mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 286 You've Learned Badly
Xiao Feng sat lazily on the recliner, with a wooden table beside him, and a pot of hot tea on the table, squinting his eyes at the rising sun, and said with emotion: "A beautiful day has begun again!"

In front of him, Du Qingyue, the little girl and the others rolled their eyes in their hearts, "You are beautiful, but we can't talk about anything beautiful."

Of course, when everyone was sweating, Xiao Feng didn't just sit and drink tea and bask in the sun, but also began to find information about ninjas.

After all, knowing that there are such a group of people staring at you, you can win every battle if you know yourself and the enemy. At least what means the other party has, you must do it. Last night
However, the more he learned, the more Xiao Feng felt that the ninja business was really miraculous. For example, in terms of diet, different schools eat different foods, and some schools even only eat one kind of food for a lifetime, mainly grain food. host.

For example, onions, ginger, garlic, leeks and mutton, which will increase body odor after eating, are absolute taboos.

To put it bluntly, if you become a ninja, you have nothing to do with food.

In addition, the ninja's methods are also numerous, such as the "golden escape technique" used by Shixiong Inagaki when he escaped last night, which instantly blinds people, is just one of them.

However, Xiao Feng reads these stories as novels, just to get acquainted with them, he believes what he thinks is credible, and automatically filters out those who blow too much.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Ding dong!"

Du Qingyue and the others looked out the door together, only to see a young man standing outside the door, holding a food box in his hand, with a friendly smile on his face.

"Go ahead." Xiao Feng put down the tablet computer in his hand, walked towards the door, and looked at each other while walking.

The man was wearing a gray coat, and a scarf of the same color was hanging around his neck. His facial features were very distinct, giving him a very tough feeling. His two eyes were particularly bright, and he looked unusual, much like a TV drama from the Republic of China period Returning students.

"You are?" Xiao Feng asked while opening the door.

"My name is Zhao Guoan, and I live next door to you. When I went out for a run in the morning, I saw so many people in your yard, so I specially made some breakfast and brought it here." Zhao Guoan put his posture very low, raised his head while speaking With the food box in his hand, his two eyes were always facing Xiao Feng's gaze, looking extremely sincere.

"Please come in." Xiao Feng let Zhao Guoan in.

The two sat face to face at both ends of the wooden table, Zhao Guoan said with a smile: "When I passed by before, I saw that their warm-up movements were very particular. Subduing Demon Pestle, let me ask you a question, do you run a martial arts gym?"

"Probably." Xiao Feng replied ambiguously, he had never practiced the Yi Jin Jing, and this set of movements was also summed up based on experience. Warming up requires efficiency, not form.

Just like the little girl and others, they thought it was radio gymnastics at first, but they immediately understood the power of it as soon as they got started.

Thinking about it this way, Xiao Feng looked at Zhao Guoan on the opposite side again. An outsider watching the excitement, an expert watching the way, the other party can see the mystery of this set of movements at a glance, this kind of vision is not easy!
Zhao Guoan was very calm, and said to himself: "The ancestors of my family are imperial doctors, and they have been passed down from generation to generation. It can barely be regarded as a family of medicine. I have also practiced some boxing since I was a child, but it is for physical fitness. If you really want to It won’t work if you start a fight.”

"Interesting." Xiao Feng nodded with a smile. Since Zhao Guoan came in, he has been showing kindness and revealing his own situation, but he didn't ask himself at all. It is naturally impossible to say that there is no purpose in doing so. .

Of course, simply wanting to make friends is also a kind of purpose.

"I forgot to ask you, what's your last name?" Zhao Guoan asked.

While pouring a cup of tea, Xiao Feng replied, "Miangui's surname is Xiao, and the single name is Feng."

After finishing speaking, I feel that such a conversation seems to be quite interesting, like filming a TV series.

"Mr. Xiao can buy a house here, he is young and promising!" Zhao Guoan praised calmly, and he gave people a very sincere feeling when flattering, making people not feel that he was flattering at all, but sending out Sincerely think so.

To put it bluntly, this is a natural sycophant.

"You live here too, we look about the same age." Xiao Feng responded lightly.

"It's not the same." Zhao Guoan shook his head: "I can live here because of the shadow of my ancestors. Besides, this house is not mine, it's just a temporary residence."

"Borrowing?" Xiao Feng was a little confused. When he was in the sales department, he had never heard that the villas here had a rental business.

Zhao Guoan explained: "I don't have any storefronts, and on weekdays I just give some high-ranking officials recuperation. Some of them will lend me some houses that I don't live in to thank you."

"Yes, it seems that Chinese medicine is still very popular." Xiao Feng did not hide his envy, and judging from Zhao Guoan's words, he still has some real things in his hand, which is not the same as those who simply rely on fooling around.

Zhao Guoan was not polite, and said bluntly: "The profession of a doctor has been the same in all dynasties and generations. People eat whole grains, and no one has suffered serious illnesses or minor disasters."

After finishing speaking, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "Nowadays, the taste of Chinese medicine has changed a bit. Cupping and foot therapy, and even medicinal wine that has no effect have to be crowned with words such as Chinese medicine for health preservation. Over time, the word Chinese medicine is no different from a liar. .”

"Are you a liar?" Xiao Feng half-jokingly asked.

"Half of it." Zhao Guoan replied seriously: "In ancient times, Chinese medicine also worked part-time as fortune-telling, and the theory of Chinese medicine is based on the foundation of Chinese studies and extended, prescribing medicines requires a lot of things in this area."

Xiao Feng became interested, passed his hand over and said, "Take my pulse?"

Zhao Guoan said with a smile: "It's the same whether you have a name or not. Mr. Xiao has a rosy complexion and a good complexion. However, although there is no blood in his eyes, the corners of his eyes are slightly dark. It should be because he has not had a good rest recently and lacks sleep."

"It's quite accurate, but what you said is indeed a bit like a liar." Xiao Feng said after drinking a cup of tea.

"No way." Zhao Guoan shrugged, and said helplessly, "I learned this way when I was a child, and I can't change the habit."

As he spoke, he took out a delicate leather cigarette case from his pocket and handed one to Xiao Feng.

"I don't have this hobby." Xiao Feng shook his head and declined.

"I grow the tobacco leaves myself. You can try it. It moisturizes the lungs and relieves cough. You can adjust the taste yourself. My taste is relatively light. It is mint flavor." Zhao Guoan said.

Seeing the other party's insistence, Xiao Feng took it, put it on his nose and sniffed it. It was indeed different from the smell of ordinary cigarettes, and it didn't look like there were any poisonous substances.

"Snapped!"

As soon as the cigarette was lit, the little girl came over with her hips crossed: "Brother Xiao Feng, you've learned badly!"

Du Qingyue also frowned slightly, learning what is not good to learn to smoke, and even looked at Zhao Guoan with disgust.

"Uh..." Zhao Guoan was a little embarrassed. He seemed to be regarded as a villain who taught others not to learn well, so he quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I made this smoke myself. Addiction, if you don’t believe me, you can try it.”

"Is that so?" The little girl was suspicious, but she didn't accept the cigarette Zhao Guoan handed over.

In fact, Zhao Guoan was also very uncomfortable in his heart. Passing cigarettes to an underage girl, he always felt an indescribable sense of guilt, and he said that his conscience was very condemned.

(End of this chapter)