At this time, Jiang Che's body was embarrassed a few times, he was holding a chicken feather blanket in one hand and a stick that caught fish at that time in the other, and the old hens in the yard that had already matured seemed to be frightened, flying all over the yard.

At the same time, Jiang Che still had a few chicken feathers on his head, He Wan thought to herself, these chicken feathers fell to the ground, and if you tie these chicken feathers together, I'm afraid you can make chicken feather shuttlecocks.

"Sister."

"I'm catching chickens."

"The chickens seem to be very difficult to catch, and they fly around a lot."

Jiang Che had a little embarrassment on his body, and He Wan instantly sighed, "It seems that you are really a man of action, I just wanted to drink chicken soup yesterday, and today you got up early in the morning to catch chickens, so when will you kill chickens?" ”

"Kill the chickens when you catch them."

"Chickens are different from fish, and chickens bleed when they are killed."

"Are you afraid?"

Not afraid is it fake, He Wan deliberately asked this sentence, Jiang Che frowned unnaturally, and He Wan knew the answer in an instant.

"Don't catch the chicken in the morning, hurry up and cook, I'm going to wait to eat the food you cooked."

Someone, who had been instructed, put down what he was holding, then walked to the faucet and washed his hands.

He Wan yawned, then stretched lazily on her waist. Immediately after, He Wan walked towards the chicken coop. After a while, the feet of the old hen that had been flying around were tied to the tree next to her with a rope by He Wan. The whole process only took a few minutes, but Jiang Che was a little dumbfounded.

…

"Sichuan pepper, big spice, star anise, bay leaf ......"

Jiang Che looked at the recipe in front of him, and then walked step by step to the place where the old hen was.

"That's... I didn't mean to, it's my sister who really wants to drink chicken soup, and I... I don't want to kill, but... But again I had to do it. What to do. ”

Jiang Che had never killed a chicken, and the knife in his hand was trembling. He was just a few years old, and when he saw the chicken with its paws tied, he walked over with some hesitation.

Jiang Che closed his eyes, still not daring to start. He Wan watched all this from a distance, without any emotion on her face. It's a little different from her old style.

"Would you rather be made into chicken soup?"

Jiang Che has a bit of a taste of talking to himself. As soon as he finished saying this, the chicken next to him immediately quacked.

"You don't want to be made into chicken soup."

Jiang Che was extremely entangled in his heart at this time, and he couldn't do it at all. He Wan didn't know when she walked to Jiang Che's side, and then snatched the knife from Jiang Che's hand, without saying a word, she didn't even walk to the chicken, she went down with a knife, and even the knife technique was very accurate.

Jiang Che was startled, and those chicken blood splashed at Jiang Che's feet, "Sister." ”

Jiang Che looked at He Wan in horror, but He Wan hooked her lips indifferently, "Okay, now I'll kill the chicken for you, you can help me make chicken soup." ”

"Remember to help me take care of the internal organs of this chicken, throw away everything that should be lost, and pluck all the hairs for me, I don't like to eat unclean things, if you can't, give it to me, I'll go to Aunt Lin for help, or give this chicken directly to Aunt Lin, and we can go to her house for dinner."

Jiang Che hadn't come to his senses for a while, and the action just now was over in just an instant.