I became a god after resigning

Chapter 45 Qigong
Early in the morning, the family gathers around the table to have breakfast.

Song Ci didn't get up early this morning to run an online car-hailing service because he was going to take Nuan Nuan to the Wetland Park today.

Children, you can't always hang around at home. When appropriate, you should go to the park to breathe fresh air and get close to nature.

The Wetland Park is not far from my grandpa and grandma's house, so my grandpa and grandpa will also go there, just as the family gathers together, so Song Ci has a day off today.

"You don't eat, what are you looking at me for?"

Seeing Nuan Nuan holding a spoon in one hand and a fork in the other, staring at him with wide eyes and slightly open mouth, Song Ci couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Hearing this, Nuan Nuan didn't answer the question, but pushed her small bowl forward.

Looking at the messy, soupy "food trough" in front of him, as if it had been arched by a pig, Song Ci asked a little strangely: "What are you doing?"

"Of course I'll eat it for you." Song Shouren put down the bowl and chopsticks beside him and said.

"I don't eat it, it's dirty to death." Song Ci pretended to be disgusted.

Nuan Nuan immediately frowned, and tapped on the table with her little hand holding the knife and fork, her eyes widened, her nose hummed softly, and she stared at him angrily.

"Is there something wrong with you? Why don't you go to the Wetland Park today and go to the hospital?" Song Shouren said worriedly.

Zhao Caixia also looked at him worriedly.

"I'm fine, what hospital are you going to? Why are you looking at me like this?" Song Ci was a little puzzled.

Zhao Caixia pointed to the large plate of buns on the table, "Do you know how many big meat buns I made today?"

Song Ci doesn't know how many, but now there is only one left on the table, lying alone on the dinner plate.

"Eighteen." Zhao Caixia continued.

"The three of us only ate one."

Zhao Caixia pointed to Song Shouren next to Nuannuan.

"You ate the rest by yourself, are you sure you're okay?"

Song Ci was also stunned when he heard the words, did he eat fourteen buns by himself?But he didn't feel much.

And the big meat buns made by Zhao Caixia, one bun is comparable to the size of two or three buns sold outside.

"You're like a big tiger, woo woo woo, a bun will be gone after two swipes."

Nuan Nuan opened her mouth wide, looked up to the sky and yelled twice, and then said worriedly: "You don't know how to eat a child, do you?"

Song Ci thought for a while, and then said casually: "It's not impossible."

Nuan Nuan immediately puckered her mouth when she heard the words, and looked at Song Shouren next to her tearfully, "Grandpa."

The speed at which he could cry when he wanted to cry was comparable to that of an actor.

"You said you, early in the morning, why are you scaring children?"

Seeing Nuan Nuan's aggrieved appearance, Song Shouren immediately felt distressed, and opened his mouth to reprimand Song Ci.

"Don't be afraid. With grandpa here, he is a big tiger. I am also his father. Grandpa can beat him up for you."

Song Shouren touched Nuan Nuan's little head and spoke softly.

Seeing Song Shouren's appearance, Song Ci was very moved.

When he was young, Song Shouren had never treated him in such a soft-spoken manner. It was common for a small beating every three days and a big beating every seven days.

"Xiaoci, are you really okay? Why did you eat so much all of a sudden today?" Zhao Caixia was still worried beside her.

"Mom, it's okay."

As Song Ci spoke, he reached out and took the last bun on the table into his hand.

It's not him who protects the food, but the other three. One big meat bun is enough for each of them, and Song Ci's usual appetite is only two.

He now knew what was going on. Before going to bed last night, he practiced the "Strengthening Breathing Technique" for a long time, although he fell asleep afterwards.

Although the qi in the dantian is still only as thick as a hair, it hasn't changed much, but he practiced it and practiced it, refining the qi, not rootless duckweed.

Where does the essence come from?It cannot be created out of thin air, and practice must be scientific and energy conservation. The way for the human body to obtain energy is nothing more than relying on the mouth and nose.

There may be some sayings about the vitality of heaven and earth in ancient times, but now that the air pollution is so serious, and it is still in a bustling city, it is almost negligible to absorb the energy in the air through breathing.

So the only way is to extract the energy in the food to feed back to oneself through food intake.

In ancient times, the food with the most energy was probably meat, but even so, I am afraid that many people still cannot afford it.

But for modern times, there are plenty of supplies, and there is no shortage of food. There are too many high-energy foods, and most of them are very cheap, which also gives Song Ci a lot of convenience.

"It's all right? How could someone suddenly eat so much in one meal?" Song Shouren reprimanded loudly.

"Maybe, I'm growing again, growing my body?" Song Ci whispered.

Hearing this, the second elder looked at him as if he was a fool. Did he really think they were fools? To find such a bad excuse.

Seeing their appearance, Song Ci couldn't help thinking of Nuan Nuan's expression last night, Nuan Nuan probably learned from them.

"I'm really fine. Didn't I practice Qigong for a while before? I made some gains yesterday, but I didn't expect to eat a lot."

Song Ci found another excuse helplessly.

But the parents believed it, because they knew that Song Ci had practiced hard qigong, not only Song Ci's grandfather Song Huai taught him, but he also learned it in school.

When they think about it, hard qigong is equivalent to qigong. Most people of their age believe in the existence of qigong. In the 80s and [-]s, qigong masters were very popular, and the most famous one was Master Haideng.

Master Hai Deng is a true Buddhist monk, unlike many liars who pretend to be qigong.

Master Hai Deng also had many entanglements with the Shaolin Temple at that time. The abbot of the Shaolin Temple at that time was Shi Xingzheng, who is also the master of the current Shaolin CEO.

"Then how do you feel after practicing Qigong?" Song Shouren asked curiously.

"The spirit is better, and the appetite is bigger." Song Ci said.

At least his most intuitive feeling right now is these two things. After waking up today, he feels extraordinarily good, and the whole world seems to have become more transparent.

"Grandpa, grandpa, I can also do qigong."

Seeing that Grandpa's attention was attracted by Dad, Nuan Nuan didn't want to, and immediately yelled loudly.

"Really? You also know qigong?" Song Shouren said with a smile.

"Of course, ummmm..."

Hearing this, Nuan Nuan immediately held her breath hard.

"and many more……"

Song Ci hurriedly stopped, but it was too late.

"puff."

Nuan Nuan let out a fart and let out a long breath of relief.

"It stinks to death, let's not let you have breakfast." Song Ci slapped his nose pretending to be disgusted.

But Song Shouren and Zhao Caixia couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.

The little guy was still complacently asking his grandfather if he was good.

In this way, a happy day starts with laughter.

PS: Today is the first day of a new week. The second recommendation I just made dropped seven or eight spots from the rankings. Please don’t let me die on the way. o(╥﹏╥)o
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