In the afternoon, it started raining again, and quite heavily, but this didn't affect Hong Xiaoduo and the others at all.
I went shopping after lunch this morning and bought some dried fruit and snacks as treats.
Quan Jinghuai was intently studying the secret manual that Hong Xiaoduo had just given him—Sanda!
He had never heard of this technique before. The manual stated that the founder of this sect was surnamed Mei, Mei Huizhi. However, his location was not noted.
The punches, kicks, and throws may seem simple, but the moves are concise yet highly practical in combat.
The secret manual can be summarized in one sentence: kick from a distance, strike up close, and take down enemies at close range!
As he finished reading, Quan Jinghuai stood up, holding the manual in one hand, and began to mimic the movements, throwing punches and kicks...
When Hong Xiaoduo first gave him this manual, he thought it was useless. He thought that with all his skills, his six disciples could learn it and comprehend it properly, and then they would be even more powerful than him.
But now, after looking at the manual in his hand, he became so engrossed that he even felt guilty for betraying his sect.
After a brief struggle, he made a decision: to figure out these moves as soon as possible and then teach a few more disciples.
Tian Shu and the others had just finished doing math all afternoon and were taking a short break before going out for dinner.
Hong Xiaoduo noticed that Tianxuan was lost in thought and assumed that he was thinking about Hu Jiawang again, so she called him over and asked him directly what was on his mind.
However, after Tianxuan said it, Hong Xiaoduo sighed helplessly, realizing that she had been overthinking things.
The reason this kid was distracted wasn't because of Hu Jiawang at all, but because of a dish he ate at that small restaurant at noon. He had tried to make it according to the recipe Hong Xiaoduo had found, but failed several times.
"Do you think he would agree if I secretly gave the head chef at that restaurant some money to teach me how to cook that dish?" Tianxuan asked.
"Tianxuan, tell me the truth, are you so dedicated to cooking because you enjoy it, or do you just want to cook for us?" Hong Xiaoduo asked the question she had wanted to ask for some time.
Tianxuan was a little confused. What was the difference between the two?
But since she asked, he certainly couldn't just give a casual answer, so he thought about it seriously and said, "At the beginning, I just wanted to know how to cook, cook well, and let everyone eat."
Later, I don't know when it started, but it seemed to become more than just that. When I learned to cook a dish and succeeded, I felt very happy. It wasn't the kind of happiness that comes from being praised. Oh, I can't describe it more specifically, but I just felt very satisfied and happy." After saying that, Tianxuan scratched her head a little shyly.
I told her I like cooking, she doesn't think I'm unambitious, does she?
After hearing Tianxuan's words, Hong Xiaoduo was certain that this kid genuinely loved cooking.
But if he really is Prefect Ye's son, and he is taken back to Jiaozhou, then he won't be allowed to spend all his time in the kitchen anymore!
Furthermore, if he really is Prefect Ye's son, I wonder what Prefect Ye's reaction would be if he found out that his son has been working as a cook all along!
Never mind all that, now that Tianxuan is with her, she'll do her best to satisfy and support him as long as he's happy.
"Tianxuan, here's what we'll do. You don't need to think about how to spend money to have that chef teach you how to cook. Since you like cooking, I'll think of a way to find you a few chefs."
"At that time, you can learn any cuisine you want." Hong Xiaoduo thought of video tutorials.
We need to try as soon as possible to see if we can bring people into the space.
Or, if there are other methods, we can ask Old Man Luo to come up with a solution.
"Really? Well, isn't it unnecessary to go through all that trouble?" Tianxuan was initially pleasantly surprised, but then felt it was inappropriate.
"Don't worry about this. We don't even know if it will work out. But whether it does or not, remember not to tell anyone." Hong Xiaoduo reminded him before realizing she had been a bit impulsive.
Because, as of now, she herself doesn't know if she can bring people into the space.
It's too early to say that.
Perhaps it was because she was thinking that if Tianxuan was the son of Prefect Ye, she would have to separate from the child in the future, so she was eager to give him as much as possible!
"Mmm," Tianxuan nodded in response.
I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but I feel like she’s been paying extra attention to me lately.
Listening to the rain outside at night, Lan Zechen muttered to himself, "Will the rain stop by tomorrow morning?"
But before a quarter of an hour had passed, the sound of rain stopped.
Lan Zechen got up without minding the trouble, opened the window and looked out. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything, so he reached out his hand to feel it, and the rain actually stopped!
"This girl, could she be related to the celestial being in charge of rain in Heaven?" he muttered to himself as he closed the window, went back to bed, and slept soundly this time.
Nothing happened that night, which shows that the person keeping watch was indeed planning to make a move on the road.
The next morning, I went to a noodle shop and ate braised noodles.
When ordering noodles, Tianxuan told the waiter how many bowls she wanted, then belatedly realized she had ordered an extra bowl. She quickly told the waiter to take one away.
But no one laughed at him. After several months of getting along, he had gotten used to many things, and change takes time.
However, Hu Jiawang's departure was completely different from Kaiyang's.
No one would think of him the way they would think of Kaiyang.
The group noticed that one of the two people who had been keeping watch from behind the day before was now eating noodles in the noodle shop, just one table away from them. They probably thought he was worried that the group might change their route.
While eating his noodles, Leng Changping silently watched the diners of all ages at the other tables.
Hmph, eat as much as you can while you can now, because when you go to see the King of Hell, there won't be any left to eat.
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