My Sister is a Big Star

Villa backyard.

"Raise your arms higher, and the way of exerting force is not right. When attacking, you have to hold your wrists tightly, otherwise you will hurt your own joints." Qin Ze wore gloves with both hands, and while resisting Li Donglai's fierce attack, he pointed out his moves. , The place where the force is wrong.

In the past half a month, Li Donglai's performance has improved significantly, but compared to his progress in fighting, it is insignificant. When Qin Ze saw this kid for the first time, apart from his ruthlessness and brute force, he didn't know how to make moves, a typical gangster's skill.

After this period of hard training, Li Donglai has become a gangster who knows how to fight hard. To use the vocabulary of Xianxia: handyman disciple.

"Fighting is also an art, and it can be viewed from a scientific perspective. We usually say that "the world's martial arts can only be broken quickly" and "one force can reduce ten games" can be analyzed and explained by mechanics. The so-called martial arts cheats are even simpler .I divide it into three steps: training body, practicing moves, and returning to basics.” Qin Zechun taught his registered disciples.

"Why don't you say that Jindan Nascent Soul transforms into a god, crosses the catastrophe and ascends." On the steps a few meters away, Pei Ziqi bit the cucumber crisply, rolled his eyes fiercely, his delicate and fair face was full of disdain and contempt.

There is no need for Qin Ze, the master, to speak, Li Donglai reprimanded: "The most taboo of outsiders watching martial arts is to practice martial arts. If you don't understand the rules, get lost."

Pei Ziqi rolled his eyes again, and muttered: "Crazy, crazy."

Turning around, he walked back to the living room with his little butt twisted.

As soon as the girl left, Li Donglai immediately smiled obsequiously: "Master, continue talking."

Qin Ze nodded in satisfaction, and continued to tease: "To put it simply, physical training is to beat the body. Without a strong body support, no matter how many routines you practice, it is a fake move. Our great leader said that the body is the capital of the revolution. "

Li Donglai nodded again and again: "It makes sense, it makes sense. I feel that my physical condition is extremely good these days, and my dantian has a prehistoric power."

"Fortunately, it's not the evil spirit of burning silence, otherwise the teacher would have to expend energy to dredge your meridians." Qin Ze continued nonsense: "Practicing moves, as the name suggests, is to practice routines. Like when you are in math class, the teacher will first hand over the formulas to you. You, the formula is a routine, as long as you master this routine and practice hard, you can become a master."

"A master is a master. He can easily combine martial arts and mathematics, and his disciples are far behind." Li Dong said.

"But even if the students have mastered the mathematical formulas, the test results are still uneven. The top students get full marks, and the poor students fail. Why?"

"Why?" Li Donglai completely followed the master's train of thought.

"Stupid, because Xueba devotes himself to the massive exercise bank. In other words, Xueba is fighting against all kinds of enemies, accumulating experience, and finally achieves the state of winning without any moves."

"Understood, so the real chapter will come out in practice. The chivalrous men of my generation should travel around the world and fight against people from all walks of life."

"You can have this understanding, and I am very pleased for the teacher."

Li Donglai opened his mouth and said hesitantly: "Brother Qin, can we change the way we speak? I feel so ashamed."

Qin Ze felt satisfied after being addicted to "Master", and kicked Li Donglai's ass: "Go and do the exercises, I have taught you for so long, and you just improved your score from thirty to fifty. I want a pass, a pass!"

Pei Ziqi was sitting on the leather sofa, holding a cucumber in one hand and the remote control in the other, but he glanced at the backyard, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Two psychopaths."

At 11 o'clock in the morning, Qin Ze glanced at his phone, got up and said, "It's almost time, that's it for today, I'm leaving first."

Without waiting for the stunned disciple Li Donglai to persuade him to stay, he picked up the bag next to the bed and rushed out the door.

In the living room, it happened that Pei Nanman came back with two bags of fresh fruits and vegetables, "Let's go after lunch."

When Mature Pei was at home, she was still very ladylike and gentle.

Qin Ze's face changed slightly, and he put on a warm smile: "It's too disturbing,

I'll just go out and eat by myself. "

Pei Nanman smiled faintly: "Don't bother me, I'll cook your amount too. By the way, Xiao Qin, are you used to spicy food? Your locals have a sweeter taste."

Completely ignoring my words...Qin Ze forced a smile and said, "Most of the people who like sweets are the older generation, and not all Shanghai people like sweets, so I don't like it."

Pei Nanman nodded seriously, and handed the fruit to Pei Ziqi, "Go and wash the fruit."

He carried the dishes into the kitchen by himself.

Pei Ziqi looked down at this ignorant fellow, and hummed: "I don't know how many people want to eat at my family's dinner table, but they can't."

Qin Ze sighed: "Every time I finish eating the dishes made by Sister Pei, I always feel that something is wrong."

It can't be said that it is unpalatable, it must be unpalatable. The most important thing is that Pei Nanman can turn a perfect ingredient into a barely tasty dish.

That's great.

For example, the delicious seafood can taste like river fish after slipping around in her pot. The silver cod, which is famous for its tender meat, has a bit of dry tofu taste.

Really wonder how she does all this.

Pei Ziqi had a bitter face, "It's not delicious. She still enjoys going home to nurse the baby. No matter how busy she is at work, she always finds time to come back and cook for us. When she is in a good mood, she smiles and asks: What did I cook today?" How about the food! If you want to eat, I will make it for you tonight!"

Qin Ze recalled it, it seems that when he stayed in the villa for dinner for the first time, he gave 108 likes against his conscience.

No wonder she is always so enthusiastic about keeping me for dinner.

"She was intoxicated with herself, and she didn't recognize herself," Qin Ze concluded.

The corner of Pei Ziqi's mouth twitched: "Speak to my aunt if you have the ability."

"Haha, let me save your aunt's fragile three views. It is an urgent matter to face the reality." Qin Ze was a little excited. For Pei Nanman's little eccentricity, not only did not damage her image, but it became more vivid.

Qin Ze has always felt that a woman who is too perfect is too illusory. He forgot that there is such a sentence in a fantasy novel in the second half of the middle school: the sun will move when the sun is full, and the moon will lose when it is full. Imperfect is good, and imperfect women are more reassuring. For example, the Humeizi sister at home, she has a good figure and a good face, she can be called perfect. But her personality is too bad, so she has lived heartlessly until now.

If my sister had a more gentle and generous personality, she would probably be jealous of her beauty.

Li Donglai just happened to come down from the second floor. When he heard the conversation between the girl and the chef, he was startled. He looked at the kitchen where the dishes were being washed, and lowered his voice: "Brother Qin, don't be impulsive. If you tell my auntie that her cooking skills are bad, she will turn her face of."

Pei Ziqi nodded in sympathy, shook his head again and again, and urged: "No, no, my aunt is very generous, just go."

Li Donglai glared at the sinister girl.

Qin Zexin said, you have never seen my culinary skills that easily grab the stomachs of two women. But Li Donglai's cautious words broke Qin Ze's self-confidence. Li Donglai: "My aunt is very confident in her culinary skills. The head chef of a five-star hotel cooks herself, and my aunt's evaluation is: "It's not bad. "But her evaluation of her cooking skills, two words: perfect!"

When Qin Ze heard this, he immediately faltered.

Nima, this family in front of me is not Qin Baobao, a local girl who has never been to a five-star hotel. He has seen the cooking skills of a five-star chef. Dare to say that it is better than a five-star chef?

Pei Ziqi's signature white eyes rolled up: "I'm just bragging, I hate a bragging man like you the most. I just took it as a joke and washed the fruit."

Pei Ziqi is a freshman in high school, a 17-year-old big lolita, with a small waist and thin legs and a raised buttocks. She looks a bit like Pei Nanman. She should be a schoolgirl-level goddess at school, but her temper is too bad, just like Pei Nanman himself said De: This brother and sister are too hostile.

If you say turn your face, you turn your face, which made Qin Ze feel a little bit embarrassed.

Li Donglai persuaded: "Brother Qin, forget it, my aunt got angry, very fierce."

Qin Ze smiled, "Come on, swear a few more words."

Pei Ziqi was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "You're crazy."

"continue!"

"I think your brain is really sick."

"Is your vocabulary so impoverished?"

"You stupid, idiot, brain-dead bastard..."

"Very good." Qin Ze pressed his hands, indicating that it's all right. The system's task prompt echoed in my mind: Ding! Please make a delicious meal that astounds everyone, one hundred and twenty points will be rewarded for success, and corresponding points will be deducted for failure.

Sure enough, the harder you suppress, the more ferocious the rebound. The desire of the heart can be manipulated to a certain extent.

Li Donglai stared at him dumbfounded, he didn't expect you to be such a master.

The way Pei Ziqi looked at him was really crazy, with a trace of abnormality mixed in.