The sound of firecrackers fluctuates with each other, and it lasts until noon, every household is full of joy, the lanterns are colorful, and the couplets are hung in front of the door, which is full of New Year's flavor.

When Fang Ping walked out of the room, he smelled the refreshing aroma of meat, accompanied by the crackling sound of frying.

On the stove in the kitchen, there is a big black pot full of hot oil, what croquettes, fried tofu, fried lotus root, fried chicken nuggets, fried pork ribs, after high temperature frying, turn golden brown and put in a bamboo basket prepared on the side.

Fang Ying stood in front of the stove with her eyes blank, her mouth full of oil.

The warm and plain scene made Fang Ping stop in front of the kitchen door for a long time.

"Second brother, hurry up and try it, this freshly fried pork ribs are delicious, burnt and crispy, and there is a layer of egg batter on the outside, I have eaten several of them." Fang Ying stretched out her hand and grabbed a few pieces of golden fried pork ribs and stuffed them into Fang Ping's hand.

"Yes, it's delicious." Fang Ping took a bite, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, full of burnt aroma, and the taste was good, and there was enough material.

"It's delicious, I like to eat fried ribs the most, and croquettes, no bones, one bite at a time!" Fang Ying grabbed another croquette for Fang Ping.

"Eat, eat, eat, know to eat, I see who wants you when you grow up." Li Rou said, with a smile in the corners of her eyes.

"The second brother wants me."

"Not necessarily."

Fang Ying;???

In a pair of big eyes that turned straight up, he flickered and revealed the signal to return the croquettes to me and the fried ribs to me.

"If you want to." Fang Ping rubbed Fang Ying helplessly, she began to gain weight, her face was a little baby fat, and her oil-stained hands were rubbed clean at once.

Fang Ping grabbed a handful of croquettes, walked out of the kitchen, and fed them to Da Hei.

Da Hei shook his tail excitedly, and did not forget to look at the xenomorph BMW with bared teeth, his expression was extremely humane.

After lunch, Fang Ping went out on the street alone.

Shout!

The sound of breaking the air came suddenly.

Fang Ping didn't look back, he grabbed the thing thrown from behind him by listening to the sound, and then a loud bang exploded in Fang Ping's hand, and after spreading his hand, Fang Ping saw the firecracker that exploded into pieces.

The power is not small, if an ordinary person is blown up with his bare hands, the skin and flesh are still light, and the bones may be shattered.

Not far away, a few tiger-headed naughty boys were dumbfounded, and fled into the depths of the alley in a hurry, leaving only the little boy who threw out the firecrackers and had a sloppy nose.

"Whose child, dare to sneak attack Fang!"

Fang Ping strode over, his huge and burly body made the little boy's legs tremble.

When it was too late, a middle-aged woman with a mean face rushed out of the alley, took the little boy in her arms, and scolded Fang Ping: "What are you doing, are you a tall bully child!" ”

Many pedestrians on the street cast their eyes.

"Auntie, do you know what's going on, it's the kid who blew me up with firecrackers." Fang Ping spread out the palm with the traces remaining.

The aunt didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all, and pouted and said: "The big man's family is calculating, he is still a child, can you be as knowledgeable as a child?" ”

Fangping's blood pressure is elevated.

The little boy who hid in his aunt's arms and had something to rely on also regained his nature at this time made a grimace and spat at Fang Ping.

"Little brother, his man is on an errand in the mansion, and my house was given to this kid the year before last, and he didn't leave a penny in the end, and he almost sent me to prison." Looking at the lively crowd, there are lonely old people who are deeply reminded.

Fang Ping is clear, seeing the old at the age of three, what kind of children have what kind of parents, in other words, what kind of parents can teach what kind of children, such as Fang Ying, is already extremely well-behaved in comparison.

"Let's go, go home for dinner, my mother cooked beef for you." The aunt pulled the little boy to leave.

"Don't be in a hurry, let your child bow his head to me, even if this matter is over, you can also lead by example." Fang Ping's body moved and stopped the mother and son.

"Hey, I said how can you be like this, he is just a child, how can you ...... with a child"

Before the words fell, Fang Ping Bangbang knocked down the mother and son with two fists, and the elevated blood pressure immediately returned to normal.

When the neighbors saw this scene, they didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement.

Fang Ping walked away and walked into a pharmacy.

"Little brother is here, do you still want golden-veined beef?" The shopkeeper of the pharmacy greeted the boy familiarly.

Fang Ping would go to him every once in a while to buy meat supplements, and after he went back, he dried them into dried meat and carried them with him to replenish his physical strength, or to make up for the physical losses after he went berserk.

But as his cultivation became stronger and stronger, and the state of rampage also transformed into true blood awakening, the meat supplement of the level of golden-veined beef could no longer meet Fang Ping's needs.

When he left the pharmacy immediately, Fang Ping had an extra package in his hand, which contained ten catties of "fire turtle meat", which was a meat supplement one grade higher than the "golden-veined beef", and the qi and blood of food were greatly replenished, as well as nourishing/yin/supplementing/yang, the effect of strengthening the body and prolonging life, one catty costs eighty taels of silver, and it is boiled together with the codonopsis of ten years of fire, and the effect is doubled.

"Let me go, that kid ran in this direction, dare to beat my mother-in-law, even a seven-year-old child, if Lao Tzu catches him, pick his skin!"

A middle-aged man with a fierce look, riding a dirt horse and carrying more than a dozen servants behind him, searched around the street, and after seeing Fang Ping walking towards him, the middle-aged man confirmed the target.

Inch head, tall and burly, seventeen or eighteen years old, such physical characteristics, isn't it the culprit who knocked his mother-in-law and son unconscious with two punches.

"Give it all to me, hold it down. That kid! ”

The middle-aged man gave an order, and more than a dozen officials surrounded Fang Ping.

"You're the little cub's father?" Fang Ping remembered the words of the old man in the crowd, the father of the little cub was on an errand in the yamen.

"Little cub? Today, I want to see who the little cub is, bring it back to the yamen, and serve it with great punishment. The middle-aged man commanded.

"Wait." Fang Ping said solemnly: "In the lower level, the eight grades of martial arts, I went to the government to register my name before." ”

Silence, deathly silence.

Until Fang Ping disappeared at the end of the street, the middle-aged man did not stop him.

Fang Ping returned home and cut ten catties of "fire turtle meat" with a crystal color and a strange flame pattern into slices.

He set up a firewood fire, and when the smoke was billowing, he hung the slices of meat in the smoke, smoked the water, took them out and left them to dry overnight, and then carried them around for a long time without spoiling and rotting.

"Second brother, what kind of meat are you buying?" Fang Ying looked curiously at the fire turtle meat hanging under the eaves, and couldn't reach it on tiptoe.

"Fire turtle meat, I use it to practice martial arts, ordinary people will eat it, their voice will become thicker, their body will become fatter, and they will grow beards." Fang Ping replied.

"Then I won't eat it." Fang Ying retracted her gaze in avoidance.