113 Chapter 112 White Meat

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*Look, what have you discovered—a random drop update!

For the entire afternoon, Jiang Feng was regretting his impulsive behavior. Sir didn't explode in anger or hit him. He spent the afternoon chatting with Mrs. Jiang and Granduncle Weiming, but the occasional glances he threw at Jiang Feng made his scalp tingle.

Having apprenticed under Sir for so many years, Jiang Feng was all too aware that if Sir truly wanted to punish you, he didn't need to lift a finger himself.

Hanging sandbags, standing in horse stance, filling a cauldron with sand to practice flipping the ladle, chopping onions, cutting chili peppers, cleaning pig offal—just one of these tasks, if given for a full day, could send you to heavenly oblivion, leaving you clueless about your own name and surname.

Jiang Feng seemed outwardly calm but was, in reality, panicking inside.