Only children in Siheyuan make choices. I want them all.

Zhang Jianjun sat comfortably on the sofa, lit up a Daqianmen cigarette and started smoking it, while Qin Huairu stood obediently behind him and massaged his shoulders.

At this point, the braised pork is almost done, all the soup has dried up, and the pork belly has taken on a bright red color, making people drool.

Zhang Jianjun picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth to taste it. The rich aroma of meat instantly spread in his mouth, which whetted his appetite and he just needed a bowl of rice.

Qin Huairu drooled, blinked her big watery eyes, and pretended to be pitiful.

"Jianjun, I've already given you a massage. You won't go back on your word about the braised pork you promised me, right?"

Zhang Jianjun reached out and touched Qin Huairu's pretty face, making her shy.

"Don't worry, I'll keep my promise. I'm very satisfied with your performance, so I'll give you two spoonfuls of meat today."

Zhang Jianjun didn't waste any words after he finished speaking and served Qin Huairu two full spoonfuls of braised pork, which weighed more than one pound.

"Thank you! Thank you! Remember to leave the door open for me at three o'clock tonight!"

Qin Huairu took the meat and kept thanking him. Then she threw a wink and hurried back to the Jia family with the meat.

It was because Qin Huairu had been out for too long, and she was afraid that if she didn't go back, Jia Zhang would become suspicious again. Sure enough, as soon as she returned home, she heard her mother-in-law scolding her.

"You vixen, where have you been when I asked you to go get some meat? Why did you take so long to come back? Did you seduce men again?"

Although what Jia Zhang said was true, Qin Huairu would never admit it. She took out the bowl of braised pork and said in a pretended angry tone.

"Mom, what are you talking about? I went to Jianjun's house to ask for meat! Stewing meat takes time. When I first went there, they had just started stewing it. Do you want me to bring back raw meat?"

"Besides, Jianjun, that sickly guy, is he still a man? He was thrown out of bed by Shazhu and Xu Damao yesterday, and he didn't even dare to fart."

Seeing that his wife was angry, Jia Dongxu hurriedly spoke to comfort her: "Don't be angry, my mother didn't mean that. She was just too worried about you!"

Banggeng, this ungrateful man, saw his mother being scolded. Not only did he not show any sympathy, he also stared straight at the braised pork in Qin Huairu's bowl and shouted.

"Mom, I want to eat meat! I want to eat meat! Bring the meat over here quickly."

Jia Zhang said angrily: "Since the meat is coming, why don't you serve it quickly? Can't you see that my eldest grandson is greedy? You are worthy of being a girl from the countryside. You are really stupid."

Qin Huairu was so aggrieved that she was about to cry. Just because she came from the country, she was always looked down upon by Jia Zhang. Today, she endured the humiliation and asked for meat, but was still treated like this. Zhang Jianjun immediately came to her mind.

It wouldn't be a disadvantage to follow him. At least Zhang Jianjun wouldn't humiliate her for no reason. He was also a millionaire in the courtyard. Qin Huairu began to calculate in her mind.

"Ah! It's a pity that such a beautiful woman actually married that short-lived Jia Dongxu. Qin Huairu is really pretty, no wonder she could have made Sha Zhu so obsessed."

After muttering something, Zhang Jianjun served himself a full bowl of rice, paired it with braised pork, and began to eat it with relish.

Zhang Jianjun's health is so poor now that he has to gasp for breath after running a few steps. He needs to eat more to recover his body. Considering his height, his weight should be at least 130 kilograms to be normal.

Just when we were halfway through our meal, our third uncle Yan Fugui rushed in with a cloth bag in his hand.

"Jianjun, are you eating? Did you make this braised pork yourself? Can you let me taste your cooking?"

As the third uncle was talking, he couldn't help but drooling. He stared at the half plate of braised pork left on the table without blinking.

Zhang Jianjun couldn't help but sneer: "Uncle, if I remember correctly, you still owe me more than a thousand yuan. Do you have the nerve to eat the braised pork I made?"

Although the Third Uncle was ridiculed, his face was still filled with smiles. After all, the Third Uncle was famous for being shameless. Who wouldn't talk about him when they met him on weekdays? He had already trained himself to be so shameless.

"Jianjun, don't be angry! Uncle San is here to give you money! Count it, it's 1,334 yuan, not a penny less."

Zhang Jianjun was not polite. He reached out and took the bag from the third uncle, took out the money inside and started counting it.

This time, the old man spent a lot of money, even the small change of one cent and five cents was taken out. I guess this was the money that the old man saved from his teeth every day! It was a pity that all the money was taken away by Zhang Jianjun.

After counting three times in a row, Zhang Jianjun finally showed a satisfied smile, smiled at the third uncle, took out an empty plate, and scooped out half a pound of braised pork for him.

"Look at what's happened. Didn't I misunderstand you? Come on, uncle. I'll give you half of the braised pork."

The third uncle took the braised pork with shining eyes and was about to say thank you, but when he saw more than a thousand yuan on the table, he couldn't say the word thank you.

Only the third uncle himself knows best that this money was saved bit by bit by him. His family usually eats steamed corn bread with pickles, and he only allows each person to have three, not one more pickle. This thousand yuan is enough for their family to eat pickles for decades.

As he watched the third uncle leave silently, the system's voice suddenly rang in Zhang Jianjun's mind.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the mission. You have received the top-quality rewards: a pair of golden pupils, a lost ancient martial arts technique, and 500 Chinese currency.]

Zhang Jianjun suddenly felt his head heat up, the ancient martial arts skills were imprinted in his mind, and his eyes became extremely clear, even the tiny dust in the air could be seen clearly.

Zhang Jianjun didn't have time to eat and started studying the ancient martial arts techniques in his mind. The technique was called "Body Refining Technique".

There are six levels in total, and each level up is a world of difference compared to the previous one.

The first level is called Skin Refining, which involves polishing one's skin to make it extremely hard. When one reaches the highest level, one can increase one's strength by hundreds of pounds, and one's skin will become as tough as brass.

The second level is called Flesh Refining, which involves training one's muscles to the limit, giving one super explosive power. When one has mastered the skill, a random punch can deliver a force of a thousand pounds.

The third level is called Bone Refining. When it is practiced to perfection, it increases one's own defense while doubling one's strength.

The fourth level is called "Teaching the Tendons". When practiced to perfection, one's coordination and flexibility will achieve a qualitative leap. With the muscles and bones working together, one can burst out with three times the usual strength.

The fifth level is called refining the internal organs, which involves polishing all of your internal organs. When practiced to perfection, not only can your life span be increased by more than thirty years, your entire spirit will also be greatly enhanced, and even the aging process will be slowed down by dozens of times.

The last level is called Qi Refining. As the saying goes, one should train one's breath internally and one's muscles, bones and skin externally. After reaching the level of Qi Refining, the whole person will be transformed from the inside out, reaching an extraordinary level.

However, this body-refining technique is extremely difficult to practice. Many people can only practice to the fourth level, which is the realm of tendon refining, in their entire lives.

According to legend, only the Taoist master Zhang Sanfeng had reached the fifth level of perfection and had not even touched the sixth level. Even so, he became a master of his generation and lived to an incredible 218 years old.

Zhang Jianjun didn’t know whether anyone had practiced to the sixth level before, because there was no record of it in the martial arts method, and this martial arts method was lost after Zhang Sanfeng.