The system is the king of the counterattack master

Boo!
Mr. Qiu hit Han Xiaodong hard on the head.

The knock made Han Xiaodong hold his head and ouch for a long time.

"Stinky boy, you haven't been in shape all day." Mr. Qiu scolded.

"Where did I say wrong? It's all a bowl of noodles. Grandpa, you made it, and you can smell the fragrance thousands of miles away, and it's soft and smooth in your mouth." Han Xiaodong said unconvinced.

Then he picked up a few noodles in his own bowl: "Look at me again... Hey, it's as hard as a stone when you pick it up, and it's the second thing that it doesn't taste good. It's like a paste in your mouth when you eat it."

This time and facing Han Xiaodong was a huge blow. He felt that the thing he made was not as good as the sliced ​​noodles sold at a random small stall outside.

"Well, don't say it, don't tell me I haven't eaten it yet, it does look like a paste when chewed carefully." Mr. Qiu didn't mean to sympathize with Han Xiaodong at all, but nodded in agreement.

Han Xiaodong was completely speechless, it seemed that his teacher worship was really unreliable.

"But this is pretty good." Seeing that Han Xiaodong was in a low mood, old man Qiu put another mouthful of noodles into his mouth: "The first time I kneaded noodles back then, the flowers immediately scattered in the pot, that's really boiled. A pot of paste."

Hearing Mr. Qiu's words, Han Xiaodong regained his energy all of a sudden. He didn't expect Mr. Qiu, who had done such a good job, to expose his embarrassment. He was very interested in this.Hastily asked: "Really? Then I did a good job?"

"Well, it's not bad. But there's a reason for mine." Mr. Qiu put a peanut into his mouth, chewed it, and stared anxiously at Han Xiaodong who was waiting for the next article.

"Tell me, Grandpa, what is your reason? Share some experience, so I can improve faster." Seeing Old Man Qiu eating peanuts and drinking noodle soup, Han Xiaodong was really anxious to wait, and couldn't help urging him.

"Because I was poor at that time, I was thin, small and weak."

"Cut..." Han Xiaodong leaned back on the stool disappointedly: "It seems that I still have no talent."

Seeing Han Xiaodong's appearance, Mr. Qiu couldn't help but chuckled, and he picked up his chopsticks and pointed at his head like a blow: "Stinky boy! Do you want to hear the secrets in this flour?"

Han Xiaodong heard that there were secrets in the noodles, so he quickly sat up straight and asked suspiciously, "There are secrets in the flour? Isn't it just ordinary standard flour?"

Hearing what he said, Old Man Qiu laughed so hard that his eyes almost narrowed into slits. He immediately opened the cupboard, reached out to grab a handful of flour from the noodle bag, put it in Han Xiaodong's hand, and let him twist it for himself.

Suspiciously, Han Xiaodong followed Mr. Qiu's method and twisted the flour that Grandpa Qiu handed over with his fingers. After twisting, he really found that the texture of the flour was different from ordinary flour.

"Ingredient analysis, it contains ordinary wheat flour, low-gluten flour, high-gluten flour, sweet potato flour, corn flour and rice ingredients." Little K's voice rang in Han Xiaodong's mind.

"Rice?" Han Xiaodong was completely stunned. In his impression, sweet potatoes and corn can indeed be ground into flour, but flour is mainly made from wheat. He has never heard that rice can be ground into flour!
"Rice can be ground into rice flour, which is a kind of traditional food, glutinous rice flour is a kind of rice flour, and the skin of glutinous rice balls is made of rice flour." Xiao K took the trouble to make a popular science program for Han Xiaodong.

"Oh, so that's the case." Han Xiaodong felt relieved at this moment, he really didn't pay attention to these things usually.

"Young people, you need to read more books. If you don't understand such superficial knowledge, how will you get involved in the society in the future?" Xiao K's ridicule was thrown at Han Xiaodong as if he didn't want money.

"Who begged you? It's not that you owe it to me and you have to show off!" Han Xiaodong snapped back dissatisfied.

"How is it? Did you find anything?" Mr. Qiu's question interrupted the communication between Han Xiaodong and Little K.

Only then did Han Xiaodong remember that Grandpa Qiu was waiting for his answer, and he said quickly, "It's a little thick, different from ordinary flour, and the thickness is uneven. It feels like several kinds of flour are mixed together."

Grandpa Qiu was even more happy when he heard Han Xiaodong say this, his eyes were almost blind with joy, he nodded repeatedly and said: "You can teach a child, you can teach a child."

Han Xiaodong didn't understand what Grandpa Qiu was up to, he just waited foolishly for Grandpa Qiu to give him an explanation.

Grandpa Qiu saw what Han Xiaodong meant, slipped another bowl of noodle soup, and then explained: "This is a recipe passed down from the door, and it is used for practicing kung fu."

Han Xiaodong didn't expect that Grandpa Qiu opened this noodle restaurant not only for making a living, but also for daily practice.But what kind of skill is this face-to-face practice?
Old Man Qiu seemed to have seen his question, so there was no need for him to ask any more. He answered on his own: "Our Shadow Fist, formerly known as Shadow Killing Fist, was a technique of assassination during the war-torn times of ancient times."

Hearing Grandpa Qiu start to tell the history of the sect, Han Xiaodong quickly straightened his chair and got ready to listen to the story.

"At the turn of the Song and Yuan Dynasties, the Mongols occupied a large area of ​​the Central Plains. Many people in the martial arts have been secretly fighting against the imperial court. But the Mongols are good at fighting and have an army. The martial arts heroes of the Han people organized themselves and assassinated them. , and constantly wear down the strength of Yuanren."

"I know this! I know this! Then there was Zhang Sanfeng, whose grandson was Zhang Wuji, who revitalized Mingjiao, drove away the Mongols, and married a Mongolian princess himself!" Han Xiaodong's eyes lit up, and Jin Yong's martial arts novels were written by him. favorite.

"You little bastard!" Mr. Qiu tapped Han Xiaodong's head again with his chopsticks: "You said it was Yitian Tulongji! It was made up, and I said it was the origin of our sect! It's true!"

Han Xiaodong covered his head and muttered unconvinced: "I didn't see it, so I don't know if what you said is true or not."

Old Man Qiu was so angry that his beard was about to stand up. Without talking nonsense, he reached out to open the refrigerator, took out a bottle of beer, folded his two fingers, and flicked the bottle vigorously.

When Han Xiaodong saw Grandpa Qiu take out a bottle of cold beer, he knew that it might be a show for himself, but after watching for a long time, he found that Grandpa Qiu just flicked on the bottle, and there was no more to say. After working for a long time, I still haven't seen Grandpa Qiu showing any real skills.

Grandpa Qiu just flicked on the beer bottle, then put the bottle in front of Han Xiaodong, turned around, walked around behind the cash register, naturally picked up the beer bottle opener, tossed it lightly, and threw it to Han Xiaodong: "Open."

Han Xiaodong took the bottle opener, stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'm still a high school student, so I can't drink."

Old Man Qiu stared: "Who told you to drink it, let you open it."

When Han Xiaodong heard that he was not allowed to drink, he let out an oh and was about to open the bottle.

The moment he clamped the bottle cap with a bottle opener and exerted force, Xiao K's voice suddenly came from his mind: "Warning! Danger!"