However, through the conversation, we learned that the fat boy's father was originally a military slave, but he died in battle when he followed the soldiers to the battlefield, so he could only come to the kitchen when he joined the army.
"Brother He, did you just get this booklet?"
"Alas, my father asked me to memorize this thing when I first learned to read, but I only remember half of it now..."
Xia He raised his eyebrows slightly.
"So you've practiced martial arts?"
"I have practiced it. The first three stages of martial arts training are skin refining, blood refining, and bone refining."
"You've heard about the final assessment of our kitchen this time, right? The requirement is to achieve a minor level of skin refining!"
"Only a small level of skin refining is needed? So simple? What about blood refining and bone refining?"
"Brother He, it's not simple! I've asked around, and the instructor who came to teach us is just a leather refiner."
"Those who have achieved great success in blood refining can be officially called warriors. Even those military households may not be able to achieve that."
"As for bone training, that means you are a centurion-level figure and can become an officer!"
"I see! So the threshold to becoming a Wuzu is to refine your skin? Otherwise, you can only do odd jobs in the kitchen forever?"
"That's about it."
Wang Erpang's face suddenly turned bitter.
"Alas, it's not that simple! Practicing martial arts requires a lot of talent. My father has always said that I have a strong build and strong waist since I was a child. He forces me to get up before dawn to practice boxing. However, I am already over 20 years old and have not yet reached the level of skin refining..."
Xia He looked at his chubby appearance and saw a bitter expression on his face when he mentioned practicing martial arts.
Don't you know why? Why don't you cherish such a good opportunity to learn martial arts?
When thinking about refining the skin, it would be better to lose this fat first.
It seems that if Wang Erpang's father had not died in the war, he might have planned to live a life of idleness and waiting for death.
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