Song Yao cut the chicken's neck with a knife. When he tried to catch the struggling chicken, a lot of chicken blood splashed on his body. He cut the chicken's neck with force again, and the chicken was finally unable to move. Just as Song Yao was about to boil the chicken with water, he smelled an indescribable smell.
It tasted like a dish that had been cooked for several days, and it also smelled like stinky socks and fermented bean curd, or even a sewer. It was so indescribable that it was like the evil soup cooked by the vicious witch in a fairy tale.
Song Yao held his breath, and his pretty face turned red. He washed his hands and wanted to go into the house to see what was going on, then he heard the sound of Liang Wanyou holding her breath.
"Xiao Ning, we don't need your help with the cooking. Go out and play with Song Yao. Just wait for dinner later."
After he finished speaking, Song Yao looked up again and saw Jiang Ning coming out aggrieved, holding a bowl of unknown green food with black smell in her hand. The smell of that food was exactly what Song Yao smelled.
I understand why Jiang Ning was asked to leave the kitchen with the bowl.
Song Yao, who still wanted to comfort Jiang Ning, saw the bowl of horrible "witch soup", and took several steps back faster than he could react, and even made the retreat gesture towards Jiang Ning.
When Jiang Ning looked over, he quickly withdrew his hand and asked.
"Well, Mr. Jiang, do we need to pour this stuff out? Just pour it into the big bucket at the door."
"This is the melon soup made from my favorite melon. It would be a shame to throw it away. How about I try it first?" Jiang Ning said as he was about to put the bowl on the table and get the chopsticks.
Song Yao admired her spirit of only harming herself and not others, but when he saw it, he was worried that Jiang Ning would be sent to the hospital after tasting it, so he hurried to stop her.
"Teacher Jiang, you'd better not eat it. The color and taste of this soup are not right. What if you get a stomachache or food poisoning after eating it?"
"How is that possible? These ingredients are non-toxic and harmless. They won't harm people." Jiang Ning was a little hesitant after hearing what Song Yao said.
Song Yao continued, speaking as if he was coaxing his naughty brother.
"Some foods are incompatible and cannot be cooked together. For the sake of your health, I'll pour the soup. If Teacher Jiang likes melon soup, I can make you loofah soup another day."
After saying that, seeing that Jiang Ning didn't object, Song Yao took a deep breath, then held it, picked up the bowl of soup and stretched out his arm, making sure the soup was far away from him, and quickly poured the soup into the泔水桶 outside the door. He then went out to fetch water and washed the bowl before putting it back into the house.
There were many guests, and with everyone helping out, the dishes were ready in no time. Just when everyone put the bowls and chopsticks on the table and started working, Yu Changlin, who had disappeared, returned to the wooden house on time, sat down and ate the ready-made food, leaving the guests who had been busy for most of the day speechless and they simply ignored him.
"Xiao Ning, try this chicken soup. This is how it tastes best. Let's not mess around." Liang Wanyou served a bowl of chicken soup to Jiang Ning, wanting to correct Jiang Ning's wrong view of cooking.
Jiang Qing and the others recalled the lethality of Jiang Ning's soup. They felt the soup mixed with multiple strange smells still flowing through their noses. Their faces turned green and their eating movements slowed down a lot in an instant.
Hey, how come they really believed that Jiang Ning could cook and let her try it?
It is no exaggeration to say that if Satan drank the soup Jiang Ning made, he would die again, and their small bodies could not handle it.
Jiang Ning, who didn't know that everyone was so afraid of the soup she made, took a sip of the chicken soup and said.
"Although the melon soup I made doesn't look as good as this bowl of soup, it definitely tastes as good as the chicken soup. Someone even cried after drinking my soup."
Liang Wanyou didn't know whether she should tell Jiang Ning this cruel fact.
Is it possible that the person who cried because the soup was so delicious was crying because it was so unpalatable?
To be honest, Liang Wanyou has seen people with poor cooking skills over the years, but she has never seen cooking skills as good as Jiang Ning's. She can even make a bowl of melon soup have an eye-irritating smell. Can you believe it?
"Well, we can just do the cooking these few days. What's the point of a little girl like you staying in the kitchen all day? We can't enjoy your great cooking skills. You must cook for your boyfriend to taste in the future." Jiang Qing tried hard to hold back his laughter and seriously set a trap for Jiang Ning's future boyfriend.
Yu Changlin came back too late and did not witness the lethality of Jiang Ning's bowl of melon soup. When he heard what Jiang Qing said, he still sat there and spoke to Jiang Ning as if he was educating him in a fatherly manner.
"Girls nowadays are so spoiled, unlike us back then. Every girl has good cooking skills."
"Jiang Ning, you are not a child anymore. It will be too late to learn how to cook in the future. No man will be interested in you then. You should learn how to cook and clean the house from Yishan in the next few days. Don't be like those girls nowadays who just spend their days shopping and spending money. They don't act like good wives and mothers at all."
These words successfully made everyone at the dinner table angry.
Jiang Qing had a stern face and was about to start scolding by slamming his chopsticks on the table, when he heard Jiang Ning's aggrieved voice.
"Teacher Yu, your scolding is so filthy, how have I offended you, old man?"
[Although I said in my heart that you are shameless, a cuckold, a powerless man, and a big bastard, but I didn't say it out loud. How can you scold me? I'm so angry, I'm going to make a scene! ]
"Did I accidentally see some JK, sailor suits, and a lot of clothes with incomprehensible fabrics in your suitcase? Now that you know about it, you want to teach me a lesson?"
"Or did I accidentally see you hugging a beautiful sister and exchanging saliva, and you got angry and scolded me?"
Jiang Ning's words "I'm so weak, I'm so worried about being retaliated against" left Yu Changlin at a loss.
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"What are you talking about? I didn't beep, and I didn't beep..."
"Teacher Yu, if you are truly innocent, please calm down and explain slowly. Don't stutter." Jiang Ning's pale, soft, and non-aggressive face was filled with an expression of encouragement for Yu Changlin.
Seeing that Jiang Ning looked docile and gentle, but had such strong lethality, Jiang Qing sat back and raised his voice.
"Yes, if you are really innocent, just explain it. We are not robbers and we can't shut you up."
Yu Changlin glared at Jiang Qing and Jiang Ning.
But as soon as he tried to explain, he would be muted. He couldn't say anything and could only force himself to continue.
"The innocent are innocent! I don't need to explain to you, as long as my wife believes me."
Yu Changlin looked at Hu Yisan and motioned her to speak for him.
The other party spoke as Yu Changlin expected, but what he said was completely opposite to what he expected.
"Changlin, I want to believe you, but tell me, what is this?!"
Hu Yisan's eyes were red and she slammed her phone on the table with a look of grief.
The photos in the phone were of Yu Changlin entering and leaving the hotel with many women, and finally a photo of Yu Changlin wearing only a pair of shorts, standing awkwardly on the air conditioner outside.
These photos also have the shooting dates on them, and the earliest ones can be traced back to more than 20 years ago.
What does this show? It shows that Yu Changlin had already cheated on Hu Yishan when he was dating her, and he has been cheating on her for more than 20 years. He has no remorse at all for his cheating.
(End of this chapter)