Shenzhen Xingyi Boxing Association, Propaganda Departnt Minister’s Office.
Minister Tan Sheng sighed at this month’s publicity performance.
Their unit was also a protector of Xingyi Boxing, where promotion and protection were closely linked.
However, no matter how they promoted it, most young people remained uninterested in Xingyi Boxing. Each generation was less interested than the last. If this continued, the tradition might be lost.
Nowadays, several cities had a Xingyi Boxing Association, but the mbership barely reached a hundred.
"Sigh."
He sighed again, and suddenly his phone rang. Upon opening it, he found that his subordinate, Chang, had shared a video with him.
This Chang was a college graduate this year and personally very interested in Xingyi Boxing.
"Young people sure are open-minded."
This was the first ti a subordinate shared a video with him.
Tan Sheng opened it to see a four- or five-year-old child performing the Five Elents Fist of Xingyi Boxing, only demonstrating the first two moves, but the posture was standard, strong, and powerful.
"Nice!"
Unexpectedly, such a young child was interested in Xingyi Boxing. As for that chubby face and chubby little hands, he tried hard to ignore them.
He replayed it once more.
"This child seems to have real skill."
So people practice Xingyi Boxing just by going through the motions, but this child could use Xingyi Boxing for attacks. Splintered wood, pieces with holes punched through. As far as he knew, only a few masters who had practiced for decades could achieve this.
He clicked into the page nad ’Zhu Fangfangfang’ and found a few other related videos of this child.
There was Tai Chi Boxing and also Qinggong.
"Indeed a practitioner, most likely learning from so reclusive master."
Regarding that Tai Chi Boxing, ordinary people might just think Gu Miaomiao’s posture was standard, but Tan Sheng could see that this child could truly use softness to overco hardness.
"A good seed."
He noticed a few of the videos were quite popular and related to so variety show, which made him even more eager.
Exiting the video, he noticed a ssage from Chang.
[Minister, sorry, I sent it to the wrong person.]
[No, you did great.]
Duoyu Village.
A certain top star, under Mrs. Lin’s guidance, barely managed to make a few dishes.
Farr’s stir-fried pork, hot and sour shredded potatoes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
Mrs. Lin praised him, "With more practice, you can hold your own."
[I think this show should be called ’Gu Che’s Transformation.’]
[Before recording: Gu Che, kitchen killer.]
[After recording: Gu Che, culinary expert.]
[Not sure about being an expert, but Miaomiao is enjoying it so much it’s making envious.]
Tuanzi grabbed a piece of stir-fried pork, put it in his mouth, widened his eyes, and shook his head and moved his head under Gu Che’s nervous gaze.
"Delicious!"
Gu Che let out half a sigh of relief.
Afraid his sister was just comforting him, he took a piece himself.
"It’s quite good."
He joyfully fantasized, "Maybe with a few more als, I’ll beco a great chef."
"Alright, Master Chef Second Brother!"
Tuanzi enthusiastically supported, clapped his small chubby hands a few tis, and quickly went to grab the scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but avoided the hot and sour shredded potatoes.
Gu Che looked at the bowl a few tis, "Don’t like potatoes?"
Tuanzi guiltily looked elsewhere, "If there was at in it, then I’d like it."
She turned her head, nervously said, "You’re not going to be like the master and not allow Miaomiao to be picky with food, right? Miaomiao’s growing and needs to eat more at!"
Glancing at the scrambled eggs with tomatoes, she added, "And eggs!"
Of course, Gu Che didn’t like her being picky, but it was hard to say critical things when his sister’s bright eyes looked over at him.
"It’s okay, eating more scrambled eggs with tomatoes is just as fine."
"Yay~"
Tuanzi cheered, "Sour and sweet, Miaomiao likes it!"
Gu Che remained silent, his handso face showing a faint expression, while rapidly calculating in his mind the various sweet and sour dishes there might be. Sweet and sour pork?
[Spoiling a child too much isn’t good.]
[Being picky with food can easily lead to nutritional deficiencies.]
[It’s just not eating shredded potatoes, eating tomatoes is the sa, it’s not that exaggerated.]
[Didn’t you see Gu Che’s little actions? He actually doesn’t agree with being picky, just can’t critique his sister.]
[Hilarious, isn’t he quite picky himself?]
[Don’t forget, they also have an elder brother at ho. Do you think that old-fashioned elder brother would allow the two of them to be picky?]
[Already looking forward to seeing their family on a show, with the older brother bringing along the two kids.]
In the apartnt.
The man’s handso face exuded an air of authority without anger.
Discovering his brother was indeed indulging their sister’s pickiness, he knitted his brows. He thought, if it were him, he would never indulge his sister.
After eating and drinking to their fill, and taking a stroll around, Tuanzi snuck into the room, ready to have a beautiful sleep.
"Uncle, where’s Second Brother?"
Not seeing Gu Che, she poked out her round little head to ask the staff.
"Mr. Gu still has so matters to handle."
Tuanzi said an "Oh," and slowly retreated her head back, closing the door.
[Ancient Martial System: Reputation value has reached fifteen thousand.]
"Pa-dap," Tuanzi jumped onto the bed, cupping her face with her little hands.
[Miaomiao: So much?]
[Ancient Martial System: It was originally ten thousand, but not long ago, a group of professionals acknowledged you. Their endorsent provided a lot of reputation value.]
Tuanzi wriggled her body, swaying her little short legs, feeling very smug.
[Miaomiao: Shouldn’t there be a reward for Miaomiao?]
[Ancient Martial System: Upon reaching ten thousand, a random reward can be dropped.]
[Miaomiao: Can Miaomiao make a wish?]
[Ancient Martial System: No, only randomized drops are allowed.]
[Miaomiao: But Miaomiao really wants a formula to protect the voice, Second Brother often sings and needs to take care of his voice. ]
Previously, she had triggered a Food God’s skill, allowing her to make so dicinal dishes, traditional snacks, or grand dishes through it.
But having a skill didn’t an she could do it; she still needed to know the relevant formulas or recipes for preparation.
Sotis these could be obtained through random reward drops, while other tis needed learning through reading.
Only after knowing specific thods and steps could she use the skill to make a completed item.
She knew the thods for most traditional snacks and grand dishes, after all, she had previously been in ancient tis. As for dicinal dishes, she only learned a few while following a chef. What one chef knew was ultimately limited.
Tuanzi pressed her palms together, slightly bowing, unaware that this scene seed adorable yet quirky to the audience.
[Miaomiao: Little Gu, please~]
[Ancient Martial System: Random reward dropping]
Tuanzi imdiately drooped her head.
Sigh, why was Little Gu so strict too? Could the big brother whom Second Brother called an old-fashioned rigid person be just like this? How scary.
[Ancient Martial System: The reward is being randomly dropped. The host can check and claim it in a place without people or surveillance.]
Tuanzi got off the bed slowly, trudged heavily to the bathroom, and received a dicinal soup formula for voice care.
"Wow!"
She couldn’t help but exclaim.
[Miaomiao: Little Gu, you’re so nice.]
[Ancient Martial System: It was just your luck, I didn’t do anything.]
[Miaomiao: You must have secretly fulfilled Miaomiao’s wish. Don’t be shy.]
[Ancient Martial System: I did not, I am the strictest system of the Ancient Martial Group, I will not bend the rules, please don’t slander .]
Tuanzi held the dicinal soup formula, humming a little tune in the bathroom, jumping around in celebration.
The Ancient Martial System righteously enjoyed this song and dance performance.
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