Fangjia noodle shop

The guests in the afternoon continued to come one after another, so the closing time was a bit late today.

Although the time for the two of them to practice martial arts was later than usual, but as the sky grew longer, they felt that the time was just right.

Taking advantage of the gap between practicing, Fang Mu opened up the conversation, "You are so good at kung fu, do you have a master?"

Zhan Bolin shook his head.

"No, then who did you learn Kung Fu from?"

silence.

"Hmm...can't you say it?" Fang Mu wondered, since there is no master, where did this move come from?

Zhan Bolin glanced at Fang Mu, who was guessed by the only son, and said slowly, "Self-study."

"Wow! That's amazing! Did you research your own Kung Fu? You created it yourself!" Fang Mu was amazed again and again.

Zhan Bolin paused for a moment, "I didn't create it myself." He raised his foot and lightly kicked Fang Mu's left leg, "Raise your knee, make it higher."

Fang Mu was puzzled, but he didn't have time to think about it, because the next move required concentration, and the coordination of the whole body was especially important. Otherwise, when the punch was punched, the opponent didn't do well, but he came to a big horse party first.

After he finished this move, Zhan Bolin explained: "Someone gave me two books, and I will learn from them."

Fang Mu groaned inwardly, his face suddenly enlightened.

After being quiet for a while, Fang Mu concentrated on practicing a few moves. After pondering for a while, he mustered up his courage, "Well, today..."

"The movement is coherent!" Zhan Bolin said seriously, "How can you learn Kungfu well if you don't concentrate when practicing." It must be known that the standard level of a movement will play a vital role in fighting.

Fang Mu didn't dare to say any more after being scolded, and concentrated on his concentration, finishing a few coherent moves without distraction.

At the end of this paragraph, Zhan Bolin said to take a break, and the two sat casually aside.

"You, um, why did you come here to work?" Fang Mu hesitated for a long time, and finally asked the question he had always wanted to ask.

"silver."

"Oh." Fang Mu nodded, the answer was reasonable, but he always felt that he was not someone who would be willing to be the waiter in the shop, and the person who ate noodles today obviously knew him, and the two of them were not very friendly, which really filled his stomach Doubts but no one to answer ah.

Fang Mu looked at Zhan Bolin's cold side face. When he looked at him before, he felt like his face was carved by a knife, cold and sharp. If he looked at him more, he would feel the coldness all over his body. It's colder, but another unknown little joy "Puff" pops up. After watching it for a long time, I even feel that the fierceness is mixed with handsomeness, and the more I look at it, the more I like it.

This person is not good at words, but he can answer his own questions; this person doesn't want to meddle in other people's business, but he lends a helping hand because of his request; this person, every time I look at him, my heart will always be pounding Jump.This person, to him...

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The business in the store is booming day by day, and the source of customers is basically fixed, except that occasional festivals will increase the number of customers who go out.The number of noodle types in the store has increased to fourteen and then stopped increasing. One is that Fang Mu’s ability is limited, and many pots need to be filled to cook the soup. There are many, but the pots that need to cook the noodles are different, the hardness of the noodles required is different, and even the ingredients and cooking time are different, and a series of other trivial conditions have been divided by Fang Mu.丨Lack of skills; the second is the noodle list left by his parents, which he would have made himself, and after researching the newly made noodle, that’s all. There are even several kinds of noodles in it that are not sold all year round. He doesn't eat much, and the taste is not very clear, so he really can't make them.

Life is going on in a normal way. Although Fang Mu is always busy in the kitchen, he is getting acquainted with some old customers and new customers who come frequently. He occasionally comes out to say hello. Zhan Bolin is still the same, and I don’t see him talking to anyone. A word, let alone a few words with whom to greet.

During the daytime, it has become a small habit of Fang Mu to secretly look at Zhan Bolin's work. See his upright figure, his firm silhouette, the strength and stability of his arms when he carries many trays together, and the neat silhouette when he turns sideways occasionally. ...

This man seems to be arrogant and unyielding all the time, nothing can make him bow down, no one can shake his mountain-like iron will.

The arrival of the evening always makes Fang Mu secretly happy. A set of boxing skills is relatively simple at the beginning, but the later routines seem simple and unpretentious, but in reality they are complicated and changeable. , this set of boxing has finally been practiced, and his homework in the past few evenings is to play this set of boxing several times.

Today's content is still boxing exercises. After a few days, Fang Mu's fights are not smooth, but he no longer feels the bluntness of the previous ones. Hui, his eyes were even more radiant, looking expectantly at Zhan Bolin, like a puppy begging for praise and petting.

Zhan Bolin didn't show any superfluous expressions, and nodded, "Except for the angle deviation and insufficient strength of the subsequent move 'Cang Hai Yang Subo', there is no problem."

"Oh." Fang Mu's originally raised shoulders slumped, but then stood up again. There is only this move. As long as this move is practiced well, this set of boxing will be fine. He is full of confidence. Nodding, he promised himself and Zhan Bolin, "I will practice this trick well."

Zhan Bolin nodded noncommittally.

Fang Mu began to work hard in a sea of ​​self-hypnosis of "I can do it! I can do it!", his self-confidence doubled, and he let go of his hands and feet, which was a little more courageous than the previous one.

After punching again and again, Fang Mu leaned on his knees and tried to suppress his small gasps, and his bright eyes slightly opened wide to look at Zhan Bolin.

Zhan Bolinfu nodded again. He didn't want to say anything at first, but seeing the expectant and cautious expression on the other side's face, he said lightly, "Coherent and powerful, better than last time."

Fang Mu couldn't hide his happy expression, and finally turned his joy into strength, and punched again.

Zhan Bolin took a look at him, and no longer just focused on observing his routines, but instead practiced marksmanship using sticks as guns.

The two were practicing martial arts in the yard, one was valiant and heroic, the other was resolute and serious, with rustling clothes and swishing sticks, occasionally looking back, the two eyes met, but before they could see each other's appearance clearly, they suddenly realized And passed.The red clouds all over the sky are sprinkled in large swaths in this quiet small courtyard, and the orange-red light and shadow reflect the two people and the courtyard like an oil painting full of warm and pastoral atmosphere.

The half-hour practice time is over, and Fang Mu is busy with tomorrow's work. Today, Zhan Bolin changed his attitude of continuing to practice, and turned to enjoy the scenery of the rising and setting sun. Perhaps because the terrain in the courtyard is low, he jumped into the The roof fell lightly, without even hearing a sound of tiles, standing there with hands behind hands, silently facing the setting sun.

When Fang Mu finished his work, what he saw was such a picture: a tall and solid figure, standing on the roof against the light and shadow, and the large pink sunset glowing in the western sky could not melt into this cold and rigid figure , can't let him be soft, that figure is so hard, so persistent, it seems that the rock will not be shaken in the slightest.At that moment, Fang Mu felt a kind of fear in his heart, as if this god-like man was about to disappear into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

"Zhan, Zhan Bolin! Come down quickly!!!" Fang Mu shouted loudly at that moment, his mind was buzzing, so he was so terrified that he didn't hear his own voice.

Zhan Bolin had already noticed when he was staring at him. Hearing his terrified voice, he thought something happened, turned around and took a step forward, and landed in front of Fang Mu in the blink of an eye, as if he had walked straight down.He listened to the six ways and looked in all directions and found nothing unusual, so he asked Fang Mu with his eyes.

Fang Mu came to his senses after he got down. He felt that Zhan Bolin was going to disappear just now, which was obviously his hallucination. It was really shameful to call him down in a hurry. With a serious expression, "Well, there's not much firewood left."

Although Zhan Bolin was slightly surprised, he couldn't see it on his face, and only nodded to show that he knew.The firewood chopped yesterday is enough for three days, this is not much... Could it be that we will chop a few more days' worth in the future?Without thinking too much, I just looked at the pink sky in the west that had just sunk into the sun, and then went to chop wood.

Fang Mu walked around him, spurning the poor excuse he made, not to mention that it was bad, and added work to him, explaining as he turned around, "Well, just a little more chopping, I, I am Recently developed 'Wangyou Noodles', so, um, maybe use more firewood."

Zhan Bolin nodded to show that he knew.

Fang Mu watched him chopping firewood in frustration, wishing he could slap himself twice to make you think and talk nonsense.

Glancing at Zhan Bolin reluctantly, he went back to the room and prepared to study "Wangyou Noodles". Since he said he wanted to study, he had to work hard.

Fang Mu went back to the house and picked up the old noodle sheets. "Wangyou Noodles" are not sold all year round. Parents don't often make this noodle. I haven't eaten it in recent years. Not obvious, now that I think about it, I really have no clue.While his thoughts were flying, he unconsciously rubbed the face sheet.

Forget about worry?Why forget your worries?Why did my father give Mian such a name?