My father must be better than you!" ”

Mo Feiyang: "......"

This little kid isn't cute at all.

Speaking of which, I have been here in Lijiazhuang for a few days, but I haven't seen Qingbao's father, and I don't know what the situation is.

But this thought just went around in my head and I didn't pay attention to it.

After all, he has no interest in probing into other people's family affairs.

What he cared about most was what Han Baoluo promised him before.

"Xiao Luo'er, does what you said before count?"

Facing Shen Yizhi's playful and ambiguous eyes, Han Baoluo's face was hot, fortunately his grandfather walked away, otherwise he would not have given this guy a good face if he saw it.

Afraid that he would say something amazing in public, Han Baoluo endured his shame, "You come with me." ”

She told herself in her heart that she was just fulfilling the bet she had made last night.

Seeing that the two of them went to the grove, Shen Yi knew that there was no excitement to see, so he took Qingbao back to the yard to prepare breakfast.

I was busy watching the fight, no, I tried to play, and I didn't even bother to cook.

Shen Yizhi plans to make shrimp wontons, and then serve them with xiaolongbao, hulala and drink a big bowl of hot wontons, and then eat a basket of real small buns, sweating, not to mention how refreshing.

The wonton soup is ready-made, there is a pot in the kitchen that is stewed separately, the fire has never been extinguished, from time to time add the whole chicken, whole duck, big bone stick into it, the meat is stewed crispy, the bone marrow in the bones is stewed out, melted in the soup, as soon as the lid is lifted, the fragrance can float out ten miles away, the whole village can smell it.

Every time he lifted the lid of the pot, Shen Yizhi would send a bowl of thick soup to the lonely elderly and young children in the village, and then add water and ingredients to continue boiling.

One by one, the soup becomes more mellow, delicious and fragrant.

Shen Yizhi first broke a few eggs, stirred quickly, counted to about a thousand times, and the egg liquid formed foam before stopping, and then poured the egg liquid into the flour and kneaded it together.

In this way, the dough will be softer and have a better taste.

She has a lot of strength, and it doesn't take much effort to knead the dough, and the dough is like plasticine in her hands, which she repeatedly ravages and finally forms.