Seeing the men having such happiness over the food Ip Man's wife looks with a little annoyance at the guest.
Since this was not the first time martial artists have come to exchange pointers with her husband.
In fact, due to Hui Liang's world-class divine cooking over the years it almost seems like everyone that has a reputation in Guangdong, Foshan has one time or another came by to dine.
Her wife hates to see that her home is almost becoming a tourist hot spot.
Yet she is also very much in love with the wonderful cooking that comes from her home's kitchen.
Finishing their food, Ip Man and Master Liao sit closely on some chairs in the living room.
Quietly drinking cups of tea and sitting in a casual crossed leg position.
Putting down his cup, Ip Man took out some cigarettes and handed to him, "Would you like one?"
Master Liao raises his hand to decline politely, "It's okay." Nodding Ip Man took out a cigarette for himself and lit the tip with a striking match.
As Master Liao was trying out the dessert that was placed on the wooden round table top Ip Man asks him, "Was the food all right tonight?"
Master Liao replies in a relaxed manner, "It's one of the most appetizing dinners I had."
Ip Man nods his head. "That's good."
He then sees his wife leading their child to the door exiting the living room, saying to her in a whisper, "It won't take long." Her wife could only resign to leaving them alone.
When his wife finally leaves the room, Ip Man motions to Uncle Wang who's cleaning the dishes with Tony, "Uncle Wang, don't clean up the table. Just close the door first."
Uncle Wang paused his table cleaning process and went to close the big wooden door at the front of the living room.
Meanwhile a teenager with a black irish style cap and wearing a pale grayish outer layer jack climbed over the stone wall.
Holding a wooden stick he proceeds to walk on top of the wall and turn the corner to a tree close by the mansion window that has his white kite that got trapped on the branches.
"Master Liu, if you don't mind I would like my servant boy Hui Liang to have the opportunity to exchange with you," Ip Man says motioning with his open hand towards Hui Liang who took a small bow towards the gentleman.
Finishing his last piece of the desert he left his fork the dish, meanwhile thinking to himself, 'Is he looking down on me? A martial artist fighting a mere servant boy?'
His eyes were stern with the thought that Ip Man is humiliating him, "This...Are you sure?"
Ip Man smiles explaining to him, "He's been a student of mine for some years. It would be his great fortune to have the opportunity to exchange a little with you." Thanking Master Liao in advance with a kung fu salute.
"If that's how it is," Master Liao stood up from the wooden chair with a hand salute at Tony, "Please."
Tony bowed slightly, also giving a hand salute, "Master Liao, please."
Meanwhile on the outside of the home the teenager who was poking at the kite in the tree looked through the window with curiosity noticing the two fighters about to spar.
Master Liao's expression became focused, going into his fighting stance with the fingers grabbing hold of the edge of the cuff of his clothing forming a fist. While leading with the middle of the index finger.
Tony had a relaxed body posture and only had one of the hands in front to guard and the other behind.
And with the forward hand opened his palm in readiness for his attack.
In rapid speed Master Liao took a step forward shooting a straight palm at Tony's eyes which he blocked with his right arm.
Following that he did a succession of attacks trying to get in close which he easily deflected away.
As he turned his back about to swing a fist, Tony was able to trap the arm to the left and move in close and to hit a small inch punch on his back.
Catching his balance from the stumble Master Liao shakes his arms in pain before resuming a proper stance again, 'What are his arms made of? Steel?'
When Tony stops his intruding fist towards his face Master Liao felt like his elbows weren't hitting against bones but painfully against steel rods. And he no longer dares to look down on this youthful opponent.
'Not only are his arms made of steel, his stance is also very strong,' in thought as he took small succeeding steps towards his opponent, 'it's time to switch to a different tactic.
Getting in close he shoots a kick with his left foot towards Tony's stomach area which landed on empty space.
As he steps towards the man's left side and firstly hits a one inch punch towards his chest's centre line.
It only made him take a step back as the hit made him feel like his chest was seared with fire. From this short distance hidden in that hit lies a force of over 200 pounds.
Following that one inch punch Tony swiftly took his fist back, using all the kinetics from his feet to his arms he punched Master Liao's chest with a six-inch punch.
That was such a devastating force that it made Master Liao fly right across the room landing on his butt on the ground. He groans as he holds that area which the punch landed.
He tries to stand back up using the strength from one of his arms. But he couldn't find any strength in them, only falling back on the ground coughing in discomfort from the lung area.
Besides putting full muscle tension in that six-inch punch Tony also focused the hit on Master Liao's Ren Mai vessel.
By focusing his fist's leading knuckle to singularly hit in that area.
The Ren Mai is a certain meridian point in the sternum which Qi(Life Energy) flows through.
By hitting that acupuncture point, he essentially cuts off the Qi flow and seriously weakens his opponent.