"What chicken soup are you okay with?"

At nightfall, Yin's angry voice sounded in the courtyard,

"A good chicken that lays eggs, you're going to spoil me!"

"I see that you are working so hard, so I want you to come back at night and drink a mouthful of chicken soup, mother, you don't have to cook."

The immature child's voice, which looked a little aggrieved, responded.

"Then you can't be so cheap, look at it, what are you cooking?"

Yin's voice suddenly weakened a little, and most of the anger in his words dissipated.

"Forget it, it's just a chicken, our family is not bad now, this kid now knows how to help you share it, how filial he is."

The honest and honest Feng Shouli hurriedly persuaded, although it is a pity that this hen can only lay eggs, but it is all cooked in the pot, what is the use of getting angry at the child?

"Feng Shouli, you don't want to be a good person there, come over and taste this pot of chicken soup cooked by your son yourself, this kid doesn't know how much salt he poured into it, this is what people eat?"

When Father Feng heard this, he stepped forward and scooped a spoonful of soup, and after taking a bite, his rough face from the sun and rain wrinkled, salty, and indeed inedible.

"How much salt did you put in it?"

Feng Shouli turned his head to look and stood obediently to the side, looking like a gentle child.

"I don't know, I put it by feeling, too much?"

Feng Qing'an was also a little unsure, because the chicken exploded suddenly, and the chicken blood didn't have time to be released, so he added a little more salt to the soup and cooked it for a long time.

"Add more water to this soup!"

Feng Shouli turned back to follow Yin, and then stared at Feng Qing'an, and earnestly instructed,

"Gentleman Yuanchu cook, you are a scholar, just study with peace of mind, this cooking and cooking, your mother can do it, don't interfere anymore!"

"The gentleman cooks far away, it doesn't mean that the gentleman stays away from the kitchen, the real meaning is ......"

Feng Qing'an wanted to popularize science, but no one listened to him anymore, don't look at Feng Shouli's relief and persuasion of the Yin family, in fact, this honest farmer is also very distressed in his heart, this is a chicken that can only lay eggs.

"I probably can't be a gentleman!"

Feng Qing'an, who left the kitchen, walked into the yard, looked at the fresh little lives in the yard, and sighed quite consciously.

A gentleman must have a benevolent and righteous heart, and "Spirit Alchemy Technique", he must continue to practice, and the object of practice can only be these chickens and ducks. There was no other living creature to train him except the fowl.

Woof! Woof!

Seeing Feng Qing'an's figure, the puppy running around in the yard immediately rushed over, one person and one dog frolicked for a while, until the sound of Yin calling him to eat came, and Feng Qing'an entered the house.

"Eat, you're all!"

A bowl full of chicken soup was brought up and placed on the dining table, but it was the closest to Feng Qing'an, and even his short arm could reach out and clip it.

"Dad, mother, eat!"

After Feng Qing'an took a big bite for a while, he realized that he was the only one who stretched out his chopsticks into the chicken soup bowl, and his father and mother were just holding some vegetarian dishes.

"This chicken soup doesn't taste right, you can eat it yourself!"

Yin's face showed a look of disgust.

"You eat it, I don't like chicken!"

Feng Shouli smiled as he held the big bowl.

“……”

The child didn't speak, he lowered his head and continued to pull the rice bowl, he had heard too many similar words, there were always all kinds of excuses, he would have believed it when he was ten years old before, but at the age of ten in this life, he would not believe such words anymore.

Feng Qing'an stretched out his chopsticks, fished out a piece of chicken from the soup bowl, took a bite, and after chewing for a while, his little face with a shiny oil on his mouth suddenly wrinkled, and then he opened his mouth and spit out, and the chewed chicken mixed with rice chips fell into the bowl.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that his son vomited the food in his mouth, Yin suddenly asked with concern.

"This meat doesn't taste right!"

"What's wrong? Is it salty, then blame you for putting too much salt! ”

"No, it's not, it tastes so weird, I can't tell it, I feel like there's something wrong, it's different from what I ate before!"

Feng Qing'an frowned, his face serious.

"What's weird?"

Yin Shi was a little surprised, and also stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken, took a bite, and after chewing for a while, he looked at Feng Qing'an,

"There's nothing wrong with the taste!"

"There's really a problem, mother, your mouth is wrong, Dad, you try a piece, my mother can't taste it!"

Feng Qing'an's eyes fell on his father, listening to the conversation between the two women, Feng Shouli was also a little puzzled, picked up a piece of meat from the soup bowl, and chewed it repeatedly, but also puzzled,

"What's wrong with that? It's so fresh! ”

"Your mouths are not right!"

Feng Qing'an muttered, and then under the gaze of his father, he picked up another piece of meat, and after chewing for a while, his brows furrowed, and he opened his mouth and spit into the bowl.

"There's really something wrong with this meat, can't this be a plague **?"

"Nonsense!"

"Don't talk nonsense, how can it be a plague chicken?"

The husband and wife immediately rebuked the child, and the two did not believe in evil, so they each took a piece from the soup bowl and tasted it carefully, confirming that the meat was okay.

"I guess I added water and boiled it again, so the taste is a little wrong, so Erniu thinks it's weird!"

Feng Shouli finds a reason for his son's abnormal sense of taste.

"This mouth is too picky, if it's really a famine year, your mouth will starve to death, hurry up and eat your bowl of rice, not a single grain of rice is left!"

Yin scolded.

"Oh!"

Feng Qing'an took a few bites to clean his bowl, and after eating, he looked at his father and said,

"This bowl of chicken soup, you two can eat it if you like, I will never touch it, it tastes too strange!"

"Love to eat or not!"

Yin said impatiently.

"It doesn't taste right, you just can't taste it!"

Feng Qing'an muttered back to his room, but after the door was closed, he couldn't help but smash his mouth, reminiscing about the taste of chicken.

The parents of both lives are so similar that they can't wait to give everything good to their children.

However, he really can't eat a whole pot of chicken soup! Isn't it good to eat together as a family?

Now his family is not lacking in this, Feng Qing'an has adapted to the leap improvement in the quality of life, because he has enjoyed a better life, but his father and mother are still stuck in the past, living a life of deduction and search.

For example, his father is polite, and he can comfortably be the owner and enjoy the life of being a master, but he has to work in the field with a hoe.

His mother Yin is not far off, she does everything herself, obviously with her current family background, she can raise a few maids, hire a few long-term workers, and enjoy it comfortably, but they just can't calm down.

In this regard, Feng Qing'an is also helpless, and can only occasionally use some cleverness and play some tricks.