Chapter 112 The tragedy of killing a chicken, the reverie of the bookstore

When will the lady and Mr. Li come back?

They have been away from the capital for a long time. Myolie misses Miss and Mr. Li so much. It’s definitely not because she wants to eat Mr. Li’s food.

The bun-faced maid sat on the small pavilion, holding her round chin with both hands, staring blankly in a certain direction.

I heard from my wife that this direction is the direction of Lingzhou.

"Myolie, what are you thinking about? You're so lost in thought."

A voice interrupted the little maid's thoughts, and it sounded familiar.

Wait...familiar?

The little maid suddenly reacted, turned her head quickly, and looked in the direction of the sound.

Then, he suddenly jumped up from the stool, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Miss, Mr. Li, you are back!"

That night, the small courtyard where Zhe Junyan and Zhe Liu were staying was very lively. Zhe Liu and Li Miao cooked the food themselves, and the bun-faced maid ate Mr. Li's food again after many days.
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Zhe Junyan was talking about something to Wu Yong. The moment he saw Wu Yong, he expressed great interest in him. Later, after seeing his monster-like strength, he became even more interested.<

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Such people are simply born for the battlefield!

I expressed this idea immediately and at that time.

However, Wu Yong didn't seem to be very interested in it, and he politely refused because he was now the young master's bodyguard.

"Xinyi, how's it going?"

Zheliu came to her daughter's side and touched her shoulder gently.

"What's wrong?"

Zhe Xinyi looked at her mother in confusion.

Zheliu didn't say anything, but looked at Li Miao, who was smiling. Sitting in front of him was the maid with a bun face who was chattering and looking very happy. She didn't know what interesting things she was talking about.

Xiuhe, on the other hand, sat aside and listened, adding a word or two from time to time.

When we got here, Zhe Xinyi still didn’t understand what her mother meant.

This should be the completion of mother’s ‘explanation’, right?

Holding hands, sleeping in the same bed, even kissing...

Thinking of this, Zhe Xinyi's pretty face couldn't help but start to feel a little warm.

Seeing her daughter like this, Mrs. Zheliu didn't understand, so she nodded with satisfaction.

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The next day, early morning.

Before dawn, Li Miao had already walked out of the gate of Zhefu lightly as before, jogging along the familiar streets, exhaling every time he breathed along with the rhythm of running.

Cack!

An old hen flapped its wings desperately and flew out of the open window.

Click~~

A graceful woman opened the door from the house and ran out of the house in a hurry, holding a kitchen knife.

When he arrived at Su Rou's house, Li Miao saw exactly this scene.

Li Miao: "..."

After spending a lot of effort and time, Li Miao and Su Rou finally found the old hen that tried to escape.

Then, Li Miao naturally took the kitchen knife from Su Rou's hand and found a little red mark on the back of her hand. It seemed that when she was trying to kill the chicken, she was pecked hard by the chicken, and then she let her mother

The chicken ran away.

"You have to catch the chicken like this so that the chicken can't peck you."

Li Miao first put the kitchen knife on the ground, stepped on the old hen's feet with one foot, grabbed the chicken head with one hand, and pulled out the feathers on the chicken's neck with the other hand, although Su Rou had already pulled it out before

It passed, but the range of hair plucking was a bit too small, so it was not easy to perform the operation.

After doing all this, Li Miao picked up the kitchen knife on the ground again, raised his head, and said to Su Ju: "Miss Su, please help me get a bowl."

So, Su Rou brought a bowl and placed it on the location designated by Li Miao according to Li Miao's instructions.

"Miss Su, help me catch the wings and feet."

In order to prevent the old hen from splattering blood everywhere when it struggled, Li Miao asked Su Rou to help lift the old hen up and grab the base of the chicken wings and both feet of the old hen.

The kitchen knife was pressed against the old hen's neck, and it was slashed hard.

However, there was only a small wound, and very little blood flowed out. After being injured, the old hen struggled even more fiercely, and Su Rou almost couldn't catch it.

Li Miao: "..."

Is this knife too dull?

In desperation, Li Miao had to increase her efforts and finally succeeded.

After bleeding the old hen, Su Rou put the old hen aside and rubbed her tired arms.

At this time, something unexpected happened.

I saw that the already dead old hen suddenly stood up and ran swaying in one direction for a long time, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

Li Miao: "..."

Su Rou: "..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Li Miao coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment. He did not expect that with his rich experience, such an abstract scene would appear one day.

Then, the topic changed.

"Miss Su, are the hot water ready?"

"I'm prepared, Mr. Li. I'll fetch hot water right away."

Su Rou covered her mouth and smiled softly, then fetched a basin of hot water.

After perming and plucking, Li Miao came to the stove with ease and said to Su Ju: "What do you plan to use this old hen for? Stew soup?"

If it is used for stewing soup, you don’t have to chop it all, you can chop it into a slightly larger size.

"Yeah."

Su Rou tapped her head lightly: "Stew soup."

So, Li Miao cut the treated old hen into two and chopped only half of it. While chopping, he subconsciously asked: "Miss Su, what kind of soup are you going to make this morning?"<

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Su Rou didn't answer, and Li Miao couldn't help but stop chopping the chicken and looked at her doubtfully.

I saw that she looked a little nervous.

This can't help but make Li Miao even more confused.

Is there anything wrong with what he just said?

When I was about to ask, I suddenly noticed from the corner of my eye that there were washed red dates, dried ginger, angelica and other things on the other side of the stove.

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These things, old hens, stew soup...

Li Miao probably knew something, no wonder she was a little shy to tell her.

"Ahem..."

Li Miao coughed a few more times, calmly retracted his gaze, and continued his previous actions.

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"That's right."

Li Miao suddenly remembered something and asked Su Rou: "Miss Su, how is your novel going now?"

"Master Li, please wait a moment."

With that said, Su Rou turned around and walked into her boudoir.

Li Miao didn't have to wait too long. She walked out of the boudoir with an extra money bag in her hand, which looked quite generous.

She handed the money bag to Li Miao.

"Miss Su, what is this?"
To be continued...