"No," after Grandpa Mu took a sip of water and caught his breath, he began to tell her the origin of this boxing style.

"This boxing style was created by your great grandfather. He passed it on to my brothers and me. I am the worst at it. There will be better ones in the future."

He wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed, "Why didn't I remember it at the time?"

Now he is the only one of Mu Jiahong's generation left. If he wants to pass on the legacy, he can only pass on half of it.

Although he didn't finish, Fu Xiao could tell from the sadness in his eyes that this must be a sad story.

In order to change the subject, she stood up and said with a smile: "Grandpa, do you think I am practicing correctly?"

After saying that, she stood in front of Mr. Mu and started practicing the boxing he had just practiced.

She has a photographic memory and has memorized all the moves, but she still needs to practice more.

The moves are all correct, but the spirit is wrong, just like dancing.

But fortunately, seeing her actions, Mr. Mu finally smiled.

The sadness in his eyes also disappeared.

He began to praise her: "Guaiguai is amazing. You remembered it after only reading it once. You are better than your father."

He glared at Mu Lianshen who came out of the kitchen. "He refused to learn at the time, but only started to learn after I beat him up."

Mu Lianshen chuckled: "You two should wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

"Grandpa, wash your hands quickly, I'm starving."

Fu Xiao helped Mr. Mu to get up and walked to the side to wash his hands.

Then I went into the kitchen to help serve the dishes.

First serve the delicious braised pork.

Uncle Liu came out with the fish and Mu Lianshen came out with two plates of vegetables.

There is also a light vegetable soup.

When all the dishes were served, Mr. Mu first gave her a piece of braised pork with chopsticks, "Good boy, eat quickly."

"Uh-huh,"

Fu Xiao started to eat. It was indeed delicious. The braised pork made by Uncle Liu was different from the braised pork she had eaten before.

It’s not greasy or oily at all, and I don’t know what method was used.

Mu Lianshen picked up another piece of fish meat with the bones removed and gave her one.

She waved her hands quickly, "I'll eat it myself, you guys eat yours, don't pick any for me."

After dinner, it was not yet completely dark.

Fu Xiao was chatting with Grandpa Mu in the yard. Seeing Mu Lianshen still sitting next to them, Fu Xiao reminded him, "Don't you have an appointment at the tavern tonight?"

Mu Lianshen chuckled: "No hurry, what's wrong with letting him wait a little longer..."

So Fu Xiao ignored it and continued to listen to Grandpa Mu's story.

Time passed little by little, the sky became completely dark, and the moonlight shone down.

Mu Lianshen then stood up and walked out.

Mr. Mu looked at his back and muttered, "Who did you make an appointment with? You are so unpunctual..."

He is not usually like this. Although he doesn't arrive early, he is always punctual as long as he makes an appointment with someone.

"He said he was an old friend," Fu Xiao responded with a smile.

Old Master Mu curled his lips. What kind of friends are you talking about? Why use the word "former"?

Seeing that he looked a little sleepy, Fu Xiao helped him back to the room.

He went into Mu Lianshen's study to read.

When we arrived at the tavern, the sky was dotted with stars and it was already night.

There was only one private room with the light on in the entire pub. He pushed the door open and walked in.

In the room, Song Ruyuan brought the teapot and filled the teacup for Mu Lianshen who walked in.

"That kid is pretty famous in Beijing."

Mu Lianshen looked at him calmly and said in a low voice: "Is that what you want to say?"

He didn't care about Mu Lianshen's indifference at all, and said to himself: "You'd better arrange some people to look after the child in the future. If he becomes famous, there will be endless dangers."

"She is now a breakthrough point for the Mu family. Many of those people you have offended are lurking in secret..."

Facing what he said, Mu Lianshen's eyes revealed calmness and indifference.

Song Ruyuan chuckled helplessly: "I am the one who said too much. I believe you have already prepared for this."

He poured himself a glass of wine, and just as he was about to pour wine into the glass in front of Mu Lianshen, the mouth of the glass was covered by his palm.

Mu Lianshen looked up at him and said indifferently: "What is the name of this wine?"

"apologize,"

Mu Lianshen took his hand away, his eyes becoming even more indifferent, "What crime?"

Song Ruyuan drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, his voice a little hoarse: "My nephew, I had a bad idea. Although I have already confessed it to the child, I thought I should tell you."

When he said this, Mu Lianshen's eyes suddenly changed.

Some of An An's behavior in the afternoon suddenly had an explanation.

Mu Lianshen looked at him with a cold look in his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Speak..."

Song Ruyuan's eyes flickered, and he began to tell him the cause and effect of this matter...

"His mother, my sister, has always remembered you because you saved her. That child is a filial child and wants to use your daughter..."

After hearing his words, Mu Lianshen was stunned, with confusion in his eyes.

His voice was a little strange: "Your sister? Who is it?"