Author: Koi Yuanbao

The medicinal materials were bought and chickens were delivered.

The owner of the chicken shop did not break his promise. The chickens were the boy chickens Lu Xiling had repeatedly told him to do. However, she had never handled the live chicken in the cage with its full wings and fluttering feathers.

I have encountered such a difficult problem once in my life.

Lu Xiling began to miss modern cold chain transportation again.

"Bean sprouts——"

Lu Xiling opened the bead curtain to move in the reinforcements. It happened that Bean Sprout had just finished taking orders. When he heard that there would be chicken soup and cakes to eat later, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and rushed over.

"Good guy, it's still a young chicken with wings spread like a roc. If this chicken is not slaughtered and eaten, it will be put into a cockfighting ring in the future, and it will definitely win a good price!"

Lu Xiling was not in the mood to make jokes. He got goosebumps all over his body when he saw the raw poultry. This was the aftereffect of being besieged by hordes of hens in his previous life in the countryside.

"Although there are lucky things in this world, we must not be lucky. If we don't get rich, it's better to be down-to-earth."

Douya laughed.

She couldn't understand the words and sentences of Zhongyuan Humanities, but she had good eyesight. When she squatted on the ground and turned around, she happened to see Lu Xiling's trembling calves.

As if she had finally discovered the "flaw" of the lucky beauty, Douya put away her smile and immediately determined to show off her skills in front of others.

First, he opened the cage a little, and then he grabbed the chicken by the neck and lifted it out.

Perhaps he felt the threat of death. The boy's arms were flexed more intensely than before, his sharp mouth was wide open, and his voice was harsh.

When Lu Xiling was young, she learned vocal music from her nanny in the palace. Her voice was good, but when she sang, she would go out of tune. She couldn't go up to the high notes and couldn't get down to the low notes. So her nanny often laughed behind her back, saying that she was like a porcelain when she wasn't singing.

Phoenix, when he opens his mouth, he turns into a screaming chicken.

Now that the real Screaming Chicken was right in front of him, and it was howling with its teeth and claws spread out, Lu Xiling felt mixed emotions in his heart.

"How's it going? I'm great, right?"

Douya pinched the chicken with one hand and her waist with the other, circling in front of Lu Xiling proudly.

Unexpectedly, before Lu Xiling raised his thumb, he heard the other party scream "Ouch".

The chicken immediately broke free from his hand, flapped its wings and almost flew to the top of Lu Xiling's head. Scattered red and white chicken feathers fell on his head.

Douya spat out a mouthful of chicken feathers and bared his teeth: "How dare you bite me! I won't take care of you!"

Chicken Feathers Flying to the Sky is an inspirational story, but Lu Xiling's version has a bit of ironic black humor.

The rooster had very good physical strength and was playful. It flew gorgeously to the stove. As soon as the bean sprouts pounced, the rooster left a feather for her, and in the blink of an eye it flew to the shelf again.

"Watch out for the condiment bottle!"

Douya didn't dare to use all his strength now.

“Be careful not to let the rice bag leak!”

Dou Ya's forehead was sweating slightly.

"Be careful!" Lu Xiling saw the person turning around and looking at him sadly, and reminded in a low voice: "There are fire sticks on the ground, be careful of tripping..."

Douya was panting and humming, his patience had long been exhausted, and now he was ready to capture the enemy with no tricks at all.

Lu Xiling couldn't stand it anymore and came over to help.

The two of them surrounded the stove and attacked the enemy one after another. Douya held a stick in front as a threat, and Lu Xiling rushed towards him holding a bamboo basket.

The first time the attack failed, their heads hit each other and they both sat on the ground.

The rooster landed proudly on the water tank, tilted its head and nodded, looking down at the embarrassed two people.

This time, even Lu Xiling, who was afraid of sharp-beaked animals, couldn't help it. He was just a young chicken, and he couldn't beat him in 2v1!

Not convinced!

When it ran away, they chased it. Fortunately, the kitchen was not big and the door was closed. When the enemy was finally forced into a corner, Douya couldn't get enough of it, so he grabbed the bamboo basket and pounced on it.

The whole person was pressed firmly against it, and now no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fly out of the five-finger mountain of bean sprouts.

Gaining wisdom through every experience, Douya refused to underestimate the enemy again, took the blade from Lu Xiling, and quickly stuffed it in from below.

In an instant, the white knife came in and the red knife came out, and the kitchen suddenly returned to its usual quiet state.

After the battle, Lu Xiling wiped his sweat and had only one thought in his mind: There must be a man in the restaurant from now on.

A fire was lit outside the yard, and the bean sprouts plucked out the chicken feathers like a revenge, and when the fire started, they used tree branches to pierce the defeated men through their chests.

The chicken body was roasted until it was bare, with no fluff left, and then it was handed over to Lu Xiling.

"Cut off the joints and the buttocks of the chicken." Lu Xiling was careful while doing it: "Then stain it with salt."

Dou Ya was so tired that she was sweating profusely. She slumped down on the small bench and watched Lu Xiling's cooking techniques. Her A Ling cooked the dishes carefully, even peeling the ginger pieces and shredding them into shreds.

Seasonings in ancient times were expensive, and so was salt, but the advantage of salt is that there are many categories, such as peach blossom salt, plum blossom salt, well salt, and refined salt. Different categories have different prices.

The price of their salt is moderate, the quality is barely average, and the taste is not salty enough.

Although Lu Xiling was reluctant to part with it, he had to sprinkle more in it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to marinate and wash it thoroughly.

"Wash it inside and out, and prick out the corns, otherwise the taste will be affected."

Dou Ya didn't know whether he heard it or not, so he said in a daze: "A Ling's hands are so soft and tender. It must be very comfortable to press them on people."

She snorted softly: "I didn't expect this beast to be so lucky after death!"

Lu Xiling smiled, this girl really had to retaliate.

Dig with bare hands, astragalus, green onion, ginger, poria, wolfberry... put them all into the chicken belly, put them in a casserole and simmer them over water.

During the rest of the time when the soup was being cooked, Bean Sprout liked to smell the aroma of the chicken soup and refused to go astray and stayed to watch the pot.

Lu Xiling happened to take a break from his busy schedule and flipped through the account books.

This time, I discovered that Douya's abilities are far more than just being a food blogger - the little girl is pretty good at math.

I didn't notice it when I looked before, because the business in the shop is very stable, and the amount of money and number of copies in the account are very simple and clear at a glance.

This time they expanded their business and added cakes and drinks, as well as additional charges and tips...

Lu Xiling stared at the back of the little arithmetic prodigy with a pair of shining eyes. She had just calculated all this? Could it be that the little girl was so smart that she didn't realize it?

"Sister Bean Sprout?"

Beside the hot pot, Bean Sprout turned half of his face sleepily, not sure if it was because he was fragrant or because he was tired.

"Both." Douya swallowed and said, "Just tell me if you have anything to do."

As she spoke, she rubbed her eyes.

Is she hallucinating? Why does it feel like A Ling's smile is as cunning as when she faced Sun Xiangu that day?

The hand clenched behind his back was handed over to him, and Lu Xiling smiled: "I can't figure out this account clearly. Can you take a look?"

Douya took the account book and said: "There are chickens and rabbits in the same cage today. There are thirty-five heads on top and ninety-four legs on the bottom. How many chickens and rabbits are there in each case?"

Ah Ling raised chickens?

Douya raised his head in surprise and met Lu Xiling's sly eyes.

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