Song Paner looked at Song Baoxuan's back, Song Baoxuan never looked back at herself.

I used to hate Song Baoxuan very much, and even slandered Song Baoxuan, so that she was almost misunderstood by the villagers.

But after so long, why Song Baoxuan just doesn't forgive herself.

Song Paner shouted behind Song Baoxuan's back.

"Song Baoxuan, stop first."

Song Baoxuan didn't stop her steps, Song Paner told herself to stop, and she stopped, wouldn't it be very faceless.

But she asked.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

Song Paner saw that Song Baoxuan was still walking forward, and she was a long distance behind Song Baoxuan.

"Huh! Can't you just stop for a moment? ”

"If you have something, just say it, and go home if it's okay! We are all in the same village, and we don't need you to send it. ”

Song Paner trotted to catch up with Song Baoxuan, walked side by side with her, and then stared at Song Baoxuan's expressionless face and said.

"Song Baoxuan, why do you still dislike me for so long?"

"If you want to ask this, then all I can say is that I don't dislike you."

"I don't believe it, if you like me, you won't ignore me, and you won't accept anything I usually give you."

Song Baoxuan said lightly.

"I didn't like you, and I didn't like you, you know?"

"Huh? You didn't dislike me, and you didn't like me? So what do you mean? ”

Song Baoxuan stopped, Song Paner also stopped, Song Baoxuan looked at Song Paner indifferently and said.

"Song Pan'er, you don't have to find a way to befriend me, and it's not that you want to get close to me, I have to let you get close."

After speaking, Song Baoxuan continued to walk in the direction of home, but Song Paner stopped in place and did not continue to follow.

Song Baoxuan returned home, Li Dahua was still busy, she was worried that she would miss something for Song Baoxuan.

"Xiaobao, you're back! You go to bed early tonight, and you'll go out early tomorrow morning. ”

"Okay, mother, you can rest for a while."

"Eh, good, good."

As soon as Li Dahua sat down for a while, she thought that Song Baoxuan was going out tomorrow, and it would be better to kill a chicken to eat tonight.

The chickens at home have been raised for a long time, and it is time to kill one to taste it.

"Xiaobao, let's kill a chicken to eat tonight, do you want to eat white chopped chicken or eat fried chicken."

"Fried. Mother, let me stir-fry tonight, you and Dad haven't eaten my stir-fried dishes for a long time. ”

Li Dahua disagrees, Song Baoxuan will go out tomorrow, how could she be willing to let Song Baoxuan stir-fry today!

"No, Xiaobao, it's good for you to rest, just stir-fry the girl."

"Mother! I haven't done anything, I don't need to rest, but mother, you've been busy all day today, and you should rest for a while. ”

Li Dahua waved her hand, she didn't feel tired, she was used to being busy every day for so many years.

If one day she is idle and doesn't have to do any work, then she will be very uncomfortable.

"It's okay, my mother is not tired."

Song Baoxuan held Li Dahua's hand and said.

"Mother, will you let me cook tonight? I really want to cook for you and Dad before I go out on the road. ”

Li Dahua paused, then nodded.

"Okay, that mother will go and catch the fattest chicken to kill first, and when I kill the chicken and chop it, Xiaobao, you will fry it."

"Mother, when you kill chickens, I'll help you get chicken feet!"

"Eh, okay."

When killing a chicken, in order to prevent the chicken from struggling too hard, a person needs to hold its feet tightly, so that it cannot struggle very well.

When Li Dahua caught the chicken, he was quick and accurate, and he caught the fattest chicken in the family at once.

She weighed the weight of the chicken she was holding, patted its head with satisfaction, and said.

"I'll eat you tonight, Xiaobao eats you before going out, you should be very happy in your heart!"

Chicken: Happy yarn.

Song Baoxuan took a bowl with some salt water in it, and then took the knife and the bowl to the yard.

Li Dahua was waiting for Song Baoxuan in the yard with a chicken, Song Baoxuan put the bowl on the ground, handed the knife to Li Dahua, and held the chicken feet of the chicken in Li Dahua's hand with her hand.

Li Dahua touched the chicken's throat, and then plucked the feathers from a part of its throat.

The knife fell in his hand, and the chicken struggled violently, but his feet were held by Song Baoxuan, and it was useless to struggle.