Chapter 27 A Beaten

Chapter 27 A Beaten

Chapter 27 A Beaten

Hearing Qiu Sheng say this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but twitch his lips:
"Cover the pot and cook for a while. Do you want to cook Wencai and eat him?"

When he said this, he hurried over and pointed a few people to start working:

"Put the herbs and glutinous rice in and cook until they are done, then check the temperature. When it drops, put your hand in. When it feels just a little bit hot, you can let Wencai in."

"Generally, when testing the temperature of a medicinal bath, an experienced master is needed to feel the temperature."

"Only with the right temperature can the medicinal properties of the herbs be stimulated to the maximum extent, and the medicinal power can be better absorbed."

"Before this, you two have undergone so many medicinal baths, I believe you should have learned something..."

When he said this, Uncle Jiu reached into the bucket filled with glutinous rice and medicinal herbs.

But then, his expression changed:
"You're still burning down there?"

After hearing Uncle Jiu say this, Song Feng, who was walking over to join in the fun, also saw Uncle Jiu's palm which turned red as soon as he put it in.

Looking at Uncle Jiu again, his face turned red instantly, but for the sake of face he did not jump up. He just suppressed his trembling and slowly took his hand out.

For a moment, Song Feng couldn't help but sigh with emotion:

"Uncle Jiu's disciples are all talented people. Such ingenuity is truly beyond the reach of ordinary people. Uncle Jiu's vision is truly admirable!"

For ordinary people, if they meet talents like Qiu Sheng and Wencai, they will basically be killed.

Uncle Jiu encountered two of them directly, and he has been keeping them by his side, and they are still alive and well. I have to say, Uncle Jiu is really lucky.

Sometimes Song Feng felt strange. What virtue and ability did he have to allow his uncle Jiu to find such talented people at the same time?
After hearing what Song Feng said, Uncle Jiu's face, which had just turned red, suddenly turned dark.

Then, he wiped his hands with a towel to try to lower the temperature, and said to Qiu Sheng with gritted teeth:

"Didn't I tell you before that the water only needs to boil once when taking a medicinal bath? It doesn't need to be boiled all the time!"

Looking at the master's red hands and listening to the master's gnashing teeth and words to him, Qiu Sheng felt his scalp tingling:
"Master...Master, I was wrong..."

He really forgot about this matter.

He just wanted to put the glutinous rice in and boil it to maintain the highest temperature, and then let the chef to adjust it when the time comes. He really didn't expect that the chef would dare to reach in directly.

Hiss... It's over, it's over.

He had just offended the master, and now he had betrayed the master again, making the face-conscious master lose face twice in front of his seventh uncle.

It's over. My life is over.
It’s no wonder that Song Feng found the humorous conversation between Qiu Sheng and Jiu Shu very interesting.

As long as I am not the one who is unlucky, I will be very happy. Thinking of this, Song Feng smiled and said:
"If you can't remember the key things, it's easy to deal with. Just beat them with a stick and they will remember it next time."

"If Uncle Jiu's cane doesn't work, I'll lend you my walking stick. It will definitely work immediately."

Seeing Uncle Seven smiling as he handed the cane in his hand to Uncle Nine, Qiu Sheng did a backflip and moved away from the two men:
"Hey!"

Even as he was running away, groping for the chair, he was still shouting miserably:

"Seventh Uncle, I am your grandson. If I die, there will be no one to take care of you in your old age!"

Seeing Qiu Sheng dare to run after making such an obvious mistake, Uncle Jiu sneered, then grabbed Song Feng's cane and did a front flip to chase after him:

"Good boy, you dare to run!!"

Qiu Sheng, who was trying to escape, was no match for the angry Uncle Jiu after all, and was soon cornered by Uncle Jiu. Looking at Uncle Jiu, who was sneering, and then at the cane in his hand, Qiu Sheng, who was trembling with fear, could not help but scream loudly:

"Ah... Master, don't do that!!"

Seeing Qiu Sheng trembling with fear as he was pretending to be weak because he couldn't escape, Uncle Jiu gritted his teeth and hit Qiu Sheng with the cane:
"I told you to put the lid on the pot!"

"So you can't remember the temperature!"

"I told you to boil the water!"

"I asked you to beg your seventh uncle!"

"..."

Qiu Sheng screamed every time the cane hit him, and this time he wasn’t pretending but really screamed:

"Ahhh! Master, I was wrong. I was so wrong!"

"Ah! Stop hitting me. I've got it..."

"Master, I was wrong... wuwuwuwu..."

At the beginning, Uncle Jiu didn't dare to hit Qiu Sheng really hard with the rattan stick in his hand, for fear of really hurting him.

But when he found that the cane hit Qiu Sheng but only injured his flesh and not his bones, he understood something.

After all, this is something that the old monster can hold in his hand at all times, so it must be extremely precious.

See, it's obvious.

Such a thick rattan stick hits the body like a whip, only injuring the skin and flesh without hurting the bones. It is definitely a weapon for educating people.

But that's right.

After all, Qiu Sheng is his eldest grandson. If he didn't know what was going on, he wouldn't have handed over the cane to him and let him deal with him.

“Huh… let’s stop here for today!”

After venting his anger at his son's failure to live up to his expectations, Uncle Jiu breathed a sigh of relief and handed the cane back to Song Feng.

"Seventh Uncle's walking stick is quite useful. When I have the chance, I will make something similar to warn these two brothers."

A simple cane is no longer enough to restrain these two jumping monkeys.

It's time to update your equipment.

Taking the cane and feeling the flash of blood on it, Song Feng smiled slightly and looked very kind:
"If Uncle Jiu has time, please come and find me. This cane is also the weapon I used to teach my disciples. We can communicate more when we have time..."

Qiu Sheng, who was trembling with fear after being beaten, felt a chill in his heart as he listened to his master and his seventh uncle discussing how to deal with his affairs in the future:
"It's over, Seventh Uncle has also betrayed me..."

If my seventh uncle didn't protect me, I would probably be beaten more and more often in the future.

Ah!! I am so miserable~
Turning his head to look at Qiu Sheng who was beaten but appeared to be uninjured, Song Feng leisurely taught him a lesson:
"If it were in the past, I could still protect you, let you be a rich and idle person, and enjoy the happiness of family life with me."

"But the times are different now. Nowadays, warlords are fighting and demons are everywhere. If you don't master some skills, you will be eaten by others without leaving even a bone..."

(End of this chapter)