The Last Mecha

Chapter 79 Fish

"Ah Hong, how did you cook this fish? Remove the scales, cut the knife, and then? Fry first?"

"Master, spread the starch, then turn the onion, ginger and garlic on the bottom of the pot to leave a fragrance, and then add the fish. No, no, no! It's not for the onion, ginger and garlic! It's for the fish!"

"Let's say it earlier. If I ask you to teach something, I can't explain it clearly. Think about how I usually teach you. Why is this pot burnt?"

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, Master. I didn't tell you to put the oil first. Master! Take it easy, that's a spatula! It's not a sword!"

In front of the stove, Jiang Mulin flipped the iron spoon, and the porcelain plates in front of him were filled with various seasonings, onions and ginger, and a spatula twisted from the middle, which looked a bit messy.

He was humming a little tune, and he didn't care about the failure just now, as if he didn't want to give up until he cleaned up all the catties of fish.

A few red-headed gold-rimmed lanterns hung high all around, and in the orange light curtain they formed, a few long shadows were drawn from the beams of the house.

All the apprentices hung their legs upside down on the beams of the house, half leaning their bodies with their lower abdomen. It seemed that it could be punished or exercised.

This is not an easy pose. Li Yinghong, the youngest, is relatively weak in physical strength. Big beads of sweat are falling down her upside-down long hair, and her small face is flushed under the firelight. If he could persist for a long time, he would be beaten to death without making a sound.

"Master Jiang, why...or you can let us down, we still have to cook and clean up." Lu Shouliang had been holding his breath, but now that he opened his mouth, he could tell that he was really choked up, "Jiang Song No. [-] God, it’s not good if you can’t have a warm dinner, right? Mr. Jiang, you’re hungry too, let Ah Hong cook you something special, and I’ll go buy some wine.”

"Hey, do you think I'm wasting food? I'm enlightened and decided to practice cooking, otherwise I can count on you little bastards who run around all day long in the future?" Jiang Mulin turned his head and looked around at the four people on the top of the beam. , smiled slightly, "Okay, you can think about it, let's start, whoever can't stand it first, just say it, I will think about it."

What he said seemed to scatter gunpowder in the air, and the brothers and sisters looked at each other, winking, with the corners of their eyes almost tilted to the sky.

"You said it."

"I'm talking shit, why don't you say it."

"I can still hold on, it's so easy, it's like enjoying the cool."

"Then I can hang on all night. It doesn't matter if I sleep like this tonight."

"Hmph, if you don't say anything, I won't say anything."

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Jiang Mulin looked at their performance with satisfaction, and nodded, "Very good, as expected of my apprentice, he is competitive, so being a teacher can't disturb your elegance, and I'll give you an award if you win or lose."

He said, and stretched out his swarthy arms to the frying spoon, ready to harm the next fish.

"Hey, Master Jiang, I have something to tell you." Lu Shouliang rolled his eyes and said suddenly.

"What's the matter? Long story short."

"Didn't that kid Du Lanyue go to the teahouse to brag with people during the day? Then he fought with people and lost."

"If you lose, you lose. There are very few people who can beat him with the three-legged cat kung fu?" Hearing that the apprentice he personally taught was deflated, there was no wave on the face of the master, and there was no sluggish movement in his hands. "Which family beat him up? There are too many people in the martial arts world who don't like me. For Jiang Song, eh—Hong Quan? Wing Chun? I heard that there is also a branch of Baji here."

"Hehe. Not at all. He is a child from an ordinary family. He was knocked down with one punch."

"when."

The crisp sound of the spatula hitting the side of the pot pierced the night, and Li Yinghong thought helplessly that she would have to prepare new kitchen utensils later.

Jiang Mulin turned around, sat down slowly, took out a piece of malt candy wrapped in a white cloth from his pocket, broke off a piece, and chewed it carefully in his mouth, looking interested.

"Tell me about the situation in detail."

"Hey, Ah Hong is clear about this, she saw it with her own eyes."

"Ah Hong?" Jiang Mulin's eyes wandered.

"Master Jiang, you see, it's tiring for Junior Sister to say that. What if I missed some details, isn't it?"

"You have to be smart, look at those next to you, your brains are not active enough-come down, you guys."

As soon as Jiang Mulin finished speaking, four figures rushed to the ground. They quickly grabbed a few benches, and when they sat on them, their thighs, chest and abdomen trembled.

Li Yinghong secretly rubbed her leg muscles while telling her master what she had seen and heard during the day, and Jiang Mulin listened carefully to every word.

"Are you sure, no one taught that child?"

"Sure, there is no such style of play, there is no order at all, it depends on the reaction like a beast."

"That's interesting, what's his name, where does he live, have you found out?"

"Of course I asked, Ah Hong knows Master best."

"Smart ghost, I'll give you a credit later - it's all right for you guys, Ah Hong cooks the dishes, and the rest of you clean up and sleep at night."

"Master~ I'm going to buy a spatula. It's not because you use it badly. It's because it's not easy to use."

All the disciples around him dispersed, leaving Jiang Mulin sitting on the spot alone, he broke off the palm-sized maltose one by one and stuffed them into his mouth quietly.

Footsteps of different shades came from the front door, and Du Lanyue carefully stretched his neck inward. His head was wrapped with a thick bandage that smelled of medicine, and the corners of his eyes were still bloodshot.

Back in the capital, because of Jiang Mulin's name, most powerful people tolerated him.The juniors who didn't care about it would probably beat him too. However, this is the first time that I have lost face for Xingyimen.

Whether Jiang Mulin will have an attack, and how it will occur, Du Lanyue has no idea about this point.

"Lanyue, are you back?" He who was sitting with his back facing him suddenly said suddenly.

"Master Jiang." Du Lanyue replied with a guilty conscience.

However, the next moment, the master of Xingyiquan turned around, with a mixed expression of half smile and half concern on his face.

"I heard you were beaten?"

"right"

"It's okay, how can I not be deflated a few times in my life of practicing martial arts, isn't the injury serious?"

"Small injury, it will heal in two days."

"That's good—by the way, I heard that the one who beat you was an unknown kid?"

"Eh, I may have practiced it, maybe it's quite capable. But from the hands and feet, I really can't see any moves."

"Do you think he won you by chance?"

"No. This is me."

"Okay." Jiang Mulin patted Du Lanyue's shoulder affectionately, "Go for a break, and I'll ask Ah Hong to call you after dinner."

"Thank you, Master Jiang."

Seeing that her master didn't intend to get angry at all, Du Lanyue was overjoyed, and thought that she was indeed not comparable to other senior brothers and sisters.

As soon as he turned around and was about to leave, Jiang Mulin who was behind him immediately turned his back, put his thick arms on the table, stopped looking at him, and was still chanting a name.

"Wu Hook—"

(End of this chapter)