After Shen Yizi and others heard about it, they all ran out to watch, and even put out some melon seeds as snacks, as if they were watching a monkey show.

Today is the ten-day holiday, so Shen Yizi doesn't have to go to work in the clinic, so he can spend the whole day enjoying himself.

A month is divided into three decades, each of which is about ten days. Shen Yizi came from the modern era, so how could he stand the 365 days in a year with no rest?

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

Anyway, she is the boss and she has the final say.

However, if she encounters an extremely urgent situation, she will not stand by and watch someone die.

People in the surrounding villages and towns also knew her rules.

On the open ground, Qian Wu did not use any weapons, and Mo Feiyang did not use any magic, but they fought with real punches and real guns.

This is a battle between men.

There aren't that many fancy moves, but it's exciting and thrilling.

Even a tiny kid like Qingbao was infected by the two men's exploding hormones. He kept jumping and shouting, and sometimes he shouted, "Come on, Uncle Qian!"

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

Shen Yizhi: Son, which side are you on? You are such a fence-sitter.

Before the fight, Mo Feiyang was very confident in himself. Warriors are not as good as cultivators. This is the perception of almost all cultivators.

After all, when a cultivator practices, they draw Qi into their body, and the spiritual energy will constantly wash over the body, remove the dirt in the body, and make the body stronger. However, a warrior may not be as strong as a cultivator in the early stage of Qi training even after working hard for more than ten years.

Not to mention, monks can also cast spells.

Often a fireball thrown by a monk is enough to cause great damage to a warrior.

Unless the warrior prevents the monk from getting close to him and exhausts the spiritual energy in the monk's body, the warrior has basically no chance of winning against the monk.

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

When fighting with Qian Wu, he was the one who retreated? When did warriors become so fierce?

However, things that made him doubt his life were still to come.

Qian Wu became more and more excited as the fight went on. The strength and potential in his body were gradually mobilized. He felt that every inch of his muscle was filled with explosive power, and one punch he threw out seemed to be able to shatter mountains and rivers.

Of course, this was all his illusion, but it was no problem for him to smash a tree with one punch.

Mo Feiyang completely put aside his previous attitude of underestimating the enemy and took it seriously.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that he couldn't compete with Qian Wu in terms of strength, but speed was his strong point.

Mo Feiyang's figure flashed and he disappeared on the spot.

Even the few people watching the fight had lost track of him.

Qian Wu's fighting spirit surged, he was not afraid at all, and even wanted to shout to the sky, let the battle be more intense! "There!"

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

He staggered and had no time to think about how Qing Bao saw through him, because Qian Wu had already punched him.

Qian Wu punched Mo Feiyang right in the chest.

Han Baoluo couldn't help but let out a low cry, but at this moment, his voice came to her ears: "Are you worried about me?"

Looking at the original place again, the person who was hit was just Mo Feiyang's afterimage.

She was both annoyed and embarrassed. She was annoyed at herself. It was undeniable that she was really worried about him at that moment. But she was embarrassed because her thoughts were exposed by the person involved.

This guy, he's in a competition, can't he be more serious? And he even has the mind to come over and talk to her!

See how she laughs at him when he loses.

As if he could see through her thoughts, Mo Feiyang chuckled, "If I win, you will promise me one thing, okay?"

"Let's talk about it after you win."

Compared with before, her attitude was obviously much softer. Realizing this, Mo Feiyang's desire for victory became stronger than ever.

Completely correct your attitude.

With this seriousness, Qian Wu couldn't help but feel tremendous pressure.

However, Mo Feiyang was too fast, and before he could even react, his neck was strangled by him.

The vital points fell into his hands. Even if I had all my strength, I couldn't exert it now.

There was reluctance and admiration in Qian Wu's eyes, "I lost."

However, his eyes were full of joy when he looked at Mo Feiyang: "It's been a long time since I had such a good fight. Let's fight again when we have time another day."

Mo Feiyang took his hand back and patted his shoulder: "Okay."

Qing Bao clapped his hands excitedly, "Uncle Mo is so awesome!"

The little guy's flattery made Mo Feiyang feel comfortable all over, but he said modestly: "There are always people better than you. There are many people in this world who are better than Uncle Mo."

Qing Bao seamlessly continued: "My father is definitely better than you!"

Mo Feiyang: “…”

This little brat is not cute at all.

Speaking of which, I have been in Lijiazhuang for a few days, but I haven’t seen Qingbao’s father. I don’t know what’s going on.

However, this thought only flashed through my mind and I didn't take it to heart.

After all, he had no interest in exploring other people's family affairs.

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

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

Facing Shen Yizhi's teasing and ambiguous eyes, Han Baoluo's face flushed. Fortunately, her grandfather went out for a walk, otherwise if he saw her, he would definitely not give this guy a good face.

Fearing that he would say something shocking in public, Han Baoluo endured the shame and said, "Come with me."

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

Seeing the two of them going into the grove, Shen Yizhi realized that there was nothing exciting to see, so he took Qing Bao back to the yard to prepare breakfast.

I was so busy watching the fight, no, competing, that I didn’t have time to cook.

Shen Yizi planned to make shrimp wontons and pair them with steamed dumplings. He would gulp down a big bowl of hot wontons, then eat a basket of solid buns while sweating profusely. It would be so cool.

The wonton soup is ready. There is a pot in the kitchen that is used to stew the soup. The fire is never turned off. Whole chickens, ducks, and large bones are added in from time to time. The meat is stewed until it is tender and the marrow in the bones is stewed out and melted in the soup. Once the lid of the pot is opened, the fragrance can be smelled ten miles away and people in the whole village can smell it.

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

As you eat each dish, the soup becomes more mellow, delicious and fragrant.

Shen Yizi first cracked a few eggs and stirred them quickly, counting to about a thousand times. He stopped only when the egg liquid formed foam. Then he poured the egg liquid into the flour and kneaded it together.

The dough kneaded in this way will be softer and taste better.