Chapter 120 Feeling guilty and talking about the past

  Lin Jiao replied with a smile, "What else do you want to eat?"

   "Braised pork ribs with radish and fried yam." Chu Kui glanced at Pei Zhen: "Bring him another braised pork."

   "You use this as a restaurant?"

   "I've come all the way with old man Chu, wouldn't it make sense if you didn't treat me well?"

   "Smelly shameless!" Lin Kanglu scolded angrily, but did not stop the juniors who were walking towards the kitchen.

   Pei Zhen tapped him with a cane.

   He raised his chin towards the room next to him: "Aren't you going to take us in for a tour?"

   "Can you walk with this leg?"

   "Why can't you leave?"

   "He's pretending to be lame, don't pay attention to him." Chu Kui picked up the teacup and got up at the same time as them.

   Chu Yuzhou, who was wandering around in the kitchen, came out and found that the person was missing, and said with great interest, "Let's go see the chicken?"

   "Do you want to catch?"

   "I thought about it a bit, I haven't caught it yet." Anything he hasn't done, he has a try mentality.

   Pei Zhi led Lin Jiao and walked in front.

  He found the chicken coop in the backyard, pulled the fence and put him in: "Give you a chance to perform."

   "Which one to catch?"

   "Catch whichever one you fancy."

  Chu Yuzhou looked around and finally picked out a 'lucky chicken' among the dozen chickens.

   He avoided the chicken **** and moved to the right, just as the two claws stretched out, the red chicken fluttered and flew away from him.

   went back and forth several times, without even touching the root hair.

   "You have to walk over quietly." Lin Jiao looked at his clumsy movements and worried for him.

   She lowered her voice so as not to startle the flock: "Catch before it's not paying attention."

  Chu Yuzhou did as she said.

   He walked slowly forward with a cat on his waist, and when he got closer, he suddenly rushed towards it.

Then-

   stumbled on a stone.

   Seeing him swaying to hug the wooden post in front, Lin Jiao held her breath, afraid that he would fall and eat shit.

  Fortunately, he responded quickly and used his strength to stabilize his center of gravity, otherwise he would have really fallen.

   "Scared me to death!" Chu Yuzhou panted, "If I don't catch it, I'll be covered in chicken shit."

   Pei Zhi held back a smile.

   He remembered his embarrassment when he first caught a chicken, and didn't plan to continue watching the play: "I'll help you."

   "I must catch it this time!" Seeing him walking into the chicken pen, Chu Yuzhou also withdrew his hands.

   "I feed it, you follow."

"Row."

   Pei Zhi sprinkled rice all the way, first led it to a corner where it was not easy to escape, and then gave him a look.

   They cooperated tacitly, but in a few breaths they caught the struggling chicken.

   "Is there a knife?" Chu Yuzhou lowered his head and looked at the dust on his body, inevitably killing him.

   "The knife is in the kitchen."

   "I'm going to kill it."

   He rushed forward alone, and when Pei Zhi and the others returned to the kitchen, the chicken was already dead.

  Lin Jiao hurriedly took a basin to pick up the blood.

   She stared at the belly of the red chicken, she had never seen such a strange killing method: "It's still moving."

   "Then I'll make another cut?"

   "You point the knife to its neck."

  Chu Yuzhou wiped it down with a knife.

   He glanced at his head and put down the knife after confirming that it was dead: "What do I do next?"

   "Pulling hair." Lin Jiao told him the steps.

   After Pei Zhi had boiled the water, she put the chicken in the pot and scalded it for two minutes, and then taught him how to pull it out.

   Chu Yuzhou, who has probably learned, will try it out.

   He sat alone on the wooden bench and pulled out one by one at a leisurely pace: "Brother, have you killed chickens before?"

   "Killed."

   "Kill here too?"

   "Hmm." Pei Zhi put on his apron.

   He put the fish on the cutting board, knocked it unconscious with the back of the knife, and then scraped the scales: "Last time I caught it with Yanshen."

   "He must be very skilled, right?"

"indeed."

  Lin Jiao went around behind Pei Zhi, hooked up the apron straps hanging from his waist, and tied it for him.

   She picked up the vegetable bowl and walked to the sink, and together they prepared the ingredients in an orderly manner.

  Chu Yuzhou leaned over to wash his hands: "Who will fry?"

   "Can you fry?"

"Yes."

   "Then you show your hands?" Lin Jiao thought about it and handed him a plate full of yam and fungus.

  Chu Yuzhou rolled up his sleeves.

   In just a moment, a wisp of smoke filled the air, and the smell of oil wafted all over the room.

   Seeing his quick stir fry the yam, Lin Jiao felt relieved and poured the chicken nuggets into another pot.

   They took turns to go into battle, and appeared in the living room with a strong fragrance at the fastest time.

   "Any wine?" Chu Kui wanted to drink.

   He asked in a gentle tone, Lin Kanglu didn't yell at him anymore, turned around and walked to the wine can: "Are you guys drinking?"

   "How many degrees did you brew this?"

   "Fifty or sixty."

  Chu Yuzhou took two cups and took them.

   He sniffed the medicinally-scented wine, and he frowned as soon as he took a sip: "Brother, try it."

   "This wine should be tasted slowly." Chu Kui raised the glass, looking at his wrinkled face and wanted to laugh.

   "Slow food is also spicy."

   "Then you drink liquor."

  Lin Kanglu poured him a glass.

   He greeted them to eat first, and then took up the wine glass after filling his stomach: "Drink less, you have to go back at night."

   "What's the answer?" Pei Zhen sandwiched peanuts: "Old man Chu and I are staying for one night."

   "There is no room for the two of you."

   "Then we will live in your house."

   "Dream!"

   "Yuzhou also stays tonight." Chu Kui made a direct decision: "Anyway, you'll be fine there, drive us tomorrow."

  Chu Yuzhou did not dare to refuse even if he had something to do.

   He put down the wine glass in a daze, and grabbed Pei Zhi next to him: "Come on, let's go out to sober up."

   "You guys drop by and pour some water in the ground."

   "The door is closed."

   "Okay." Lin Jiao guessed that they had something to say, so she closed the door to keep out the sun.

   Seeing the sound of footsteps drifting away, the room fell into a brief silence, and no one spoke for a while.

   The faint sound of the collision between the bowls and chopsticks lingered in his ears. Chu Kui, who couldn't stand the atmosphere, picked up the cup and touched them.

   He took two sips of wine: "I heard old man Pei said that Jiaojiao asked about you and Hongyuan yesterday."

  Lin Kanglu moved his left cheek and chewed peanuts, his eyes turned to Pei Zhen: "What did you say?"

   "Tell me the truth." Pei Zhen paused: "But I didn't mention who those two things belonged to."

   "Why not mention it?"

   "What's there to mention? You treat me as you, because two dead objects have been recorded for fifteen years?"

  Fifteen years ago, in order to support Lin Kanglu's work, he and Chu Kui each took out a family heirloom and handed it over to him for restoration.

   They didn't expect that Lin Hongyuan's **** was confused and sold things behind his back.

  I didn't expect that Chu Kui and his wife's unabashed words made Lin Kanglu hide from them for fifteen years with guilt.

   "Old man Lin." Chu Kui put on his shoulder: "You know what my old woman's temperament is, and she didn't mean it."

   "I don't blame her." Lin Kanglu sighed: "I used to have a bad temper, but I didn't figure it out."

   (end of this chapter)