Chapter 10: Tai Chi

　　 Wake up early in the morning, the earth is already covered in silver, white snow, calm and clear.
　　 Nie Bufanli was wrapped into a ball on three outer layers, watching Li Yi in a single coat practicing boxing in the yard, with a look of envy and hatred.
　　 He made a fire and boiled water in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the two idlers. By the way, these days he has almost become a full-time cook, which is not a good phenomenon. Those two guys eat and live with him, but he has to wait on them?
　　 eyes inadvertently glanced at something in the cabinet, and his heart brightened. Nie Bufan turned his head and looked outside, only to see Li Yi who had finished practicing boxing was freshening up, so he shouted: "Li Si, come here."
　　 Li Yi came over.
　　 Nie Bufan poured out a bag of flour and ordered: "Trouble, make the noodles."
　　 "Make noodles?" Li Yi looked at the pile of powder and hesitated, "How to make peace?"
　　 "You pour some water in the flour, and then knead it with your hands."
　　 Li Yi twisted a bit of flour with his fingers still wet, and said disgustedly: "You should let me pick vegetables, this thing is sticky, I don't like it."
　　 "What? Are you not a martial artist? Why don't you like kneading noodles?" Nie Bufan stared at him.
　　 "Why do martial arts practitioners like kneading noodles?"
　　 "Kneading noodles is not something that ordinary people can do well. It contains the highest martial arts essence. You are so ignorant?"
　　 Li Yi was silent for a moment, and said: "The highest martial arts essence?"
　　 He can't see how rubbing this thing has anything to do with the essence of martial arts.
　　 Nie Bufan looked at him contemptuously, and asked: "Have you heard of Tai Chi?"
　　 "Tai Chi?"
"You know you haven't heard it before." Nie Bufan waved his hand and said solemnly, "Tai Chi is born without extremes, the machine of movement and static, the mother of yin and yang, the difference between movement and the harmony between calmness. Braking statically and overcoming rigidity with softness implies the ultimate martial art."
　　 "It sounds very deep, but what does it have to do with kneading?" Li Yi wondered to himself what Nie Bufan had just said, it was not like slurs.
"Hmph, you look good." Nie Bufan gathered the flour into a circle, leaving a space in the middle, and slowly filled with water, then crossed his hands, knead the flour into the water in a counterclockwise rotation, and said at the same time, "The strength is even, Poke, knead, twist, and close, follow the circle as the orbit, with strength and flexibility."
　　 Li Yi was a bit disapproving at the beginning, but slowly, his eyes became sharp, his expression changed, and he seemed to be caught in complicated thinking.
　　 "How?" Nie Bufan stopped, patted the newly formed dough, and said, "Can you knead it?"
　　 "Knead." Li Yi stepped forward without hesitation this time, learning what Nie Bufan had done just now, rubbing back and forth with circle as his center.
　　 This seemingly simple and slow movement does contain a different general meaning. It is completely different from the exercises he has learned. It is square in the circle, soft and strong, and it is natural and natural...
　　 Nie Bufan nodded with satisfaction when seeing Li Yi's concentrated expression. If anyone has watched "Shaolin Football", he will be able to quickly recognize that the action he demonstrated just now was born out of the scene where Zhao Wei was kneading the noodles at the steamed bun shop.
　　 just to make Li Yi do hard work willingly, he fooled people with "the essence of supreme martial arts".
　　 Knead the dough, not to be underestimated.
　　 Nie Bufan moved a cutting board and put it in the yard, then raised a kitchen knife and a large piece of meat, and shouted: "Zhang San, come and help."
　　 Zhang Jun really walked slowly.
　　 Nie Bufan mentioned that he knocked on the chopping board and ordered: "Chop."
　　 "Huh?" Zhang Junshi looked at the piece of meat, pointed to himself and asked, "You let me chop the meat?"
　　Nie Bufan nodded: "I will make dumplings later. You chop this piece of meat into minced meat."
　　 Zhang Junshi hesitated and said: "This..."
　　 "As a resident of the chicken coop village, you must always contribute a little, otherwise the chickens in the village will despise you."
　　 As if confirming his words, dozens of chickens crowed 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 a kitchen knife again with a look of confusion.
　　 Zhang Junshi smiled faintly: "It's been a long time since I moved the knife."
　　 Nie is extraordinary horror, does this seemingly gentle master actually a master in the world? Seeing him in a Confucian costume, handsome appearance, but holding a pair of knives, standing in front of the chopping board with a look of arrogance, he felt disharmony no matter what.
A flashing saw the knife lift and the knife fell, the meat was cross-cut into four pieces, Zhang Junshi adjusted his breathing, and then began to chop up with awe-inspiring expression. The speed of his hand was like a glimpse of light, as fast as the naked eye. Difficult to distinguish.
　　 This time it’s Nie Bufan’s turn to be surprised, how can he be a good son, and become a meat-chopping demon with a knife?
　　 Nie Bufan just came out of the kitchen with a pot, Zhang Junshi finished the meat chop work, saw him scrape the knife, his face still has an expression of inexplicable meaning.
　　 There is a kind of people who are gentle on the outside and violent inside. They look normal but are the most perverted. Wouldn't Zhang Junshi also be 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 several years, but unfortunately my father found out that he accused me of ‘humiliating gentleman’ and he never used the knife again."
　　 "Why do you want to learn sword skills?"
"I like food, and I hope that one day I can make evocative dishes by myself. Unfortunately, I am not talented enough in cooking, but my sword skills have made great progress." Zhang Junshi said with a look of remembrance, "Of course, like me. Even if he has the talent for cooking, he cannot be a real chef."
Nie Bufan nodded in understanding, then stepped forward and patted Zhang Junshi on the shoulder, and comforted: "It doesn't matter, as long as you are in Jiwo Village for a day, you can chop vegetables and meat as much as you want, and this glorious job will be left to you in the future. Up."
　　 Zhang Junshi: "……"
　　 Li Yi and Zhang Junshi were squeezed out of the surplus value by Nie Bufan. When it came time for lunch, they did not eat the dumplings they expected.
　　 Looking at the simple three dishes and one soup in front of him, Zhang Junshi asked, "Why not dumplings?"
　　 "Oh, I thought about eating during the day without atmosphere, so I decided to make it at night."
　　Eating dumplings is divided into day and night? Both Zhang and Li slandered silently.
During the meal, Nie Bufan discovered a strange phenomenon. Li Yi’s chopsticks would make an arc in the air every time he picked up a dish. He wanted to pick up the dish on the right, but he had to go around it from the left. Stir it with a spoon.
　　 Is Tai Chi intoxicated? Nie Bufan thought not kindly.
　　 Zhang Junshi also seemed to be aware of it. During the period, he glanced at Li Yi several times, but Li Yi was ignorant and his expression was dumb.
　　 At the end of the meal, Nie Bufan glanced at the last chicken leg left on the Chinese plate, stretched out his chopsticks, and met the other two pairs of chopsticks in the air.
　　 The three of them looked at each other, and at the same time retracted their hands, humbly said: "You eat, you eat."
　　 After being polite for a while, the three of them saw that no one was working, and they stretched out their chopsticks together.
　　 was silent, and retracted awkwardly again.
　　 "Hehehehe." Zhang Jun smiled innocently.
　　 Li Yi has no expression on his face, holding his chopsticks as if he is still braking.
　　 "You guys." Nie Bufan pointed at them with his chopsticks and shouted fiercely, "No one needs to move! This chicken leg is mine."
　　 Zhang Junshi bowed his head and grilled rice.
　　 Li Yi turned to the fans, rolled a ball into his mouth.
　　 Nie Bufan succeeded in capturing chicken legs.
　　 After dinner, Zhang and Li sat by the window drinking tea and enjoying the snow.
　　 "Next year the goddess will be born, is Brother Li interested in participating in the competition?" Zhang Junshi asked.
"Not interested in."
　　 "Hehe, too, I won't hide this chicken coop village if I am interested."
　　 Li Yi glanced at him and said, "What about you? Did you live in the chicken nest village because you didn't want to wander in the muddy water?"
　　 Zhang Junshi just smiled, did not speak, but his eyes unconsciously looked at the person who was talking to the landslide in the courtyard.
　　 Li Yi also followed his gaze. When he saw the man, his rich expression of anger and joy, his expression could not help softening.
　　 "Hey, you two, don't sit in the house, come out to sweep the snow!" After Nie Bufan and Tubeng finished speaking, he immediately shouted to Zhang and Li.
　　 The two looked at each other, and at the same time stood up resignedly.
　　 Nie Bufan gave each of them a broom and arranged the cleaning area.
　　 Ji Wo Village is now covered with snow everywhere, and the silly chickens were accidentally buried in the snow, and Nie Bufan had to fish. Fortunately, the weather is cold, and there are not many chickens who come out to find unlucky chickens. Some have entered a magical "hibernation" state, saving a lot of things. That is, the egg production has decreased. In the past, one egg could be stepped on in three steps, but now no one can be seen in three days.
　　Nie Bufan helped Zhang Junshi and Li Yi sweep snow, chop wood, and take care of the chickens. They were very busy.
　　 Zhang and Li probably have never been so called before, and they are still doing minimal physical labor.
　　Nie Bufan never seemed to see the rich and the poor in his eyes. He knew that Zhang Junshi and Li Yi were from rich families, but he didn't care at all. It may be precisely because of such a non-discriminatory attitude that Zhang and Li ignore the identity gap and are willing to meet with them, and they naturally get close.
　　 But sometimes this person is heartless and maddening.
　　 After a lot of work, the images of the two great young men have changed drastically, just like a group of invisible heroes falling out of the mud and mottled
　　 Nie Bufan prepared a hot bath for them with a smile. The two men resolutely did not share the bath. Nie Bufan found it troublesome to boil water, so he dragged them into the bathing pool. In order to be comfortable, Nie Bufan changed half of the utility room into a bath, which was enough to accommodate four or five people.
　　 Zhang and Li are rare to squeeze, but Nie Bufan is very comfortable, and also shows off his luo body very well. He has a well-proportioned figure, healthy complexion, and there is a special beauty between movement and quiet.
　　 However, after seeing Zhang Junshi and Li Yi's luo body, Nie Bufan stopped. Stronger than him, stronger than him,...majestic than him.
　　 Nie Bufan children’s shoes cried silently, and never bathed with them again...
　　 In the evening, Zhang and Li ate dumplings as they wished. For the first time, they felt that dumplings were so delicious. Although ordinary, they were full of joy.
　　 "Nie Bufan, will you still have dumplings tomorrow?" Li Yi asked.
　　 "Still eating?"
　　 "I want to make noodles."
　　 "...Uh."
　　 "Kneading noodles really contains the profound martial arts essence, I haven't realized it yet."
　　 "..." Suddenly there was a sense of guilty guilty of deceiving strong people and deceiving innocence.
　　 "If I can comprehend, martial arts will definitely be more refined."
　　 Nie Bufan was silent for a while, and suddenly said a very profound sentence: "If you have peace in your heart, you can make peace at any time. You can only achieve success if you don't stick to foreign objects."
　　 "This remark is great."
　　 alas! This is how a generation of noodle making masters was born...