Chapter 534 535 Additional Updates

Zhao Yuanle laughed out loud.

Chen Moying sat on the bench angrily.

"My two big men's servants couldn't hold them back and were slapped a few times. It's really terrifying."

He touched his face and felt pain: "I have never suffered such serious injuries in my life."

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but laugh: "Tell me, can you get involved in women fighting? I'll have a better memory next time."

Chen Moying's eyes had lost their original spirit.

"It's all that I'm too gentle to them, and sometimes, it's still a fierce one."

Zhao Yuanle: "It's okay, if you stay for a little longer, you will have more experience."

Chen Moying sighed, then remembered to ask Zhao Yuanle: "Your Sanniang is okay."

Zhao Yuanle: "It's so good. Now it's like everyone is fine."

Chen Moying: "These eggs were born from chickens I raised myself."

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh, it's amazing, then do you both want to stay for dinner?"

Chen Moying nodded, then looked at Ming Huyan with a resentful expression.

"You obviously saw it, don't help me."

Ming Huyan coughed lightly and silently turned his face away.

"This is your new responsibility after all, and you have to learn to adapt to it yourself."

Zhao Yuanle patted his chest very proudly.

"Wait, I'll put the eggs and kill the chickens for you to see."

Chen Moying: "Please kill a hen."

Zhao Yuanle: "The hen wants to lay eggs, kill a rooster to relieve you."

Chen Moying nodded reluctantly.

"It's OK."

Ming Xuyan was beside him, and the smile at the corner of his mouth never disappeared.

Chen Moying said in a clear statement: "You seem very happy?"

“No, no.”

Ming Chongyan denied it, but his expression did not change at all.

Chen Moying: "Don't want my money again in the future."

Ming Chong said: "It's OK."

Chen Moying looked over and said, "It seems that some people are getting rich again."

Ming Chong said: "It's not as good as yours."

At this time, Zhao Yuanle came out with the rooster and asked Chen Moying to come over and see.

Zhao Yuanle saw that adults did more things like killing chickens, but he actually rarely killed them.

When she finished speaking harshly and put the knife on the chicken's neck, she hesitated.

Chen Moying looked quietly.

"Kill?"

Zhao Yuanle was silent for a moment, wondering: "I feel like there is a step behind."

The youngest son leaned over and couldn't help saying, "Sister, you have to pluck your hair first on the chicken's neck."

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh!" I almost forgot.

Chen Moying volunteered.

"I'll help you."

He stretched out his white fingers, pulled the hair on the chicken's neck, and pulled it hard.

The big rooster immediately struggled, flapping its wings and claws.

Chen Moying hesitated and looked at Zhao Yuanle: "Why should I be gentle? It seems to hurt a lot."

Zhao Yuanle: "How about you, won't you pull it off?"

Chen Moying took back his hand.

Zhao Yuanle picked up the kitchen knife and pointed it at the chicken's neck.

"Come on, let me give you some fun."

As soon as the knife went up, Zhao Yuanle hesitated a little.

"How much effort do I have to use."

To what extent can it just kill the chicken and bleed?

Chen Moying pondered: "It seems like you're going to cut halfway?"

Ming Chongyan looked at the two of them and killed a chicken: "..."

Zhao Yuanle: "Where did you stop cutting?"

It’s quite easy to see other people kill chickens, just wipe their necks. Now that I’m here, I find that I don’t know how much I cut it.

Chen Moying gave serious suggestions.

"Why would you kill it with one knife? The chicken head is not delicious anyway, so it's faster to bleed like this."

Zhao Yuanle: "But I think the cockscomb is delicious."

Chen Moying: "Then cut off the cockscomb and add it when frying."

Zhao Yuanle blinked.

"It seems to be feasible."

Ming Chongyan couldn't stand it anymore, so he went up and saw the kitchen knife taking it over. He grabbed the chicken and pulled out the hair on his neck. He cut it down and aimed it at the bowl that was receiving the chicken's blood.

The chicken was flapping, but it couldn't flap in Ming Chongyan's hands.

Soon after receiving a full bowl of chicken blood, Zhao Yuanle brought hot water to the side, and Ming Huyan steadily threw the killed chicken in, leaving a sentence.

"The cockscomb belongs to me."

Zhao Yuanle nodded quickly: "It should be what it should be."

The youngest man ran over, stared at Ming Chongyan for a while, and exclaimed.

"Wow, there was no drop of blood on your body."

The youngest man looked at the bowl that was receiving chicken blood again.

"Wow, there was no splash on the edge of the bowl. My third uncle has killed the chicken many times, and no matter what, there will be a little blood splattering."

Ming Chong said: "This is not difficult. Control the position of strength when cutting. Don't shake your hands when struggling. Control the position and height of the bowl with the position and height of the chicken."

Younger: "Do you often kill chickens?"

Ming Chong said: "First."

Younger: "It's so amazing the first time."

Ming Chong paused and said nothing.

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but sigh at Ming Ying's words and silently lifted the chicken's feathers.

Chen Moying naturally squatted down with Zhao Yuanle, and wanted to pluck the feathers for the chicken. As soon as he reached over, he howled.

"ah!"

Zhao Yuanle had no expression on his face and his hands were slacking off the chicken's hair without feeling.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanlan couldn't help laughing out loud.

“There is one who is deceived.”

The youngest sighed.

"You are different from my sister. My sister's hand is the Invincible King Kong hand."

Chen Moying: "..." What a bad day.

Seeing this, Zhao Sizheng quickly got up and found medicine for Chen Moying.

Soon, Zhao Sicheng found a scalded ointment for Chen Moying to use.

Chen Moying looked at his hands and thought about his injured face. He missed home for the first time in his life.

The youngest one comforted him: "Don't be sad, I'll give you chicken legs then."
To be continued...