But Wu Mingkong looked at the table of dishes and couldn't help but feel a black thread. Didn't this be cooked in the morning? Neither of them could cook.

He took another bite of the rice. Sure enough, the rice was all in the morning. No wonder Wu Lin said he was going out for a walk in the morning and said he would make more. It was for such a thing. He thought that the martial arts practitioners had a lot of appetite. He made more than ten people, but in the end he gave him some leftovers and left them for him to serve supper.

"No wonder that boy refused to come over and wanted to go back to practice martial arts. He was waiting for me here." Wu Mingkong understood, no wonder he suddenly said he wanted to go back halfway.

"Come on, eat it quickly, the leftovers in the morning." Wu Mingkong stumbled a few times. If he hadn't taken care of Zhao Youfu, he would have eaten the table and even the dishes for you just now.

Zhao Youfu's mood naturally became much calmer under this sumptuous meal, at least he was not afraid.

He lives so old and hasn't eaten this well.

After all, he is just a low-level gangster, who lives on some fragmented daily life, otherwise he would not be so thin.

There are also some practices in martial arts practice, but the nutrition cannot keep up. Instead, practicing martial arts deficits himself and can barely be considered a first-class martial artist.

You should know that in Shuihuang Township, every household will order the style, but there are very few who can truly achieve martial arts and become a first-grade body refining. In this entire Shuihuang Township, there are only seven or eight first-grade body refining, and there are only two second-grade Zhoutian. One is the Tianlang Gang that dominates the village, and now it has been completely destroyed, and the other is the Lizheng in the village, who is considered to be a person within the Da Cang Dynasty system.

The entire Shuihuang Township is actually very poor, and they are basically people who are useless. Most of them may rarely even go out in Shuihuang Township. They have been suffering from farming and farming for a meal in the soil for the rest of their lives.

This is better. Zhao Youfu, who has no land, does bits and pieces of work, would probably be hungry if he doesn't have a work, just like today, he was fooled to do this kind of murder and set fire for a white bun. If it weren't for the twenty-fifth period that had been reduced by Wu Mingkong, wouldn't it be so easy to get him out? What's more, it might be that he would cut him off with one knife to avoid leaking news.

The poor mountains and bad waters are not what the people are saying.

"Why do sir like me?" Zhao Youfu asked suddenly while eating.

Wu Mingkong looked at him, what do you mean?

"When I first saw you, I thought you were a genius, a genius who had mastered martial arts." Wu Mingkong thought for a moment before saying.

Wu Mingkong's words cannot be false. He can break free from Wu Mingkong's hints. Perhaps his qualifications are not as good as Wu Lin, but at least he is a person with firm will. In Wu Mingkong, whether it is roots or understanding, this thing is actually not a big problem. What he values ​​more is a person's mentality and will, which is the most important thing. After all, those who can withstand Wu Mingkong's experiments are generally not ordinary people.

"A martial arts genius."
Chapter completed!