After that, An Jing taught Wang Youbao and Yu Daming each movement one by one. With some moves requiring cooperation, An Jing had Xiao Changyi join in, making the breakdown of the moves even more comprehensible to the average person.
Wang Youbao and Yu Daming were very eager to learn. Yu Daming’s form was pretty decent, but Wang Youbao couldn’t straighten his legs or extend his arms properly, and he moved incredibly slowly. He didn’t look like he was practicing boxing, more like he was lazily stretching his limbs and basking in the sun.
An Jing knew that Wang Youbao had tried his best. After all, he was all padded with fat, so she didn’t say much, just told him to practice diligently at home.
Even if he couldn’t defend himself with it, at the very least he could improve his physical fitness.
After a moment of thought, An Jing added, "If you forget the moves, just ask Daming."
Wang Youbao nodded with a smile, "Okay." He had noticed that Yu Daming was learning better than he was.
An Jing continued, "I’m teaching you this not for you to be aggressive and combative, but mainly for you to strengthen your body. Of course, if you can use it for self-defense, that would be even better."
Wang Youbao grinned sheepishly, "I’m still too fat now, and my form looks a bit ridiculous, but I will persist and practice every day. One day I’ll catch up with you. I’m confident."
"Not bad, not bad at all," An Jing was pleased with Wang Youbao’s attitude.
Yu Daming hesitated for a long moment before timidly asking, "Mrs. An, can I teach this boxing to my three younger brothers? If they learn it too, they will be better at protecting our young master."
"Of course, go ahead and teach them," An Jing agreed promptly. "If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can come and ask us again."
Recalling the last time they visited the Wang Family, and how Wang Youbao had been stopped outside Landlord Wang’s room by two thugs with mediocre skills, and even Yu Daming and the others couldn’t beat them, An Jing suggested, "Youbao, the skills of your house servants are really too poor. Why don’t you let Daming teach the servants this boxing when you go back?"
Wang Youbao knew his house servants weren’t very useful, mostly just brute force. Last time, the two who had a bit of skill were Wang Youtao’s men. Hearing An Jing, he agreed readily, "As long as you and Changyi don’t mind, then when I return, I’ll have Daming teach them."
Since his father’s death, Wang Youbao had reorganized the Wang Family, and now it was all his people.
"What’s there to mind? Just teach them," An Jing was completely unbothered. As for her husband, he definitely wouldn’t mind either.
After Wang Youbao and Yu Daming had left, An Jing threw a fierce punch towards Xiao Changyi, who just stood there, neither moving nor dodging.
Of course, An Jing would never really hit her husband. Just as she was about to land the punch, she swiftly pulled back her hand and laughed, "You don’t dodge and you don’t strike back either. Let me have another look at your skills."
She really did want to spar with her husband, but although he indulged her in many things, he never acquiesced to this one request.
"You know full well that I won’t make a move against you," Xiao Changyi gently pulled her into an embrace.
An Jing immediately wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him with a beaming smile.
Xiao Changyi bent down, pressing his forehead against hers, and spoke softly, "I can confront anyone else, just not you."
"Why not?" An Jing asked knowingly, her smile as big as it could be, blooming like a flower.