When I wake up in the morning, the earth is covered with silver, white snow, cool and clear.
Nie Bufan's three-layered outer layer was wrapped into a ball, looking at Li Yi, who was wearing a single shirt, practicing boxing in the yard, with envy and hatred on his face.
He angrily lit a fire in the kitchen to boil water and prepared breakfast for the two idlers. It's not a good sign that he has become a full-time cook these days. Those two guys eat and live with him, and they have to serve him
Eyes inadvertently glanced at an item in the cabinet, and my heart lit up. Nie Bufan turned his head to look outside, and saw Li Yi, who had finished his boxing practice, washing up, so he shouted, "Li Si, come here."
Li Yi came over.
Nie Bufan poured out a bag of flour and ordered, "Trouble, mix the noodles."
"Reconciling noodles?" Li Yi looked at the pile of powder and hesitated, "How to reconcile?"
"You pour some water into the flour and knead it with your hands."
Li Yi twisted a little flour with his water-soaked fingers, and said in disgust, "You better let me pick vegetables. I don't like this sticky thing."
"What? Are you not a martial artist? Why don't you like kneading dough?" Nie Bufan glared at him.
"Why do people who practice martial arts like to knead dough?"
"Kneading dough is not something that ordinary people can do well. It contains the highest essence of martial arts. You are so ignorant?"
Li Yi was silent for a while and said, "The supreme essence of martial arts?"
He couldn't see how rubbing this thing had anything to do with the essence of martial arts.
Nie Bufan looked at him with contempt and asked, "Have you heard of Tai Chi?"
"Tai Chi?"
"I know you haven't heard of it just by looking at you." Nie Bufan waved his hand and said with a solemn face, "Tai Chi is born out of no limit, the opportunity of movement and stillness, the mother of yin and yang, movement will divide, and stillness will unite. Static braking, overcoming rigidity with softness, contains the way of extreme martial arts."
"It sounds very profound, but what does this have to do with kneading dough?" Li Yi secretly pondered what Nie Bufan said just now, not like casual nonsense.
"Hum, you're optimistic." Nie Bufan gathered the flour into a circle, left a space in the middle, slowly filled with water, then crossed his hands and kneaded the flour into the water in a counterclockwise rotation, saying at the same time, "The strength is even, Dial, knead, spin, close, follow the circle as a track, the energy is connected, and the hardness and softness are combined."
Li Yi was a little disapproving at first, but slowly, his eyes became sharp, his expression changed, and he seemed to be caught in complicated thinking.
"How?" Nie Bufan stopped, patted the dough that had just formed, and said, "Knead or not?"
"Kneading." Li Yi stepped forward this time without hesitation, imitating Nie Bufan's movements just now, rubbing back and forth with the circle as the main focus.
This seemingly simple and slow movement does contain a different kind of profound meaning, which is completely different from the exercises he has learned.
Seeing Li Yi's focused look, Nie Bufan nodded with satisfaction. Anyone who has watched "Shaolin Soccer" will surely recognize that the action he just demonstrated was born out of Zhao Wei's Tai Chi kneading scene in the steamed bread shop.
Just to make Li Yi willingly work hard, he used a "supreme martial arts essence theory" to fool people.
Kneading, not to be underestimated.
Nie Bufan moved a chopping board and put it in the yard, then brought out a kitchen knife and a large piece of meat, and shouted, "Zhang San, come and help."
Zhang Junshi walked slowly.
Nie Bufan mentioned knocking on the chopping board and ordered, "Chop."
"Ah?" Zhang Junshi looked at the piece of meat, pointed to himself and asked, "You want me to chop the meat?"
Nie Bufan nodded: "I'll make dumplings later, you chop this piece of meat into minced meat."
Zhang Junshi hesitated: "This..."
"As a resident of Jiwo Village, you always have to contribute a little, otherwise the chickens in the whole village will despise you."
As if to confirm his words, there were dozens of chickens crowing around.
"Uh, okay." Zhang Junshi rolled up his sleeves, raised the knife hesitantly, and then said, "Can you give me another kitchen knife?"
Nie Bufan handed him another kitchen knife with a puzzled look on his face.
Zhang Junshi smiled lightly: "It's been a long time since I used a knife."
Nie Bufan is terrifying, could it be that this gentle-looking young master is actually an extraordinary master? Seeing him dressed in Confucian clothing and dignified, but holding a pair of knives and standing in front of the chopping board with a dignified face, no matter how you look at it, it feels discordant.
A flashing god, saw the knife rise and fall, and the meat was cut into four pieces by a cross. Zhang Junshi adjusted his breathing, and then he began to chop up with awe. Indistinguishable.
This time, it was Nie Bufan's turn to be surprised. How could a good young man turn into a meat-chopping devil when he picked up a knife
Nie Bufan just came out of the kitchen with a basin, and Zhang Junshi completed the work of chopping the meat. I saw that he scraped the knife with a still unfinished expression on his face.
There is a kind of person who is gentle on the outside, violent on the inside, looks normal, but is the most perverted. Isn't Zhang Junshi also such a dangerous person
"Have you practiced specifically?" Nie Bufan asked.
Zhang Junshi put down the knife, wiped his hands, and smiled indifferently: "I used to learn knife skills from the chef at home for a few years, but unfortunately my father found out and scolded me for being 'humiliating' and never used the knife again."
"Why do you want to learn swordsmanship?"
"I like food, and I hope that one day I will be able to make memorable dishes with my own hands. Unfortunately, in terms of cooking, I am not talented, but my knife skills have improved rapidly." Zhang Junshi showed a look of nostalgia and said leisurely, "Of course, like me Even if you have a talent for cooking, you can't become a real chef."
Nie Bufan nodded in understanding, then stepped forward and patted Zhang Junshi on the shoulder, comforting: "It doesn't matter, as long as you stay in Jiwo Village for one day, you can cut vegetables and meat to your heart's content, and this glorious job will be handed over to you in the future. already."
Zhang Junshi: "…"
Li Yi and Zhang Junshi were squeezed out of their remaining value by Nie Bufan, but when it was time for lunch, they didn't eat the dumplings they were looking forward to.
Looking at the simple three dishes and one soup in front of him, Zhang Junshi asked, "Why not dumplings?"
"Oh, I thought it would be boring to eat during the day, so I decided to make it at night."
Eating dumplings is also divided into day and night? Zhang and Li slandered silently.
During the meal, Nie Bufan discovered a strange phenomenon. Li Yi’s chopsticks would draw an arc in the air every time he picked up a dish. He wanted to pick the dish on the right, but he had to go around it from the left. Stir with a spoon.
Is it Tai Chi enchanted? Nie Bufan thought unkindly.
Zhang Junshi also seemed to have noticed it, and glanced at Li Yi several times during the period, but Li Yi was ignorant and his expression was blank.
At the end of the meal, Nie Bufan aimed at the last chicken leg left on the Chinese dinner plate and stretched out his chopsticks, who would have met the other two pairs of chopsticks in the air.
The three looked at each other and at the same time withdrew their hands, humbly saying: "You eat, you eat."
After being poor and polite for a while, the three of them stretched out their chopsticks together when they saw that no one had started.
Silence, again awkwardly withdrawing.
"Hehehehe." Zhang Junshi smiled innocently.
Li Yi was expressionless, holding the chopsticks as if he was still braking.
"You guys." Nie Bufan pointed at them with chopsticks and shouted aggressively, "No one needs to move! This chicken leg belongs to me."
Zhang Junshi lowered his head to cook the rice.
Li Yi turned to the fans, rolled a ball and stuffed it into his mouth.
Nie Bufan successfully captured the chicken leg.
After dinner, Zhang and Li sat by the window drinking tea and enjoying the snow.
"Next year, when the goddess is born, is Brother Li interested in participating in the competition?" Zhang Junshi asked.
"Not interested in."
"Oh, yes, if you are interested, you will not hide this chicken nest village."
Li Yi glanced at him and said, "What about you? Did you live in Jiwo Village because you didn't want to swim in the muddy water?"
Zhang Junshi just smiled and didn't speak, but his eyes unconsciously looked at the person who was talking to the landslide in the courtyard.
Li Yi also followed his line of sight, seeing the rich expression on his face when he was angry and happy, the expression on his face couldn't help softening.
"Hey, you two, don't sit idle in the house, come out to sweep the snow!" Nie Bufan and Tubing finished talking, and immediately called to Zhang Li and the two.
The two looked at each other and stood up at the same time.
Nie Bufan gave each of them a broom and arranged the cleaning area.
Jiwo Village is now covered with snow everywhere, and the stupid chickens are accidentally buried in the snow, and Nie Bufan has to fish them out. Fortunately, the weather was cold, and there were not many chickens who came out to find the unlucky ones, and some even entered a magical "hibernation" state, saving a lot of trouble. It's just that egg production has decreased. In the past, you could step on an egg in three steps, but now you can't see one in three days.
Nie Bufanzhi ordered Zhang Junshi and Li Yi to sweep the snow, chop wood, and take care of the chickens. They were very busy.
Zhang Li and Zhang Li have never been ordered like this before, and they are still doing the lowest manual labor.
Nie Bufan never seemed to take the rich and the poor in his eyes. He knew that Zhang Junshi and Li Yi were from a wealthy family, but he didn't care at all. Perhaps it is precisely because of such a non-discriminatory attitude that Zhang and Li ignore the difference in identities, and are willing to interact with them and naturally get close.
But it's maddening that this guy is heartless at times.
After a lot of hard work, the images of the two great young men changed drastically. Luo Tuo, who was like a sage in the dust, and Nie Bufan, who was muddy and mottled, smiled and prepared a hot bath for them. The two men were determined not to bathe together, Nie. Bufan thought it was troublesome to boil water, so he dragged them into the bath together. For the sake of comfort, Nie Bufan converted half of the utility room into a bathtub, enough to accommodate four or five people.
Zhang Li and Zhang Li were seldom twisted, but Nie Bufan was very at ease, and even showed off his naked body very shyly, with a well-proportioned body, healthy skin tone, and a special sense of beauty between movements.
However, after seeing Zhang Junshi and Li Yi naked, Nie Bufan stopped. Stronger than him, stronger than him, more... majestic.
Nie Bufan children's shoes silently burst into tears, and will never bathe with them again...
In the evening, Zhang and Li ate the dumplings as they wished. For the first time, they felt that the dumplings were so delicious. Although ordinary, they were full of joy.
"Nie Bufan, are you still eating dumplings tomorrow?" Li Yi asked.
"Still eat?"
"I want to meet up."
"… Forehead."
"He Mian does contain the profound and profound essence of martial arts, which I have not yet understood."
"..." Suddenly there is a sense of guilt of fooling the strongman and deceiving the pure.
"If I can comprehend it, my martial arts will definitely be more refined."
Nie Bufan was silent for a while, then suddenly said something very profound: "If you have peace in your heart, you can make peace at any time. You can achieve greatness without being restricted by external things."
"That's a great word."
Woohoo! This is how a generation of noodle masters was born...