Chapter 161 Is catching chickens really that hard?
"Coo coo coo coo..."
"You're bullying me! If you're so capable, don't use a flying vehicle!"
"Coo coo coo coo..."
A fierce chase between a person and a chicken unfolded in the chicken coop.
Five minutes later, Lin Cheng was defeated.
He stood beside the chicken coop, panting heavily: "Young Master Ting, I can't take it anymore. These chickens must be possessed by spirits; they can fly and run!"
Murong Ting: "...Hold on a little longer."
Lin Cheng had no choice but to continue the chase.
Ironically, the chicken seemed to have gotten confused from being chased for so long.
With a flap of its wings, it flew towards Murong Ting's arms.
Murong Ting reached out with lightning speed.
The next second, the rooster's neck was seized, sealing its fate.
Lin Cheng, not far away: "..."
Murong Ting glanced at Lin Cheng with disdain: "Catching chickens, is that so hard?"
Damn, you're the chosen one, aren't you?
As expected of you, Young Master Ting.
It's not just a nightmare for ghosts, it's even reached the point where chickens are afraid of it!
Murong Ting turned around gracefully. "What are you still standing there for? Aren't you going back?"
Lin Chengkuang nodded: "Yes, yes, yes!"
On the way back, Lin Cheng kept praising Murong Ting: "Young Master Ting, you really are an all-around CEO. Even catching chickens is no problem for you. Why did that rooster fly so eagerly into your arms?"
Murong Ting turned his head, disdainfully shoved the chicken into Lin Cheng's hand, thought for a moment, and replied seriously, "Could it be a chicken that's obsessed with looks?"
Lin Cheng: "..."
Damn, you can even find a way to praise yourself in this situation.
He gave an awkward laugh and said, "Whatever makes you happy!"
The two went into the kitchen.
Yan Heli's Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup had just started simmering when Lin Cheng hurriedly held up the large rooster in his hand like a treasure: "Mr. Yan, we've caught the rooster!"
Yan Heli nodded: "Hmm, not bad, put it there."
He pointed to a wooden board next to him.
As Lin Cheng placed the chicken down, he was still shaken: "Mr. Yan, this chicken is flapping its wings so fiercely, it won't run away if we leave it here, will it?"
Yan Heli came over carrying a large cleaver: "Don't worry, he can't run away."
As he spoke, he came over and grabbed the chicken's neck with his large hand.
"Oh, Xiao Ting."
Murong Ting, who was standing nearby, subconsciously replied, "Mr. Yan, what is it?"
“Oh, I wasn’t calling you,” Yan Heli glanced at Murong Ting, “I was calling this chicken, its name is Xiao Ting.”
Murong Ting: "..."
Yan Heli ignored his choked expression and, with a "bang," brought the knife down!
The chicken's head fell to the ground with a thud, and a spurt of blood gushed out.
Murong Ting and Lin Cheng, standing to the side: "..."
The two of them stood frozen in place, not daring to move an inch.
Especially Murong Ting, at that moment, he felt as if his head had gone off along with the chicken's head.
That knife was too fast!
Seeing Yan Heli drain the chicken of blood without even blinking, Lin Cheng felt a chill run down his spine: "Young Master Ting, didn't you feel like that knife was slashed right on your head?"
Murong Ting swallowed hard, trying to appear calm: "Really? Don't talk nonsense."
Lin Cheng, trembling, tugged at Murong Ting's sleeve and whispered, "Young Master Ting, should we slip away? Judging by the old man's skills, if he finds out who we are, he might fry us in oil in a bit."
Murong Ting took a deep breath: "It's not that bad, we haven't finished our work for him yet."
Lin Cheng: "..."
Faced with Murong Ting's words of comfort, he was momentarily at a loss for words.
Moments later, the chicken was bled, its feathers were scalded off, and it was then completely torn apart by five horses.
"Hey, you guys are in for a treat today! I'm making you a classic free-range chicken stew with mushrooms. It's really delicious. Lin Ting, make sure you eat plenty later!"
Murong Ting, his face pale, forced a smile and replied, "Okay."
Yan Heli was finally satisfied: "You guys watch the pot for me, I'll go pick some wild vegetables from the field."
Murong Ting nodded.
Yan Heli returned shortly afterward.
Carrying a basket of wild vegetables, I walked home while checking my phone.
The message was sent by Kong Wange.
"Master, we went to town to buy some things, which delayed us, but we're almost there now."
"Hmm, what else would you like to eat? Master will make it for you."
"I want to eat your signature stir-fried beef with yellow peppers!"
"OK!"
Putting away his phone and the wild vegetables, Yan Heli saw that Murong Ting and Lin Cheng were indeed dutifully watching the fire for him.
However, the two of them were a bit flustered as they added firewood to the stove.
He chuckled, then composed himself and stepped forward: "How did it go?"
Seeing this, Murong Ting stood up, coughed lightly, and said, "The fire was almost out, so we added some firewood."
"Yeah, you guys look pretty disheveled. I'll go get you some clothes to change into."
A moment later, Yan Heli took out two sets of clothes: "Here, try them on and see if they fit."
Murong Ting looked at the clothes and paused slightly.
Gray casual pants and a light green polo shirt—simple yet stylish.
The clothes are men's, but they are clearly not something Mr. Yan, who is his age, would wear.
He immediately became alert: "Mr. Yan, are there other men living here?"
Yan Heli handed the clothes in his hand to Murong Ting and said half-jokingly, "Well, Xiao Ge'er doesn't have many advantages, except that she's pretty. She has a lot of suitors. They come to keep me company when they have nothing to do, and sometimes they stay here until it gets late. These clothes are what they left behind."
Murong Ting and Lin Cheng: "A suitor?"
"What's wrong with Xiao Ge'er being beautiful and kind-hearted, having a dozen or twenty suitors?"
"A dozen or twenty?!"
Lin Cheng's eyes widened, and he whispered to Murong Ting, "Young Master Ting, you're finished!"
Murong Ting glared at Lin Cheng, feeling extremely annoyed, and pressed on, "Mr. Yan, among Wanwan's suitors, is there a man who drives a Bentley? Do you know who he is?"
"Ah, all the guys chasing after Xiaoge are rich, handsome, and rich, and many of them drive Bentleys. Which one are you talking about?"
Murong Ting: "..."
He took a deep breath and asked from a different angle, "Mr. Yan, Wanwan said she's coming over with a man later?"
Yan Heli nodded: "Yes, what's wrong?"
Are you familiar with that man?
"It's hard not to be familiar with each other." Yan Heli deliberately didn't say it out loud.
"Oh, is that so?" Murong Ting smiled insincerely. "I can't have come here for nothing. Since you're all Wanwan's friends, I have to take good care of you. By the way, what kind of dishes does Wanwan like to eat? Let me see if I can cook them."
Yan Heli looked him up and down, then said, "Stir-fried beef with yellow peppers."
“Oh, this dish…” Murong Ting teased Lin Cheng beside him.
Lin Cheng quickly said, "Making this dish well requires real skill, Tingdi, you're probably in trouble."
Murong Ting said regretfully, "It seems I can't help Mr. Yan."
“No problem,” Yan Heli said casually. “You are guests, so there’s no reason for you to cook. Go inside and rest.”
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