Han Zhan's pupils trembled slightly, "Why do you ask?" Although he had already guessed the reason why Song Fei was waiting here, Han Zhan was still a little surprised when he heard this from Song Fei's mouth.
This guy is really smart.
Song Fei stared at Han Zhan's knee joints, not believing what Han Zhan had said to Song Ci that morning. "Joint pain is just an excuse you use to fool Song Ci. You just refuse to kneel down and kowtow to my parents. Your eyes tell me that you really don't like our mother. You must know our mother."
Song Fei's insight was truly astonishing. Han Zhan considered denying it, even lying, but in the end, he decided to be honest with Song Fei. For no other reason than that Song Fei was Song Ci's family member.
"Yes, I know him."
Hearing this, Song Fei looked at him with a deeper and colder gaze. "How do you know her?"
"I'm sorry, Sister Fei, I don't want to lie to you, but I don't want to talk about this for now."
"Oh, I don't want to say..." Song Fei looked at Han Zhan with a scrutinizing look. Han Zhan let her look at him, his expression remained calm and composed, and he didn't look like he had anything to hide.
After a while, Song Ci withdrew her gaze, then she took out a small black pill from her pocket.
Song Fei played with the small pill like a child playing with marbles. Han Zhan stared at the black pill in Song Fei's hand and narrowed his eyes. His intuition told him that the pill was not a good thing.
While playing, Song Fei said: "Everyone who has seen my mother knows that my sister and I look almost exactly like my mother. You hate my mother, but you married Song Ci who looks like my mother..."
"Han Zhan, what are your intentions?"
Han Zhan frowned slightly and was about to explain when he suddenly saw Song Fei raise her right hand and throw the black pill into the chicken coop of the neighbor next door.
Han Zhan turned his head and saw a puff of smoke coming out from where the pill fell to the ground. In just a few seconds, three or four chickens fell to the ground and struggled, and lost their vitality in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, Han Zhan's pupils constricted!
Song Fei's voice was cold and penetrated Han Zhan's ears: "Han Zhan, don't hurt my sister. If I find out that you have ulterior motives towards my sister, I don't care who your grandfather is or who your godmothers are, I will make you a handful of ashes in a jar!"
Song Fei said that she would turn Han Zhan into a handful of ashes, and she really had the ability to turn him into a handful of ashes.
Look, aren’t those chickens the best example?
Suppressing the turbulent waves in his heart, Han Zhan told Song Fei: "I really have no other thoughts about Song Ci. I have never thought of hurting Song Ci. You can rest assured about this, Song Fei." Han Zhan's voice was soft, for fear of angering this dangerous person who would report to the society at the slightest disagreement.
Song Fei snorted coldly, "That's better." She turned and left.
Han Zhan stared at the chickens lying on the ground in the chicken coop. He hesitated for a moment before walking back to Song Ci's house slowly.
Yan Jiang stood by the upstairs window, watching the scene unfold on the snow. He was filled with doubts. What was Ah Fei and Han Zhan talking about behind his back with Song Ci? Why had Han Zhan angered Song Fei?
At eleven o'clock, Song Ci returned from her neighbor's house, carrying a bag of local specialties. There were dried tofu, bacon, sausage, and salted duck eggs. After entering the house, Song Ci placed the items on the table and found two bags, intending to divide the items into two, giving one portion to Song Fei and one to Yan Jiang.
Han Zhan had work to do, so he hid away in his upstairs room. Song Fei didn't like cooking, so she sat on the sofa reading a new literary article in The Lancet. And Yan Jiang, once the most handsome man in the entertainment industry, could only work tirelessly in the kitchen, put on an apron, and cook.
As Song Ci was packing the food, he told Song Fei and Yan Jiang, "Something strange happened. A few chickens from Aunt Zhu's house next door suddenly died. Aunt Zhu was so scared that she thought they had fowl plague and even called a veterinarian."
Yan Jiang cast an indescribable look at Song Fei lying on the sofa.
Song Fei said without even looking up, "Maybe he died of cold."
Song Ci was surprised, "How can a chicken be frozen to death?"
Song Fei said expressionlessly, "If people can be frozen to death, why can't chickens? You forgot that the little match girl was frozen to death."
Song Ci still didn't believe Song Fei's words, "I think it might be chicken plague." After Song Ci packed up the things, he shouted upstairs: "Brother Han, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
Han Zhan walked out of the bedroom and stood in the corridor, replying to the person downstairs: "Hot and sour potato shreds, a little spicy."
"It's so sour and spicy, am I pregnant?" Song Ci muttered, and went into the kitchen to make spicy and sour potato shreds.
Song Ci was peeling potatoes while Yan Jiang stared at the air-dried beef in the pot. He looked back at Song Ci several times with an expression that seemed to want to say something but was hesitant, wanting to tell Song Ci what he had seen today.
But Song Fei deliberately avoided Song Ci and met Han Zhan in private, because she didn't want Song Ci to know about this. So Yan Jiang was very conflicted, should he tell Song Ci about this?
"Why are you always looking at me?" Song Ci glanced back at Yan Jiang and said, "Watch your food and don't let it get messy. If you keep staring at me, I'll tell Song Fei."
Yan Jiang poured a little more boiled water into the pot. The dried beef would taste better if cooked for a while longer.
The last time Han Zhan and Song Fei conspired to harm Mu Mian, it really deceived Yan Jiang. Yan Jiang understood the feeling of being kept in the dark. Yan Jiang and Song Ci were brothers in distress and had a good relationship. Yan Jiang finally decided to tell Song Ci.
Yan Jiang turned around and leaned against the counter, calling out, "Song Song."
Song Ci threw the potato into the basin, picked up the second unpeeled potato, and hummed without looking up. "What's wrong?"
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