C32 It Is Impossible to Kill a Chicken

The chicken seemed to know that its life was coming to an end, and continued to struggle throughout the journey, flapping its wings, attempting to escape from Xia Yi's grasp.

From time to time, tiny feathers would fly out from under the chicken wings.

Xiao Linmu was extremely disdainful, there was quite a distance between him and Xia Yi.

Even so, the occasional "gege" sound made by the chicken made Xiao Linmu feel extremely impatient.

Finally, Xiao Linmu could no longer hold back, "Can you calm it down?"

His scalp ached from the racket.

"Are you thinking too highly of me? Do you think I can understand the language of chickens, or can chickens understand my language? "

Xia Yi also felt helpless.

Furthermore, no matter if he killed them or not, the last time he tried, Xia Yi's heart was in shadow for a long time.

Right now, looking at the messy chicken in her hand, Xia Yi suddenly regretted. There were so many dishes that she could cook, so why did she choose to fry the chicken?

Thinking about how straightforward and straightforward Leng Qianjue was when killing wild rabbits, Xia Yi sneaked a glance at him.

Judging from Xiao Linmu's performance against Niu Dazhi today, Xiao Linmu was also a practitioner, killing a chicken should not be a problem.

"Don't even think about it. I won't help you kill a chicken."

With just a glance, Xiao Linmu guessed what Xia Yi was thinking and mercilessly rejected him.

Before he could even finish his words, Xiao Linmu had already strangled his way through his thoughts.

Xia Yi could only accept her fate, she thought … After the experience with killing chickens last time, it should save him a lot of effort.

However … Things were not going as smoothly as Xia Yi had thought.

When the knife cut into the chicken's neck, Xia Yi's hand trembled uncontrollably. The knife only cut into the blood vessels on the chicken's neck, but it did not kill him in one strike.

The chicken flapped its wings crazily in pain.

In order to prevent blood from spraying onto her body, Xia Yi had no choice but to let go.

The moment the chicken landed, it firmly dragged its neck, which was half broken, and started to flop around the yard.

Thus, a man and a chicken engaged in an intense chase in the courtyard. It seemed both funny and sad.

When she was walking in front of Xiao Linmu, Xia Yi stopped. She touched the chicken blood on her face that had just splashed onto her face and said resentfully: "Help me."

Xiao Linmu raised his eyebrows, "Impossible."

"Oh, forget it then. At worst, I'll just stop cooking fried chicken in the future." Xia Yi said indifferently, then picked up her blade and chased after the chicken.

Despite having lost so much blood, the chicken seemed to have become more spirited and started running even faster.

"Give me the knife." Xia Yi had only taken two steps when she heard Xiao Linmu's voice from behind him.

Xia Yi secretly smiled and handed the blade over to Xiao Linmu.

After Xiao Linmu received the kitchen knife, he casually threw it away.

The sound of the chicken stopped. Xia Yi looked back and saw that the kitchen knife had hit the head of the chicken and its head had already separated from the chicken's body. The chicken's body was lying there in a daze.

Xia Yi could not help but give Xiao Linmu a thumbs up, "With your skills, it's a pity not to kill the chickens."

Xiao Linmu frowned: "This is my last time."

"Awesome." Xia Yi said happily, she did not take Xiao Linmu's words to heart.

After all, he said earlier that it was impossible to help Xia Yi kill chickens.

This sort of thing, it would happen countless times if it happened the first time …

Xia Yi cleaned up the courtyard quickly and then headed to the kitchen.

Pull, cut, marinate, wrap...

After a series of movements, the oil started to heat up.

Not long after the chicken came in, the color became golden and the fragrance drifted out.

Just then, Leng Qianjue walked in.

He had picked his way here while pinching his food, and happened to see Xia Yi scooping up the chicken pieces that he had just fried. I was wondering why there was a smell of blood in the courtyard. When I first entered the courtyard, I thought that something was wrong. "

As an assassin, Leng Qianjue was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood.

Even though Xia Yi had already cleaned up the bloodstains on the ground, the smell of blood still pervaded the air and it was not easy to cover up.

As soon as Leng Qianjue entered the courtyard, he smelled the extremely light smell of blood. He ran to Xiao Linmu's room to confirm that Xiao Linmu was alright before coming to the kitchen.

"Yes, fried chicken." Xia Yi said, "Uncle Leng, why didn't you come earlier? The job of killing chickens is really... "

Leng Qianjue laughed, "Next time you have work like this, you have to tell me in advance. Killing a chicken to make the yard full of blood, little Xia Yi, you are the first. I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking and not know how to kill chickens. "

Xia Yi was depressed, all the chickens and fishes that she had bought before were basically all killed and dealt with, she did not need to do it herself.

Even if they bought live ones, they would still have the business of killing on the spot.

"Uncle Leng, cooking is cooking, killing chickens is killing chickens …"

Leng Qianjue thought for a bit, then nodded his head in agreement, "That's true, there doesn't seem to be any connection between the two of them, the chefs in the restaurant definitely don't need to kill the chickens themselves, our Little Xia Yi's culinary skills are not worse than theirs."

"Oh right, what happened to young master today? "Why do I feel like there's something wrong with him …" Leng Qianjue asked curiously.

When he went to ask Xiao Linmu what was going on in the courtyard, Xiao Linmu only glanced at him, and did not pay any attention to him.

If he didn't see wrongly, that glance Xiao Linmu shot was filled with deep resentment.

Xia Yi thought for a while and replied, "It's possible... Was it because of the chicken? "

"Kill chickens? You said that Young Master killed chickens? " Leng Qianjue asked in disbelief.

Xiao Linmu can actually kill chickens! If Xia Yi had not said this out loud, Leng Qianjue would have thought that he was joking.

"Yeah, he even specially went back to change after killing the chicken." Xia Yi said.

"No wonder …" Leng Qianjue heaved a long sigh, thinking that this matter was already over.

However, he still thought too little.

When Leng Qianjue started to eat, as long as he brought the chopsticks to the fried chicken, he would definitely be intercepted by Xiao Linmu's chopsticks.

After trying several times but not touching the fried chicken, Leng Qianjue finally knew that Xiao Linmu was targeting him.

Leng Qianjue secretly blinked at Xia Yi, wanting to ask him if he knew the reason.

Xia Yi also shook her head with a puzzled look.

Helpless, Leng Qianjue could only ask for himself.

"Young master, let me point out what I'm doing to you. You still need to eat …"

Leng Qianjue said as he quietly extended his chopsticks towards the fried chicken.

Leng Qianjue was even more determined to cut him off halfway, "If you want to eat, then do it yourself."

"…" So it was because of the matter of killing the chicken …

"I'll keep it with you this time. Can you make it up to you next time?"

"No." Xiao Linmu rejected him righteously.

Leng Qianjue silently put down his chopsticks. He knew that he wouldn't be able to think of eating a good meal today …