"But...!"

Song Yan waved his hand and seemed impatient. "Nothing, but if you still regard me as your young master, drink it!"

"Don't be angry, young man, just drink snow!"

Snow rushed down the road, and then put the wooden bowl to his mouth and drank. It immediately showed satisfaction, and at the same time, he felt unusually warm in his heart.

Seeing that the first snow had finished the porridge, Song Yan said nothing more and went to the open space in front of the wooden house to practice his boxing.

In Chu Fan's memory, there are two sets of boxing, one set of palm and one set of...