Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 55 Martial Arts Training
Hu Xiaobei had a faint smile on his face. He quickly glanced at An Xiaoqian out of the corner of his eyes, then quickly moved away without looking at her again.

He simply forced himself to remain calm and slowly turned his head away, responding calmly, "Big stove, it's all about the excitement of eating something stir-fried in a big pot, but it's a pity that it lacks a bit of refinement. It's okay to change the taste occasionally."

After saying that, he looked at Liu Xiaoli, and the smile in his eyes became more relaxed: "The small kitchen is different, the ingredients are fine, the chef's skills are authentic, and the food is more exquisite.

I called the staff who gave Xixi the martial arts test, and we will have a small meal together later."

After a quick tidy up, everyone went downstairs together to meet Sun Mengfei and the other two.

Hu Xiaobei waved his hand and said, "You must be starving. This meal is my treat. Everyone, please eat a lot."

Everyone cheered and responded, filing into the restaurant.

As the dishes from the special kitchen were served one by one, the twelve dishes combining meat and vegetables instantly caught everyone's attention.

The braised pork is the first thing that catches your eye. The square pieces of meat are neatly stacked, the skin is burnt to a bright red and slightly charred, with an oily luster on it, and it looks soft, glutinous and tender.

If you take a closer look, you will find that the fine pores on the skin are clearly visible, and the texture is filled with crystal clear gravy. As the heat rises, the mellow and rich aroma of meat goes straight into your nose, making you salivate.

The steamed fish on the side is equally delicious. The fish is sliced ​​neatly and neatly, the texture of the fish meat is clearly visible, and the special soy sauce drizzled on it shines brightly under the light. The fresh and fragrant hot air wrapped in the rich soy aroma hits you in the face, which is very tempting.

There are also stir-fried fresh vegetables, which are so tender and juicy that you can tell at a glance that they are fresh produce picked from the vegetable fields early in the morning.

After stir-frying over high heat, the sweet juice is firmly locked in the stems and leaves. When you chew it, it makes a crunching sound and is full of refreshing taste.

Hu Xiaobei was the first to pick up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks and put it into Sun Mengfei's bowl, smiling and joking: "You've been busy today, so eat more to replenish your energy."

Sun Mengfei chuckled, said nothing more, and started eating with big mouthfuls.

The dishes on the table were steaming hot and everyone was eating with relish. Hu Xiaobei was chatting and laughing, his chopsticks moving non-stop.

His peripheral vision happened to catch a glimpse of the shiny and soft eggplant in front of him, and without thinking, he picked up a piece with chopsticks and put it into An Xiaoqian's bowl.

An Xiaoqian was chewing shrimps happily when she suddenly saw eggplants in the bowl. Her eyebrows instantly raised and she raised her beautiful eyes to glare at Hu Xiaobei fiercely.

Hu Xiaobei was stunned. He was about to say something to save the situation, but he didn't know what to say. An Xiaoqian had already stuffed the eggplant into her mouth angrily.

Her cheeks were puffed up like a little squirrel hoarding food, and she chewed and swallowed quickly in three or two bites.

Then, he raised his chin slightly, frowned into the shape of a "川" character, and his big, lively eyes locked onto Hu Xiaobei again, glaring at him fiercely.

That look made Hu Xiaobei's heart tremble slightly, and he immediately looked away in panic, not daring to look again.

The atmosphere gradually became lively and everyone chatted while eating.

When Liu Xiaoli shared her skin care tips, An Xiaoqian was no longer angry. She and Feifei listened with great interest and chattered non-stop.

Men are simple, they are the type who just work hard and do nothing. However, Hu Xiaobei cannot follow their example, so he can only tell a few jokes occasionally to cause laughter.

After everyone had their fill of food and drink, it was almost seven in the evening when they walked out of the restaurant. The street lights gradually lit up, illuminating the road ahead with a warm yellow glow.
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The next day, the eastern skyline was just beginning to show a hint of paleness, and the morning light gently passed by, adding a touch of gentleness to the early autumn in the capital.

There was still a hint of coolness in the early morning, and the breeze blew, bringing a bit of the freshness unique to dawn, as if covering the whole body with a layer of gauze.

An Xiaoqian was still wrapped in the quilt, having a sweet dream, when suddenly, a quick, sharp alarm clock rang, breaking the tranquility.

Outside the window, there was a thin mist, like the remnant of night, and visibility was poor.

Under her mother's urging, An Xiaoqian didn't dare to get up in a bad mood. She was helpless in her sleepy eyes, but she couldn't delay any longer.

She quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face, changed her clothes, pushed open the door with a "creak", ran into the dewy morning light, and started a day of high-intensity morning exercise.

The early morning breeze was chilly and carried a hint of autumn. It blew across An Xiaoqian's face, and she subconsciously shrank her neck.

She opened her mouth and exhaled a puff of white air. She rubbed her hands together quickly, her fingertips turning red from the cold. She quickly put them in her pockets to warm them up, then trotted off to join the morning jogging group not far away.

The chants of "One, two, one, two, one" echoed in the air, mingling with the clatter of footsteps, shattering the last bit of morning's tranquility. At six-thirty, the morning light was dim, its warm glow like a fine golden veil, gently cascading down.

The formal sword practice session began. An Xiaoqian curled the corners of her lips and smiled confidently. She then closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and all her impetuousness disappeared.

When she opened her eyes again, she gracefully raised her hand and lightly touched the hilt of the sword, slowly drawing out the sword. With a clear "clang" sound, it was like the cry of an oriole at dawn, melodious and ethereal.

She started, her steps light and graceful, like a startled swan, and each step was firmly placed in the interweaving of light and shadow.

She leans sideways, her waist sways gracefully, showing her flexibility and agility, just like a willow swaying in the wind.

The sword moves are even more beautiful.

Sometimes the sword is held horizontally and thrust forward lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water. The sword moves at a steady speed, bringing out a slight breeze that stirs the hair by the ears, adding a bit of fairy charm.

Sometimes, with a slight shake of his wrist, the sword would turn nimbly, just like moonlight pouring down onto the lake, creating shimmering silver waves. The sword's shadow was soft and beautiful, and for a moment it seemed like a dream.

At the end, it was retracted, like a butterfly fluttering back to its nest, light and elegant, with calmness and grace in every gesture.

An Xiaoqian's beautiful eyes are full of longing, and her clear pupils are firmly fixed on the imaginary enemy in front of her. Her emotions change with the situation, and the charm of drama flows gracefully between her eyebrows and eyes, and she interprets her emotions, which are either cold or gentle.

Fine beads of sweat quietly climbed up her forehead, condensed into crystals, and quickly slid down her jade-like cheeks, dripping onto her clothes.

She was completely unaware of this, and was simply immersed in the interweaving of sword shadows, repeatedly refining each move, solely focused on achieving a stunning moment in front of the camera.

High-intensity training does not allow for any breathing space. If you relax even a little, the effect will be greatly reduced.

This continued until 11: am, and finally lunch time arrived.

The sun was now blazing with full force, having lost its gentle warmth of the early morning. It hung scorchingly overhead, making people dizzy from the heat.

An Xiaoqian felt as if her body had been hit by a heavy hammer. Every time she moved, her muscles became sore and swollen and protested.

I could only drag my feet slowly towards the cafeteria, but my legs felt so heavy as if they were carrying a thousand-pound stone, and it was very difficult.

The food was served. An Xiaoqian just reached out to pick up the chopsticks, but her fingers began to tremble uncontrollably, and the chopsticks tapped on the edge of the bowl.

Fortunately, Hu Xiaobei coordinated in advance, so although his mother was unable to exercise with him, she was able to be by his side at this time.

When An Xiaoqian saw her mother, her eyes became slightly moist, and then she smiled with relief, and her heart immediately felt much more at ease.

I thought to myself: Fortunately, my mother is here, otherwise, I really don’t know how I would have eaten this lunch.

The clock just pointed to two o'clock in the afternoon. The scorching afternoon sun was hanging high in the sky, and the bright sunlight poured down, making the training ground steaming hot like a steamer.

An Xiaoqian raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, forced herself to cheer up, and dragged her feet back to the training ground.

At this moment, the most painful leg-exhausting part began.

Martial arts teacher Feifei walked over with a cold face, holding An Xiaoqian tightly with her hands like a pair of pliers, and suddenly exerted force to lift her legs up.

Xiao Guang stood aside with his arms folded. His voice was cold and hard, with an unquestionable tone: "Whether you can bear it or not, just wait for ten minutes!"

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