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Seeing his son ready to be disciplined, Huo Yingjie was very pleased and said, "Let's go, let's practice martial arts."
In the yard, Grandma Wang was slowly practicing her boxing.
Huo Ruifeng wrinkled his nose, glanced at Grandma Wang, then whispered, "Dad, I want to learn Shaolin Temple!"
Huo Yingjie, seeing this, couldn't help but laugh and cry. He guessed his son disliked Grandma Wang's slow-paced fitness boxing, preferring the more vigorous grunting and shouting.
"Alright, but to learn martial arts, you need to establish a good foundation," Huo Yingjie said. "Come, follow my movements step by step. If you can't keep up, then don't talk about learning martial arts in the future."
"Dad, I'll keep up," Huo Ruifeng seriously said, like a little adult.
"Good, let's first loosen up those muscles," Huo Yingjie said, then began instructing Huo Ruifeng in the preparatory exercises...
Huo Yingjie taught earnestly, and Huo Ruifeng learned earnestly.
