An hour later, the old man took out a piece of meat from the pot, put it in his mouth, and chewed it a few times.
"It's ripe."
He stretched out his left hand and waved it under the pot. The flame that was still burning just now disappeared in an instant, along with the scalding temperature.
The entire pot looked as if there had never been a fire.
He took out a slightly larger piece of meat, put it to his mouth and blew it a few times. It felt like it wasn't too hot anymore, and then he threw it towards Xiao Chen.
"Take it, little glutton."
After catching the piece of meat, Xiao Chen had no intention of eating it.
With a single wave of his hand, he not only extinguished the flames, but also suppressed all the heat. This old man must be the legendary expert.
Thinking about the old man's two attacks in the town, and then thinking about his embarrassing appearance as he was chased all over the street, Xiao Chen knelt on the ground with a "pop".
"Grandpa, I want to learn martial arts from you." Xiao Chen's face was full of sincerity.
"What, what did you say?"
"I want to learn martial arts from you." Xiao Chen replied.
"The sentence above this one."
Xiao Chen thought for a long time: "I just want to learn martial arts from you, nothing else."
The old man threw the tree branch to the ground: "Let me remind you, it's three words."
"Grandpa?" Xiao Chen asked in surprise.
"Well, you can learn martial arts from me, but you can't call me that. Just think of another name." As he said that, the old man put his hands on his waist and made a nondescript pose.
"Grandpa?" Xiao Chen asked.
The old man shook his head.
"Fat Grandpa?"
The old man shook his head again, with a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
"Old fat grandpa?"
"Oh, how did you do it?" The old man threw his hands and said dissatisfied, "Forget it, let me remind you."
Immediately, he put his hands on his hips and resumed his previous posture, "Look at me now, do I look like a big brother?"
"Big brother? But you look really old." Xiao Chen said in embarrassment.
"Are you old? Do I look really old?" As if he didn't believe his ears, the old man was in front of Xiao Chen's eyes in an instant, holding his knees with both hands, his body slightly arched, and staring into Xiao Chen's eyes and asked.
Once again, he was shocked by the old man's speed, and his eagerness to become a disciple forced him to follow the old man's wishes.
"No, too old."
The old man didn't speak. He looked into Xiao Chen's eyes for a while, then stood up straight and turned his back to Xiao Chen.
"You're lying. It seems that I really look old."
Hearing the old man speak like this, Xiao Chen's heart tightened. He was afraid that the old man was in a bad mood and would not teach him martial arts. He was about to continue lying to make the old man happy, but was interrupted by the other party's words.
"Forget it, let's each give in. You call me old man, and I'll teach you martial arts," the old man said.
"Master, please accept..." Xiao Chen was about to kneel down, but his words were interrupted by the old man again.
"You call me old man, and I will teach you martial arts. This will save you the trouble of becoming a master."
"But..."
"But what? Do you want to learn? If you don't learn, you will get it." The old man reached out and grabbed a piece of meat from the pot, walked straight to the pile of straw, lay down, and started chewing.
Xiao Chen also walked to the pot and reached out to fish out the meat.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, "Oops, he screamed."
"Didn't I give you a piece of cold food? Why are you fishing for it again?" The old man glanced at Xiao Chen and said.
"I want to try whether the meat is hot or not." He muttered awkwardly, walked to the pile of straw, and lay down too.
"Old man, when will you start teaching me martial arts?"
"what do you want to learn?"
When he thought about the man chasing him with a wooden pole just now, Xiao Chen really wanted to chop him with a knife.
"Knife, I want to learn swordsmanship from you." Xiao Chen said.
"Knives are for killing people, so why should you learn how to do it? No, no, no." The old man shook his head.
"It's true that the knife is for killing people, but it's all bad people who are killed. Those bad people should be killed in the first place." Xiao Chen took a bite of meat and muttered.
The old man thought about it thoughtfully: "What you said seems to make sense. OK, I'll teach you sword skills. Is there anything else you want to learn? I know a lot."
"And your speed. If you can't beat someone, you can run away." Thinking of the feeling of being chased today, Xiao Chen felt that with such fast speed, he would not be afraid of being chased.
"You boy, you are quite naughty. What you need to learn is that one can fight and the other can run. Isn't that trick I did to put out the fire cool?" the old man started to show off.
"Handsome, so handsome." Xiao Chen hurriedly followed suit.
Seeing Xiao Chen's happy look, the old man narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice, and pretended to be mysterious: "Do you want to learn?"
"I don't want to learn." Xiao Chen shook his head.
"Why?" The old man became anxious and sat up. The straw he brought down made Xiao Chen's face fall.
Reaching out to remove the straw from his face, Xiao Chen said, "I don't like cooking, there's no point in learning that."
"Okay." The old man stood up directly, "From tomorrow on, I will cook at home and you will go out to steal, not buy, meat."
Xiao Chen didn't say anything, but he couldn't help but laugh in his heart, "I still bought it, but I told you it was stolen several times, just because I didn't know."
After eating and drinking, Xiao Chen felt sleepy. He lay on the straw and fell asleep.
The old man was sitting at the door, still sulking, waiting for Xiao Chen to come over and apologize to him.
A snoring sound interrupted his reverie.
"You don't come to comfort me, but you sleep there." The old man became even more angry when he heard the heavy snoring.
Stand up and walk to the straw to settle accounts with Xiao Chen.
However, the scene before him completely extinguished his anger.
Xiao Chen, who was as skinny as wood, curled up in the grass, hugging the remaining bones tightly in his arms, with a satisfied smile on his face.
He took off his clothes and covered Xiao Chen's body.
In the morning, when Xiao Chen woke up, the old man had rekindled the firewood and boiled half a pot of cold water.
"Old man, you're cooking so early." Xiao Chen rubbed his eyes and sat up.
Looking at the clothes covering his body, Xiao Chen felt a little embarrassed. He stood up and put the old man's clothes back on his body.
"Old man, how about I learn how to put out fires with you?" Xiao Chen said flatteringly.
"Don't even think about that move, I've already forgotten it." The old man rolled his eyes at him.
Seeing that he had nothing to say, Xiao Chen's face was filled with a smile: "What shall we eat today?"
"I'm cooking today, and I'll cook whatever you buy." The old man said proudly.
Xiao Chen spread his hands: "I don't have a single coin, how can I buy it?"
"This has nothing to do with me. I'm just a cook. If you can't buy it back, we'll both be hungry."
Looking at the old man, Xiao Chen grinned twice, turned around, and walked out of the temple gate.
"I've bought everything I can buy in the nearby villages. Please go further."
