“Chuckle…”

Si Chengfeng looked at the hen struggling on the ground and really didn't know where to start.

“Chuckle…”

Zuo An, who had finished studying the new sleeve arrow in the backyard room and was making it according to the blueprint, heard the endless crowing of chickens in the front yard. Finally, he could no longer bear it and climbed out of the window, flew onto the roof and came to the front yard.

He snatched the kitchen knife from Si Chengfeng's hand and slashed it with a "click". The poor hen didn't even have time to cry before her head was chopped off and fell to the ground, rolling several times.

Seeing that the rooster finally stopped crowing, Zuo An stuffed the bloodless kitchen knife back into Si Chengfeng's hand, then flew back to the backyard room to continue busying himself, making his new sleeve arrow.

Hua's father Ye Maochun, who was watching the fire in the kitchen, heard the noise outside, put down the vegetables he was picking, and went out of the kitchen to check.

"What's going on? What's this?"

When Ye Maochun saw Si Chengfeng, who was holding a kitchen knife and looked disheveled, and the headless chicken on the ground that was still bleeding, he was stunned.

"No...it's okay! What should we do next?" Si Chengfeng came back to his senses and asked Hua's father.

“Plucking…plucking the chicken feathers!”

Ye Maochun swallowed his saliva. Although Si Chengfeng's way of killing the chicken was too shocking, he still didn't ask or say anything more.

"Wait a moment, I'll get some hot water."

At least Si Chengfeng had killed the chicken, though the spilled blood was a shame. But since this was probably the kid's first time killing a chicken, Ye Maochun thought, "I better not discourage him."

After returning to the kitchen, Ye Maochun filled a wooden basin with some cold water, then scooped some hot water from the pot on the small stove, mixed it to the appropriate temperature, and then brought the basin of warm water to the well.

"After killing the chicken, you need to scald it like this before plucking. The water should be slightly hot, but not too hot. When plucking, pluck it like this..."

Ye Maochun patiently taught Si Chengfeng how to pluck chicken feathers.

"How is it? Did you learn it?"

"Yes." Si Chengfeng felt that plucking chicken feathers was much easier than killing the chicken.

"Okay, pluck the chicken first, and I'll go prepare the ingredients for stewing the chicken."

"Once you've prepared the chicken, bring it in and put it in the small pot. Add some water and stew it with the ingredients in the pot. I'll go to Dayong's house to borrow some ginger after I prepare the ingredients. I'll be back soon."

"Okay, no problem."

After giving Si Chengfeng his instructions, Ye Maochun returned to the kitchen. After adding some herbs to the pot to replenish qi and blood, he left the kitchen and exited the Hua family's yard.

It took Si Chengfeng a full quarter of an hour to pluck the chicken. After washing the chicken with water, he carried it back to the kitchen.

Not seeing Ye Maochun, Si Chengfeng put the chicken into the small pot as Hua's father had instructed, then added water and covered it with a wooden lid.

The chicken was ready, and the next step was to light the fire. Si Chengfeng took a piece of firewood and put it in the large stove to burn. He then took it out and put it in the small stove next door. Then he added more firewood to the small stove.

Si Chengfeng used his own method and actually stewed the chicken...

"Oh no! Oh no!"

"Qingcheng, your kitchen exploded!"

Hua Qingcheng, who was inspecting the construction of a new house at the end of the village, was suddenly startled when she heard Yu Qingyou's call.

"Grandpa, Li Ge, you guys walk back slowly later, I'll go back and take a look first."

After greeting Mu Lige and Mulanjin, Hua Qingcheng rushed to the Hua family at the village entrance in a panic.