Bo Qinghang stood from a distance and observed, and then praised: "It seems that your technique of slaughtering hens is quite skilled." ”

Shuichi: "When surviving in the wild, this is the most basic animal handling skill. ”

As he spoke, he already held a slender knife in his right hand, and gently slashed it on the chicken's neck......

looked at the basin that received the chicken's blood, and Bo Qinghang's back suddenly felt cold.

"Bang."

The golden-flowered hen, who was struggling to die with a final hammer, was thrown into a plastic bucket.

Xiu Yi turned around, reached out and took the shivering hen from Bo Qinghang's hand, who had witnessed what kind of life the little friend had gone through, "You go to the kitchen and bring out the boiling water." ”

"You want to burn the chicken?"

"Yes, how to pluck chicken feathers without burning."

Bo Qinghang was still stunned in his heart, walked to the stone steps and looked back, and at that moment, he saw a cold light flashing in Xiuyi's eyes.

Xiuyi also understands that a rich kid like Bo Qinghang should have never seen how to kill chickens.

So I took care of all the work.

A few minutes after Bo Qinghang entered the house, he came out with a pot of boiling water, and stood next to him to watch the scalding chicken.

A pot of boiling water was poured into the bucket, soaked for a few minutes, and then Xiuyi took out the chicken that was almost scald, and continued to squat by the sink to pluck chicken feathers. The chicken feathers were soaked in water and were thrown into a dustpan on the ground by the pool.

"Are you making soup tonight?" Shuichi stripped the feathers of the two chickens and then put them on the edge of the pool and suddenly asked.

"What do you do when you don't make chicken soup and buy chicken? Let's wrap one first, and cook the other one tomorrow night. Add some dried shiitake mushrooms to make the soup thicker and more fragrant, shiitake mushrooms ...... Doesn't seem to have one, right? ”

"You can go to Grandma Liu's house to buy some, didn't the old man send us wild mushrooms last time?"

"I'll go to the storage room first." He is thin-skinned, and it is not his style to go to the neighbor's house to ask for things at every turn.

Besides, with Grandma Liu's temperament, as long as he speaks, the old man will definitely not accept money.

"By the way, grab a handful of rice and burn the fluff with the fire of the five grains." Seeing Bo Qinghang's puzzled eyes, Shuichi explained.

Bo Qinghang was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses, shocked that he had just learned another life skill.

He went to the pantry and filled a little rice with a rice cup, and said excitedly, "I found dried shiitake mushrooms, and porcini mushrooms." ”

However, he didn't say that when he saw the bag of porcini mushrooms next to the shiitake mushrooms, he couldn't name them, so he hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket to encyclopedia......

Repair a handful of rice and pour it into a stainless steel basin, use a lighter to light the rice grains, and then turn the plucked chicken over and over the flames to barbecue, the fluff, and the hairs that are not easy to pluck with your fingers, squeak a little on the fire, and the fire in the yard comes out, and the smell of burnt chicken feathers wafts in the air.

Bo Qinghang also squatted aside to observe, and looked at Xiuyi, "You just went to the bamboo forest and saw how many chickens are there inside?" ”

"There are probably a dozen or so more, what? Still want to buy? ”

"You are like this, buy one for my girl to make soup in the next week, you see that she is skinny...... How can you afford to resist a hoe in the future?! ”

Shuichi really couldn't find the words to answer.

Put the roasted chicken in a bucket and take it back to the house to tidy up in the kitchen.

Before entering the house, he specially instructed the idle panicked man, saying, "Please pour the chicken feathers into the bamboo forest by the way." ”

"Huh? In the bamboo forest...... "I haven't been to say."

But he stood in the fence yard and looked left and right, but there was not a familiar shadow.

I had to pick up a handful of baskets and go to the bamboo forest to pour chicken feathers. Fortunately, at this time, the cats and dogs were not at home to make trouble, and they didn't know where to run.

Otherwise, when the chicken feathers are dry, the wind will float all over the yard.

He didn't want to see a yard full of chicken feathers.

After pouring chicken feathers and coming out of the bamboo forest, he stood on the road and looked at the two figures on the Inano ditch.

When he turned around, he threw the dustpan into the yard and turned around to return to the bamboo forest.