Chapter 11 Are you... stabbing a chicken coop?

   "Okay, don't be poor." Zhao Lanhua said with a smile, "I learned the skill of rolling noodles from your grandfather. I think your grandfather was an apprentice to the county chef back then!"

   "It's a pity that my grandfather hurt his hand, otherwise..." Zhao Lanhua suddenly felt a little sad, "Okay, let's not mention this, old man, you go and get three eggs!"

   Half an hour later, Zhao Lanhua scooped up all the cooked noodles.

   "The noodles should be eaten while they are hot. If they become lumpy, they will not taste good."

   "Thank you, mother!" Sister-in-law Shen and Sister-in-law Shen said in unison.

  The sharp-eyed Second Sister-in-law Shen caught a glimpse of a bowl of noodles with a fried egg lying on the stove, and asked with a smile, "Mother, is there another bowl for the third brother? How about I send it to the third brother?"

   "No need." Zhao Lanhua shook her head, then took a pair of chopsticks, carried the bowl of noodles and went out.

  Sister-in-law Shen and Second-sister-in-law Shen looked at each other, and they both saw deep confusion in each other's eyes.

  When Zhao Lanhua rushed to the Earth Temple, Ji Zhao had just returned.

   It's just that she looks very embarrassed, with blood all over her body, which looks shocking.

   "You? Are you okay?"

   "Mother?" Ji Zhao, who had just rested against the corner, called out with a smile, "Why are you here?"

   "What's wrong with you? Rolled down the hill again? And your blood?"

   "Mother, don't worry, this is not my blood." Ji Zhao quickly explained, "This is their blood."

  Following the direction of Ji Zhao's finger, Zhao Lanhua leaned against the pheasants piled up beside her, and her eyes widened instantly.

   "Did you... poke a chicken coop?"

   "Mother, it's a long story..." Just as Ji Zhao was about to speak, her physical strength had already been exhausted, and there was an earth-shattering sound from the Wu Zang Temple.

   Zhao Lanhua who came back to her senses quickly handed her the bowl of noodles in her hand.

"This is?"

   "Eat it while it's hot."

   "Thank you, Mom!"

  Ji Zhao blushed with gratitude, took the bowl of noodles, and savored it carefully.

   She cried just eating and eating—

  She just wrote a book review, how did she end up in this situation?

  The more he thought about it, the more he felt wronged, Ji Zhao burst into tears.

  Seeing her like this, Zhao Lanhua couldn't bear it.

   "You...you stop crying..."

   "Hmm..." Ji Zhao hurriedly raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, and quickly finished the bowl of noodles.

   "Thank you mom, this noodles are delicious!"

  Facing her bright smile, Zhao Lanhua couldn't bear to refute her callousness again.

   "How did you find so many pheasants?"

"Mom, you don't know how brutal the pheasant fight scene is!" Ji Zhao said excitedly after recovering a bit of energy, "I originally wanted to go to the mountain to see if I could find some food, but it didn't work." After walking for a long time, I found seven or eight pheasants fighting in a bush! I quietly squatted aside, and when they were tired from fighting, I rushed up to catch them, and I caught them every time!"

  Zhao Lanhua was dumbfounded.

  She and Sister-in-law Osmanthus are also on the mountain today, why didn’t such a good thing happen?

   "Mom, I counted them. There are seven pheasants in total. You can take six of them home. I want to keep one and cook it as a beggar's chicken at night." Ji Zhao scratched his head and smiled naively.

   "Stop scratching your head!" Zhao Lanhua hurriedly stopped, "The bandage on your head is bleeding, you can't scratch it anymore!"

  Ji Zhao obediently put down his hand.

  Seeing her cute expression, Zhao Lanhua's mood became more and more complicated.

   "Forget it, just wait for me for a while."

  Zhao Lanhua left in a hurry, and after a while, she came back with a basket on her back.

She picked up those pheasants into the back basket and explained softly, "Your head injury is still not healed, and you have to see a doctor to take medicine. As for these pheasants, I will find a way to sell them for you, and I will give you the money you get." You cure the disease and grab the medicine."

   "Mother, thank you," Ji Zhao became more and more grateful in his heart, "You are so kind."

  (end of this chapter)