At this time, Jiang Che was in a lot of embarrassment. He was holding a chicken feather blanket in one hand and the stick that was used to catch fish in the other. The old hens in the yard seemed to be frightened, and they were full of blood. The yard is flying around.
At the same time, there were still a few chicken feathers on Jiang Che's head, He Wan thought, the chicken feathers fell all over the place, if you tie these chicken feathers together casually, I'm afraid they could be made into chicken feather shuttlecocks.
"elder sister."
"I'm catching chickens."
"The chickens seem to be hard to catch, and they often fly around."
Jiang Che was in a bit of a panic, and He Wan sighed instantly, "It seems that you are really a man of action, I just said yesterday that I wanted to drink chicken soup, and today you woke up early in the morning to catch the chicken, so when will you What about killing chickens?"
"Catch the chicken before killing it."
"Chickens and fish are different. Chickens will bleed after being killed."
"Are you afraid?"
It would be a lie to say that I am not afraid. After He Wan deliberately asked this sentence, Jiang Che frowned unnaturally, and He Wan instantly knew the answer.
"Don't catch the chicken early in the morning, and cook quickly, I will wait to eat the meal you cook."
Someone who got the instructions put down the things in his hands, then walked to the faucet and washed his hands.
He Wan yawned, then lazily stretched her waist. Immediately afterwards, He Wan walked towards the chicken coop. After a while, He Wan tied the feet of the old hen that had been flying around to the nearby tree with a rope. The whole process only took a few minutes, but Jiang Che was a little dumbfounded
"Zanthoxylum bungeanum, aniseed, star anise, fragrant leaves"
Jiang Che looked at the recipe in front of him, and then walked step by step to where the old hen was.
"That I didn't mean it. My sister really wants to drink chicken soup. I I don't want to kill, but but I have to do it. What should I do."
Jiang Che had never killed a chicken before, and the knife in his hand trembled. He was only a few years old, and when he saw the chicken with its paws bound, he walked over with some hesitation.
Jiang Che closed his eyes, still not daring to make a move. He Wan watched all this from afar, without any emotion on her face. It's a little different from her usual style.
"Would you like to be made into chicken soup?"
Jiang Che seemed to be talking to himself. After he finished speaking, the chicken next to him immediately started quacking.
"You probably don't want to be made into chicken soup either."
Jiang Che was so entangled in his heart at this moment, he couldn't do anything at all. He Wan walked up to Jiang Che's side at some point, and then snatched the knife from Jiang Che's hand. Without saying a word, she didn't even go to the side of the chicken, and just went down with a knife. Still very accurate.
Jiang Che was taken aback, the chicken blood just splashed on Jiang Che's feet, "Sister."
Jiang Che looked at He Wan in horror, but He Wan curled her lips indifferently, "Okay, now I'll kill the chicken for you, so you can make chicken soup for me."
"Remember to help me deal with the internal organs of this chicken. Throw away everything that should be thrown away, and pluck out all the feathers. I don't like to eat unclean things. If you can't, give it to me. I'll go find Lin Auntie can help, or give this chicken directly to Aunt Lin, and we can go to her house for dinner."
Jiang Che didn't recover for a while, and the action just now ended in an instant. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com