Su Wanyan didn't even open his eyes. He pulled the quilt over his head, trying to cover up the crow of the chicken and said, "You asked Sufang to kill the chicken. This noise makes me feel dizzy."
Jiang Liting closed the curtains again and walked quietly to the courtyard. He glanced at the dark sky.
Without asking Qin Sufang to get up and clean up, he quickly wiped the chicken's neck to bleed it. He glanced at the kitchen.
I feel that there are too many things in it. The chicken will flap around and knock things over later, and it will spread blood everywhere. It is better to close the bathroom, because the space is small and easy to take care of.
He threw himself into the bathroom, closed the door, returned to his room and fell asleep again.
It was getting daylight, and Su Wanyan wanted to go to the bathroom. As soon as he opened the bathroom door, the stench hit his face.
In the bathroom, two dead chickens had their heads erect, and the floor was covered with blood and chicken feces left during their death struggle.
Su Wanyan suddenly felt nauseous. She frowned slightly and fanned the tip of her nose. Her breathing was not smooth and she said:
"Why would someone kill a chicken in the bathroom? It's too shabby, let alone the chicken feces staining the bathroom.
The key point is that the bathroom is a place to go to the toilet. Chickens are edible. Who still has an appetite after flopping on the ground for so long? "
The more Su Wanyan looked at it, the angrier she became. She closed the door and couldn't see it, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. It was a pity to throw away two good chickens, but they were disgusting to eat.
Jiang Liting came out of the house in her pajamas, not knowing her mistake at all, and said: "Daughter-in-law, you got up so early, then I will pack up the chicken and stew it for you, and you can drink more soup later."
Su Wanyan's face turned slightly stiff. She guessed from the beginning that he must have done something good. Qin Sufang was usually more particular than her, so it was impossible for her to do this.
She stared at him deeply, her red lips quivering slightly, but unable to make a sound, thinking:
If I bring this up, I'll probably think that I dislike him. If I don't bring it up, how many times will he have to deal with me in such a long life?
Jiang Liting threw the two chickens into the yard, took out the mop and mopped the floor, and asked strangely: "Daughter-in-law, why are you looking at me all the time?"
Su Wanyan was about to speak but stopped: "..."
Forget it, forget it, one more thing is worse than one less thing. It's boring to be serious every day.
She thought carefully, took out the toiletries, and said in frustration: "It's nothing, you can go cook it, and remember to drink more later."
Jiang Liting nodded happily, thinking about cooking for the first time. He was determined to let Su Wanyan praise how delicious it was, and then he ate three big bowls.
He mopped the bathroom clean, made chicken soup and poured a large basin for Su Wanyan to cool, then shouted towards the bedroom:
"Daughter-in-law, get up quickly and drink chicken soup. It looks like an old chicken that is more than three years old. It is very nutritious."
Across the door, Su Wanyan closed her eyes decisively, pretending to be asleep and not drinking the chicken soup she had spent in the bathroom.
However, the next second, Jiang Liting came into the house, shook her and said: "Daughter-in-law, wake up, drink before going to bed, what time is it, and you haven't eaten yet."
Su Wanyan refused:
"No, I'll drink it later when I'm hungry. You can finish your meal quickly and go about your business."
Jiang Liting's lips raised slightly:
"You don't have to worry about me. I'm not busy today, so I won't go to the factory. I'll just be at home with you. You can try the chicken soup I cooked."
Su Wanyan looked hopeless. She was just about to find an excuse to refuse, but Jiang Liting forced her to get up, picked up the basin and wanted to pour it into her mouth, and muttered:
"Try it, hurry up. I've been cooking it for two hours. According to your habit, I even added two wolfberries."
Su Wanyan took a look at the chicken soup. It looked really good, but now it wasn't a question of whether it looked good or not.
As soon as she opened her mouth, looking for an excuse to refuse, he forcefully fed her a spoonful. Her face turned pale and she swallowed it without even tasting the taste.
Jiang Liting said excitedly:
"How is it? Does it taste good?"
Su Wanyan couldn't bear to pour cold water on him, so he nodded fiercely and praised his cooking skills:
"Delicious, very delicious."
Jiang Liting's vanity was satisfied, and the corners of his lips wanted to smile to the sky. He stopped filling her soup and thought happily:
She doesn't know how to cook. Who can't? It depends on whether I am obsessed with her or not, but that stupid man has the nerve to compete with me.
Su Wanyan pinched his throat and finished the drink with difficulty, but Jiang Liting seemed to be so praised by Su Wanyan that he insisted on cooking at noon.
Su Wanyan couldn't do anything about him. In order not to upset her stomach, she watched him cook in person. Her expectation was that it didn't matter whether it was delicious or not, as long as it was hygienic.
However, before Jiang Liting started cooking, she was hit hard.
Jiang Liting only washed the surface layer of the cabbage, then cut the clean meat with a knife that had peeled the roots of the cabbage, and wiped the moisture in the pot with a greasy dishwashing rag.
The eggs were covered with chicken excrement, and they were knocked into the bowl without any care. Then all the vegetable roots, rotten leaves, and egg shells were placed on the stove.
Su Wanyan's scalp was numb and his eyebrows were almost locked together. However, Jiang Liting was still very beautiful and felt that he performed very well.
He worked even harder when cooking. If the meat spilled on the kitchen table, he would grab it with his hands and throw it into the pot. He also said:
"I washed my hands by the way when I was washing the vegetables. My hands were very clean."
Su Wanyan looked at the dirty kitchen table that he had ruined. She exhaled a filthy breath and said in a harsh voice:
"It's okay, you can continue with your work."
Jiang Liting raised his eyebrows and speculated harder and harder.
Su Wanyan last saw him pick up a large spoon and take a sip of soup. After tasting the saltiness and not satisfied with it, he poured the rest back into the pot.
She closed her eyes: Absolute, absolutely amazing. As expected of Zhou Caifeng's own son, he watches me cook every day, and yet he has inherited all her habits.
Jiang Liting added some salt, scooped some with a large spoon and handed it to Su Wanyan, smiling and saying:
"Try this soup again. Is it bland? I have a strong taste and I'm afraid that if I add more salt, you'll find it too salty and stop drinking it."
No matter how good it tastes, I don’t want to drink it anymore.
Su Wanyan pursed her lips tightly to avoid the spoon, but Jiang Liting refused and insisted on her tasting it. She bit the bullet and tasted:
"The salt is just right, but it's a bit too fresh. You have MSG..."
Jiang Liting didn't wait for her to finish what she said next, grinning happily and said: "What do you think? I cooked it very hard, and it was delicious at the time."
Su Wanyan was a little unconfident because of the pain. She glanced at him and said, "You have to put all the bag of MSG in to make it taste more delicious."
Jiang Liting said harshly:
"I just poured a little bit. It's all because of my good cooking skills that I can bring out the delicious flavor of the ingredients."
Su Wanyan learned her lesson and didn't take things seriously with him. When he was cooking the next dish and preparing to stir in the MSG, she thought for a moment and said:
"Eating too much MSG is not good for your health, especially for fetal development."
Jiang Liting threw it on the stove without thinking:
"Our family won't eat this anymore."
Su Wanyan didn't say anything, but when he made two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes and one soup, and wiped the edge of the plate with the greasy rag, she felt numb:
Don’t pay attention to things that should be paid attention to, and you can’t pay attention to things that shouldn’t be paid attention to.
After the meal, Jiang Liting kept picking up vegetables for her and pestering her for comments. Su Wanyan ate hard and praised with a stiff face. Jiang Liting happily said:
"Okay, as you say, from now on, your husband and I will make at least one meal for you every day. Don't worry.
Although I am busy, I have time in the morning to do the morning tasks and in the evening to do the evening tasks. I will definitely do what I say. "
