Chapter 047 Well-behaved

Who would like his dull temperament?

Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes and looked at the glass in his hand with a blank look.

His thumb rubbed the rim of the cup, and the boiled water in the cup rippled gently. The hot steam rose and brushed across his cheek, making the area around his eyes vaguely warm.

Blinking in confusion, Zhang Qiling realized that since he met Zhang Moyu, his emotions had been fluctuating more and more.

If I think about it carefully, it seems like there is a feeling of worrying about gains and losses, and being restrained and not expressing it.

Before Zhang Qiling could figure out more, a gentle call came into his ears, with a hint of doubt and undisguised concern.

"Little official?"

Zhang Qiling suddenly came to his senses and saw that Hei Xiazi and Zhang Moyu were both looking at him, as if waiting for him to speak.

Seeing his blank expression, Zhang Moyu and Hei Xiazi realized at the same time that it seemed that Zhang Qiling didn't hear a word of their conversation just now.

"I'm talking to you, dumb. Do you want to eat the white-cut chicken I made tomorrow, or the chicken soup made by Brother Mo?"

Hei Xia Zi has full confidence in Zhang Qiling's choice. The care he has given him over the years is not just talk.

Speaking of Zhang Qiling’s favorite dish, it must be boiled chicken.

After making it many times, Hei Xiazi has gained some experience in making white-cut chicken. Although it is not the most delicious, he dares to say that it is definitely the one that suits Zhang Qiling's taste the most.

This is all acquired through practice. Hei Xia Zi's proficiency in boiled chicken is second only to his beloved shredded pork with green peppers.

"This isn't just any chicken soup. It's a nourishing and healthy medicinal dish, the Thousand Herbs White Jade Chicken Soup. You probably haven't tried it yet."

Zhang Moyu was not to be outdone. They had been discussing cooking before.

When it comes to other dishes, Zhang Moyu may not be as good as the cooking skills of later generations, but when it comes to cooking chicken, he has a lot to say.

The Zhang family's taste preferences are pretty much the same. Perhaps because they have always been at odds with the Wang family cultivators who have phoenix blood, chicken has always been quite popular among them.

Having been dedicated to studying the cooking methods of chicken, and having passed down the recipes from generation to generation, Zhang Moyu can confidently say: from breeding to cooking, no one in the world knows chicken better than the Zhang family!

From hatching eggs to breeding, from drinking water and feed to living environment, every chicken raised by the Zhang family is an elite among chickens who are carefully educated, exercise every day, and are rigorous and self-disciplined!

They even have countless tailor-made cooking methods based on the different physiques of each type of chicken.

"good."

Feeling the two people's concern for him, Zhang Qiling gave them a faint smile and gave an irrelevant answer.

When Hei Xia Zi saw the rare limited edition of Zhang Qiling with a smile, he looked at her with some curiosity for a few more seconds, and then started to mock her as usual.

"Who are you trying to fool, you dumbass? We're just discussing what to eat tomorrow and asking for your opinion."

This time, there was no need to even think. Zhang Qiling directly chose Zhang Moyu, making Hei Xiazi hold his sweetheart with one hand, and saying that after so many years of sincere companionship, he was wronged in the end.

After Hei Xia Zi made a lot of noise for a while, the three of them went back to their rooms and went to sleep. They had a quiet and peaceful night.

The next day, Hei Xia Zi went out early to buy breakfast. After breakfast, he went to the vegetable market with Zhang Moyu.

There are many steps required for Zhang Moyu to make Qiancao White Jade Chicken. If he wants to eat it at noon, he has to start early.

Before leaving, Zhang Moyu worriedly told Zhang Qiling to behave himself at home, fearing that Zhang Qiling might cause trouble when he was alone at home.

Hei Xia Zi felt that Zhang Moyu was thinking too much because he didn't understand the situation. Zhang Qiling looked like he couldn't even get a fart with those three sticks, so what kind of trouble could he possibly cause?

The mute always regarded daydreaming as entertainment and often sat in a corner of the house for half a day, like a stone sculpture.

People who practice martial arts have a light breath, and sometimes Hei Xia Zi would be startled if he suddenly saw someone standing next to him.

After picking and choosing at the vegetable market, Zhang Moyu finally chose a big rooster with shiny feathers, lively and energetic.

Live chickens are more expensive than slaughtered ones. Hei Xia Zi bargained with the boss for a long time, but finally, under the boss's unfriendly look, he only lowered the price to three dollars and paid the money with reluctance.

On the way home, Zhang Moyu held the big rooster in his hand, and it lay there obediently, motionless.

Hei Xiazi held the side dishes in one hand and was eager to make a move on the chicken which was quietly closing its eyes and shrinking its head with the other hand.

Perhaps due to its naughty nature, the black bear is particularly interested in those well-behaved people or animals. The main reason is that it can't help but want to touch them whenever it sees them.

Either your hair will explode or you will be rubbed bald!

Most of the people who were provoked by the black bear were the former, such as Zhang Qiling and this chicken.

He quickly retracted his hand to avoid the rooster's furious peck.

Hei Xia Zi plucked a handful of chicken feathers, put them to his mouth and blew them away with one breath. Then he wiped his leather jacket with his hands, hummed a little tune with contentment, and walked to the front with light steps.

After returning home, Zhang Moyu felt relieved when he saw Zhang Qiling sitting quietly and well-behaved in the yard. However, he couldn't help but think that Zhang Qiling must be a helpless person who had wandered around and suffered a lot, which was why he developed his current personality.

His heart suddenly felt heavy, and his gaze towards Zhang Qiling became gentle and sentimental.

Zhang Qiling didn't know why Zhang Moyu looked at him so strangely. Thinking of what Zhang Moyu had told him before he left, he subconsciously said:

"I'm very good."

When he suddenly heard this, Hei Xia Zi shuddered subconsciously, remembering Zhang Qiling's cold face and disgust towards him and the violent beating he had received, his face was filled with disgust.

In the same scene, Zhang Qiling's overly obedient attitude made Zhang Moyu feel a pain in his heart.

In the past, the noisy children at home made him upset, but when the children became extremely sensible and knew their limits, he felt that the children must have suffered a lot and he couldn't bear it.

Zhang Moyu wanted to tell him that he didn't need to be so obedient, but he thought it would be a bad idea to change his mind now since he had just given the order.

I had no choice but to write this down, and planned to use it to subtly warm him up in daily teaching and interaction, so that he can release his nature appropriately and not be so suppressed.

"Well, the little official is very well behaved."

Zhang Moyu's tone was like coaxing a child, which made Zhang Qiling feel a little embarrassed, and a blush appeared on the tips of his ears.

When Hei Xia Zi saw that the two of them looked at each other with a loving look in their eyes, he immediately became unhappy.

He put the vegetables on the ground, then rushed between the two of them, hugged one on the left and one on the right, and forcibly joined this family.

Zhang Moyu slapped the hand that Hei Xiazi had placed on his waist, and then stuffed the chicken in his hand, which was startled and clucking by Hei Xiazi's sudden movement, into his arms.