Guarding the stove, Lin Xiaotian looked a little idle, but if he looked closely, his spirit was highly concentrated, he was holding the soup spoon in his right hand, holding it firmly, and his index finger stretched out, constantly tapping on the soup spoon.

“360......”

Lin Xiaotian muttered, immediately lifted the lid of the pot, and the spoon in his hand quickly stirred in the pot, three times in the same circle, three times in the reverse circle.

This is the third time that Lin Xiaotian has stirred this pot of porridge, and it is also the last time, and next, he only needs to slowly boil and stew and wait for it to come out of the pot.

Turning down the flame, Lin Xiaotian put down the soup spoon, and then relaxed.

He didn't use the clock to keep track of time like an ordinary chef, over the years, he had already practiced the skill of silent counting to the extreme, he could use it for two purposes, as long as it was time to come out of the pot, his intuition would remind him!

This skill is purely practiced, day and night, how many times on the pot table, Xiao Lingyu can practice such accurate timing, and the difference is never more than three seconds.

Three seconds is the limit of Xiao Lingyu's grasp of the time limit of food, and it is also the floating range of Lin Xiaotian's self-belief that the difference in food is limited.

The stew has finally come to an end, and then only Lin Xiaotian needs to time silently, and after half an hour, the four-flavor blood-replenishing porridge can be out of the pot.

The timing will not affect Lin Xiaotian's normal activities, for him, the silent counting time is like a clock hidden deep in his heart, moving around all the time, and when the time is set, it will ring in Lin Xiaotian's heart!

This is also a special function, which can be used for two purposes, but now this kind of timekeeping behavior can only be applied to cooking.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Lin Xiaotian's body was completely relaxed, he had just put down the spoon, and suddenly his body trembled, and that inexplicable pain came again!

"Uh...... The pain has increased by ......"

Lin Xiaotian propped up the edge of the table, his body shook involuntarily, like sifting chaff, he couldn't control this shaking, this was the physiological reaction of the body because of pain.

The pinprick-like pain lasted for three minutes, more than double that of last night.

This is the body warning Lin Xiaotian that his body is no longer good with the strong support of Red Bull, and he must quickly find a way to treat or recuperate to delay this weak state.

Lin Xiaotian's eyes narrowed, he didn't say a word, he endured it silently, this level of pain could not defeat him, but it could arouse his desire to resist even more.

The pain in the body slowly fades, like the tide of the sea, and when it rises, it will fall.

Lin Xiaotian's body also returned to normal, he twisted his neck, and the bones in his body "creaked", like rotten wood, which made people worry.

But Lin Xiaotian didn't care, he twisted his neck and walked out.

Lin Xiaotian is also a big person, he never thinks about things that are useless to worry about, not to mention that this matter has been decided, and he has enough confidence to succeed if he buys willow leaf turtles in a few days.

After swaying a few steps, when he walked to the living room, Lin Xiaotian's face had returned to normal, and no one could see that he couldn't even stand steadily in the kitchen just now.

Looking around, I saw the fat man on the sofa, I don't know when he fell asleep, still holding his large ball scatterer in his hand, clutching it like a family heirloom.

"Baby...... Kill them!!!

The fat man smashed his mouth, and suddenly his hands danced and roared, and he didn't know what kind of passionate dream he had.

"Hmph, this fat man......"

Even a cold person like Lin Xiaotian couldn't help laughing, burst out laughing, and then shook his head helplessly, found a pillow for the fat man, and put it under his head.

It took a lot of effort, Lin Xiaotian put a pillow on the fat man, he was tired and sweating, the tonnage of the fat man was really a bit high...... The fat man didn't know it, scratched his big belly and slept more soundly, snoring, and the snoring sounded loudly.

......

The sky outside is getting brighter and brighter, and there are pedestrians on the old street, and the old people who get up for morning exercises, in twos and threes, dance swords in their hands, and move forward with tai chi.

As early as thousands of years ago, the elderly liked this kind of morning exercise, and there was even an extremely hot evening exercise called "square dance" at that time.

Now, this kind of morning exercise and evening exercise are even more popular, and it has become a necessary activity for the old people every day, and what they practice is also called "ancient martial arts".

Gu Wu, the two words have penetrated into the bones of the Xinghai era, here from the old to the old, down to the just run, all have a different kind of obsession with the word "Gu Wu".

Lin Xiaotian in the room was sitting on the sofa, he was holding the book "Basic Internal Strength" in his hand, frowning and studying it carefully.

For this book, Lin Xiaotian does not intend to rely on systematic learning. Since he is laying the foundation, and he doesn't know anything about martial arts, he naturally has to learn this kind of basic stuff well.

The so-called high-rise buildings rise from the ground, what is needed is not only down-to-earth, but also a solid foundation.

Just like Lin Xiaotian cooking, he still remembers that when he was practicing knife work, he cut a shredded potato for three years, and in those three years, he had to cut hundreds of plates of potatoes every day, and there was never a day of interruption......

In terms of perseverance, Lin Xiaotian cannot be said to be incomparable, but it must also be said that he surpasses ordinary people.

But in front of this "Basic Internal Strength", Lin Xiaotian was a little big, and the ancient texts in it were boring, jerky and difficult to understand, and he stared at it for half an hour, and only roughly read through the book.

This book is not long, about 1,000 words, most of which explain the acupoints and meridians of the human body, and only the last one is more than 100 words to explain "anger".

If it weren't for Lin Xiaotian's fact that he had really seen an interstellar martial artist, with a "theist" like him, he would definitely throw this book under his feet, step on it a few more times, and say disdainfully, "What the hell, deceive!"

But that's the case, Lin Xiaotian doesn't have much talent in martial arts, he is like an ordinary person, when he sees this book, he doesn't have any sudden feelings, he just feels like going back to his student days and looking at those boring textbooks.

After reading it once, Lin Xiaotian really didn't have the heart to look at it a second time, he rubbed his eyes and put the book away.

Lin Xiaotian stood up, stretched, and quickly tapped his fingers on his thighs a few times, calculating the time to boil porridge.

"Almost, the porridge is going to be ready. ”

Lin Xiaotian muttered, and wanted to go to the kitchen.

At this moment, there was a sudden "bang" behind him, which startled Lin Xiaotian to jump forward, and quickly turned his head to look back!

"Oops! it hurts Lao Tzu to death...... Uh-huh! That's ...... What scent?"

It turned out that the fat man was rolling to the ground in a daze, his small eyes were squinted, and he still looked like he hadn't woken up, his nose kept moving, and he smelled a special fragrance.

Then, the fat man stumbled towards the kitchen, and when he passed by Lin Xiaotian, he didn't squeak, it looked like he was sleepwalking, and Lin Xiaotian was stunned.

When the fat man got into the kitchen, there was a sound of "clang" iron basin falling to the ground, Lin Xiaotian suddenly woke up and roared angrily, "Dead fat man, stop me! That porridge! is still ten seconds away!"

"I'll your yo-yo!"

Lin Xiaotian roared angrily, his face changed suddenly, as if he had seen the enemy who killed his father, he was violent, and he suddenly threw himself into the kitchen!

It seems that the fat man is going to get into trouble, and he is going to be miserable......