Chapter 170： :My dad is definitely better than you

The two of them came to the open space outside the yard, and without saying a word, they just went up to work.

After Shen Yizhi heard about it, several people came out to watch, and even put out melon seeds and snacks, as if they were watching a monkey show.

Today is a day off, and there is no need to go to the hospital to work, so Shen Yizhi can spend the whole day as much as he likes.

A month is divided into upper, middle and lower periods, each of which has about ten days. Shen Yizhi came from modern times. How could he endure 365 days a year without any rest throughout the year?

So I decided to take a ten-day holiday for myself, three days a month. It’s not too much.

She is the boss anyway, she has the final say.

However, if she encounters an extremely urgent situation, she will not leave it alone.

Those families in the surrounding villages and towns also know her rules.

In the open space, Gan Wu did not use weapons, and Mo Feiyang did not use spells. Instead, they fought with fists and swords.

This is a battle between men.

There are not so many fancy moves, but it is exciting and exciting to watch.

Qing Bao, a little kid like him, was infected by the explosive hormones from the two of them. He kept jumping and shouting, and for a while he shouted: "Come on, uncle!"

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

Shen Yizhi: Ersha, whose side are you on? You, the wallflower, are too vacillating.

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

After all, monks introduce Qi into the body during cultivation, and the spiritual energy will continuously wash away the body, remove dirt from the body, and make the body stronger. However, after a warrior has worked hard to temper his body for more than ten years, his physical strength may not be as strong as that of a monk in the early stage of Qi refining.

Not to mention, monks can also cast spells.

 Often a fireball thrown by a monk is enough for a warrior to eat a pot.

Unless the warrior prevents the monk from getting close 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 have doubts about his identity.

When fighting with Ganwu, he was the one who backed away? When did warriors become so powerful?

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

The more Gan Wu fought, the more excited he became, and the strength and potential in his body was gradually mobilized. He felt that every inch of his muscles was full of explosive power, and when he punched out, it seemed as if he could shatter mountains and rivers.

Of course, this is all his illusion, but it is still no problem to smash a tree with one punch.

Mo Feiyang completely put away his original attitude of belittling the enemy and took it seriously.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, he has to admit that he can't beat Ganwu in terms of strength, but speed is his strong point.

Mo Feiyang’s body swayed and disappeared from the spot.

Even the few people watching the battle lost track of him.

Gan Wu's fighting spirit soared, he was not afraid, he even wanted to look up to the sky and shout to make the battle more fierce!

"There!"

Mo Feiyang's figure was suddenly shouted out by Qing Bao.

His feet staggered, and he had no time to think about how Qing Bao saw through him, because at this time Gan Wu had already punched him.

Gan Wuyi punched Mo Feiyang in the chest.

Han Baolu couldn't help but whisper, but at this moment, his voice came to his ears: "Are you worried about me?"

Looking at the original spot again, what was hit was just the afterimage of Mo Feiyang.

She was angry and ashamed, but she was angry at herself. It was undeniable that at that moment, she was really excited because of him. I was ashamed because my thoughts were exposed by the person involved.

This man is competing, can't he be more serious? You still have the thought to run over to her and talk to her!

Look at how she would laugh at him when he lost.

As if he saw what she was thinking, 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 unprecedentedly high.

The attitude has been completely corrected.

With this seriousness, Gan Wu couldn't help but feel great pressure.

However, Mo Feiyang's speed was so fast that he grabbed his neck before he even had time to react.

The vital point fell into his hands. Even if he had all his strength, he couldn't use it now.

There was both unwillingness and admiration in Gan Wu's eyes, "I lost."

But when he looked at Mo Feiyang, his eyes were full of joy: "It's been a long time since we fought so happily. Let's fight again another day when we have time."

Mo Feiyang retracted his hand and patted his shoulder: "That's easy to say."

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

The little guy's rainbow fart made Mo Feiyang feel comfortable all over, but he said humbly: "There are people out there, and there are many people in this world who are better than Uncle Mo."

Qing Bao seamlessly connected: "My dad is definitely better than you!"

Mo Feiyang: “…”

This little brat is not cute at all.

Speaking of which, it has been a few days since I came to Lijiazhuang, but I still haven't seen Qing Bao's father, and I don't know what the situation is.

However, this thought just turned around in my mind and was ignored.

After all, he has no interest in exploring other people’s family affairs.

What he cares most about is what Han Baoluo promised him before.

“Xiao Luo’er, do what you said before count?”

Facing Shen Yizhi's playful and ambiguous eyes, Han Baoluo's face heated up. Fortunately, his grandfather had gone for a walk, otherwise he would definitely not give this guy a good look if he saw him.

Afraid that he would say something shocking in public, Han Baoluo endured his shame and said, "Follow me."

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

Seeing the two of them go into the woods, Shen Yizhi saw that there was no excitement to see, so he took Qing Bao back to the yard to prepare breakfast.

I was too busy watching the fight, no, the competition, that I didn’t bother to cook.

Shen Yizhi planned to make shrimp and meat wontons and serve them with steamed dumplings. He would drink a big bowl of hot wontons and eat a bowl of real steamed buns. It would make him sweat. It would be so refreshing.

The wonton soup is ready-made. There is a pot in the kitchen where the soup is simmered separately. The fire has not been extinguished. From time to time, whole chickens, whole ducks, and large bone sticks are added to it. The meat is stewed until it becomes crispy, and the marrow in the bones is stewed. It comes out and melts in the soup. As soon as you open the lid of the pot, the fragrance can float ten miles away and the whole village can smell it.

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

With each bite, the soup becomes more mellow, delicious and fragrant.

Shen Yizhi first cracked a few eggs and stirred them quickly. He counted until about a thousand times and the egg liquid formed foam before stopping. 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.

She is very strong, and it takes no effort at all when kneading the dough. The dough is like plasticine in her hands, and she repeatedly ravages it until it finally takes shape.