Bai Laowu was so attracted by the aroma of the chicken soup that he lost most of his soul.

He said with a flattering look on his face: "Young man Luo can't eat so much, so Qing'er, let's give it to Uncle Bai."

"A chicken leg?"

"Chicken wings?"

"I won't even give you a chicken butt!" She directly interrupted his bargaining.

He was anxious, scratching his liver and lungs like an ant on a hot pot.

Yang Ruoqing not only refused to give him chicken soup, but also scolded him.

"Tangyazi is your soldier, Uncle Bai."

"Now that your soldiers are being bullied like that, do you have the dignity to be a military leader?"

"You still want to beg for chicken?"

At this moment, Bai Laowu was ****ing over the fragrant chicken soup, racking his brains to think of how to please Yang Ruoqing.

After hearing what she said, he followed her thoughts and said, "It's a shame, so Yi Qing'er, what do you think I should do?"

"Uncle Bai, teach Tang Yazi kung fu and let him defeat that Zhong Zheng and regain his place."

"I will cook delicious food for you every day from now on, as long as your belly is big enough to hold it!"

"How about it? Okay or not? Just one word!" she said.

Bai Laowu looked at her and then at the earthen jar behind her, with a look of tangle, conflict and struggle.

Ever since that incident happened and the prince disappeared, he had sworn an oath.

For the rest of my life, I have to sharpen my sharpness. If I don't use my kung fu easily, I will just be a kitchen soldier who lives for the rest of my life.

But……

"After eating so many good things from you, it's unjustifiable if I don't get something out of you!"

Bai Lao Wudao.

"Boy Luo is a soldier under my command. If I protect him, I won't break my oath, right?"

He muttered.

Yang Ruoqing heard clearly.

"Thank you, Uncle Bai. Come on, let's eat a chicken leg first!"

A fragrant big fat chicken leg was delivered to Bai Laowu.

The last trace of hesitation disappeared in an instant.

When he came to his senses, he chewed off most of the chicken leg in one bite.

There were scraps of chicken on his face, beard, and mouth.

Luo Fengtang happened to see this scene when he walked into the kitchen.

He was surprised.

Yang Ruoqing immediately ran over and dragged him to Bai Laowu.

"Tangyazi, hurry up, thank Uncle Bai quickly." she urged.

"Ah?" The two-foot-long monk couldn't figure out what to do.

Yang Ruoqing blinked at him: "Uncle Bai is going to teach you how to box and kick."

Luo Fengtang came back to his senses and finally understood why Qing'er did so much.

There was a look of emotion on his face, and then he clasped his hands and bowed deeply to Bai Laowu who was chewing chicken bones: "Thank you, Army Chief..."

"Yeah, it's delicious..."

Bai Laowu focused on the chicken drumstick in his hand and said vaguely.

Luo Fengtang was startled for a moment, then looked at Yang Ruoqing again.

But Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, turned around and tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Bai Laowu.

"Uncle Bai, please have another chicken leg."

"You gave me your legs, what will Luo boy eat? How embarrassing..."

Bai Laowu said this, and his hand had already taken the chicken leg.

Yang Ruoqing took two more bowls and poured two bowls of chicken soup.

One bowl was given to Bai Laowu, and the other bowl was given to Luo Fengtang.

"Put in the wolfberry, which nourishes the blood. Drink it while it's hot." She said.

Luo Fengtang glanced at the chicken soup in his hand, it smelled so good.

"Qing'er, drink it." He put it in front of her.

She smiled and shook her head: "I don't need to replenish it. If I do, my nose will bleed. You drink it quickly."

Luo Fengtang nodded, then picked up the bowl and drank it all in one breath.

After watching the two men eat and drink, Bai Laowu brought Luo Fengtang to the warehouse.

There are a lot of ice cubes in the warehouse, and the temperature is much cooler than elsewhere.

Bai Laowu said to Luo Fengtang: "In the early years, I was hungry and often competed with wild dogs for food. Later, I created a set of boxing techniques and named it Dog Fighting Boxing..."

"Pfft..."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh.

"Uncle Bai, we haven't studied enough, so don't fool us! How can you have such a weird name?"

She couldn't help but complain.

Bai Laowu glared at her: "Young girl is good at cooking, but you don't understand this?"

"Even though the name of my boxing technique is not good, it is quite powerful!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded quickly and stepped aside obediently, not to disturb Bai Laowu's teaching of Luo Fengtang's boxing technique.

Bai Laowu pointed to a pig's hind leg on the meat table in front of him and said to Luo Fengtang: "Can you smash this pig's hind leg into a puddle of meat in half an hour with just a pair of fists without a knife?"

When Luo Fengtang heard this, his eyes fell on the hind legs of the pig in front of him.

This is the hind leg meat of a wild boar.

I estimate it weighs about seventy or eighty kilograms.

After being chilled, the originally tight muscles of the wild boar meat became even tighter and firmer, as hard as a stone.

He looked at his fists again.

Don't say that this fist is made of flesh, even if he holds a knife in his hand.

You can't chop so much wild boar meat into puree in half an hour!

He shook his head and said truthfully: "I can't do it."

Bai Laowu smiled meaningfully.

"Silly boy, you don't know how to do it now because your brute strength has not been tolerated."

"The power within you is like a wild horse that has escaped its stiffness and is difficult for you to control."

"If you can't control it, your power will be dispersed. You can't use your strength in one place. If you encounter shrimps, soldiers and crabs, you can deal with them."

"But when you meet a real practitioner like Zhong Zheng, you will suffer a big loss!" Bai Laowu said earnestly.

Hearing Bai Laowu's pertinent words, Luo Fengtang had a look of emotion on his face.

What the military leader said was absolutely right. He had experienced this with Zhong Zheng before.

In terms of strength, he felt that he was not inferior to Zhong Zheng at all.

However, the effect of hitting it is far less than that of Zhong Zheng.

The reason should be here.

"Commander, please enlighten me!" Luo Fengtang once again clasped his hands and arched his head towards Bai Laowu.

Bai Laowu nodded, took a step forward, shook his sleeves and raised his hands.

"I'll type it again first, please look carefully!"

he said.

His legs were slightly bent, his hands were raised like palm knives, his left hand drew a semicircle out of thin air in front of his body, and then he pushed it out.

The same goes for the right hand.

Then he clasped his hands together, turned his wrists, and made a few clicking sounds from his joints.

His hands suddenly turned into fists, hitting the piece of wild boar meat with a series of ping-ping-pong-pong blows...
To be continued...