Two turkey sandwiches, a small box of potato salad, and six fried chicken wings. The food in Peter's lunch box in front of the stick had begun to cool www.biquge.info, but the picky old man showed no sign of putting it in his mouth.

Peter, who sat on the sidelines, devoured his sandwich in five minutes. He wiped his mouth and found that he was only six points full at most. After hesitating for a moment, he shifted his gaze to the lunch box.

"Hey, aren't you hungry?" He asked tentatively, but his hand was already on top of the lunch box. All the virtues of respecting the old and loving the young have been left behind by him in the face of the temptation of food.

"The old man is hungry, but you should also get something to eat." The stick snorted and pushed the lunch box away. Overjoyed, Peter quickly picked up a chicken leg and nibbled on it.

"It doesn't taste that bad, does it? I bought it from the takeaway around the corner, and I don't usually eat anything so expensive. "I picked up a sandwich and took a few bites, although the sauce was a little more, but overall it tasted good. Glancing at the stick with suspicious eyes, he asked. "Erica's apartment is not a lot of hotels near here, so you're going to have one... Yes! ”

And before he could finish his sentence, the stick struck Peter's head lightly with his short stick.

"Don't talk with food in your mouth!" The stick shook his head, looking like he hated that iron was not made of steel. He still looked as usual with a hint of obnoxious arrogance, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell from his pale complexion, bloodshot eyes, and obviously depleted voice that the old man was not in good condition at the moment.

"Pay attention to etiquette! And—" Sticks, glancing at the food Peter was feasting on, a look of disgust came out of his face. "Those foods are indeed not to the old man's appetite. Cold rice and cold dishes, and so many sauces, you can actually stand this kind of taste. ”

"Not only can I stand it, but I enjoy it a lot!" Peter had already begun to attack the third piece of chicken, and at times he was surprised that he could fit so much food in his body.

"You've got something to enjoy, but the old man is still hungry here!" The stick struck on the ground, and Peter's swallowing slowed slightly. "Go and bring me something to eat."

"Alright, alright—" Peter stretched, glanced at the box of potato salad that hadn't been touched with some reluctance, and stood up. What do you want to eat, I'll help you find it. ”

"It would be great to bring me a pot of hot dog meat, and then bring me a pot of good bamboo leaves... Hey~! Stickser was quick to give his answer, and Peter's expression gradually became strange when he heard his words.

"Hey, old man—" Peter's tone was slightly unpleasant. I'm still a long time away from being of legal age to buy alcohol, so I can't help with that, and then it's illegal to eat dog meat, although I know that I blame other places for bad culture, but dogs are human companions, don't you really feel too cruel to treat them as food like this? ”

"You little guy is pretentious in a strange place." The stick pursed his lips disdainfully. "Are you still so rigid about these little laws between the world? Can't buy alcohol? Where did your dementorship go? You've killed more than one of them yourself, and your human companions are up to you... Don't grind, since you can't buy hot dog meat here, you go get me some seasoning and a dog, and the old man will teach you how to make this dish, and make sure that you little gluttonous worm swallows your tongue. ”

Peter was so trained by the stick that he couldn't even speak for a while, and his face was red. It took him a long time before he calmed down and gave his answer very clearly.

"No! Absolutely not! Give me something else you want to eat! ”

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Although he didn't recommend taking care of an injured old man, the guy was too difficult to serve. After the old man with a bad personality vetoed Peter's four proposals in a row, he showed a lot of interest in the Lanzhou ramen that Peter had inadvertently mentioned.

"Let's have a big bowl and let him add more beef!" Completely ignoring Peter's protests, he immediately made his own decision. Peter walked out of the door with a bitter face. This ramen is not close to here, and it takes nearly half an hour to go back and forth, and Peter, who is lazy, can't help but hate his mouth.

"A bowl of beef ramen, here's your receipt!" After waiting patiently for more than twenty minutes, the waiter finally handed the food to Peter, who was playing with his phone. He took the takeout bag, hung it on the back seat of his bike, and sighed.

It's been most of the day since Saturday, and he's going to do such a bothersome thing. The library trip that he had made with Gewen had to be pushed off by him. If it weren't for his own physical problems, he wouldn't have bothered to take over the job that was supposed to be in charge of Matt or Erica.

After all, he was not Peter's teacher.

However, after the battle of the freighter, he had a lot of physical problems. Suddenly gaining that energy doesn't come without a price.

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"Stupid. In the case that he has not even cultivated his internal strength, he dares to come nonsense like this. If it weren't for the fact that this kid was a little weird, he would have gone mad and exploded to death. This was what Stickser had to say about Peter after examining him, and looking at Matt's frightened expression, he was somewhat in favor of it.

"Well, the meridians are mostly complete. However, his own vitality was suppressed by the external true qi, and his divine consciousness was also somewhat damaged. Within half a year, you must be in pain, and you should still have some migraines from time to time. I can't say what the sequelae will be after that, but there will definitely be a lot of small problems. ”

What he said made Peter's heart feel a little chilly, he hadn't expected so much at the time. He thought his plan worked, and he did it. Now he is naturally annoyed, and has always felt that there could be other better ways at that time.

"So, if I start practicing your Chinese kung fu now, will I be able to solve all these problems?" He asked, with a little hope.

"In most cultivation methods, your first trace of internal force itself will consume a large amount of your own qi and blood to temper, and your current qi and blood in your body are still vigorous, but you yourself can't mobilize a single point. If you had the internal powers in the first place, you could still try to assimilate them, but—" At this point, the stick's face became a little strange. "There is a way, but you and I will have to suffer a little."