Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

Zhao Zhizhi's heart beat faster suddenly. She turned around and ran into Wei Shao's increasingly deep eyes. She suddenly calmed down.

After a moment, she smiled and breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "You are right. What I am worried about has not happened yet. Thinking about it so much is just adding trouble to yourself and has no practical effect. It is better to enjoy it in time."

After saying that, her face glowed again and she said excitedly:

"I'll go to the woodshed to check on their progress. You pull the table into the yard. We're going to have a good celebration today."

Wei Shao looked at her jumping figure, smiled and shook his head.

However, when Zhao Zhizhi walked to the door of the woodshed humming a tune and looked inside, the smile on his face froze.

The delicious meal she imagined suddenly turned into bubbles and disappeared into the wind.

The reality was that the Zhao family's father and brother had turned a good firewood shed into a battlefield. Rice and noodles were scattered everywhere, pots and pans were placed everywhere, and Zhao Zhizhi had no time to get in even if he wanted to go in.

She took a deep breath, hoping to control her increasingly irritable mood, but as a result, an extremely weird smell penetrated directly into her nose.

The taste is simply not too sour.

At this moment, Zhao Zhizhi felt that all his good temper had been exhausted.

She turned around and walked out of the woodshed, took a deep breath of fresh air in the yard, and then strode back to the woodshed with a heroic spirit.

Finally, Zhao Zhizhi saw the masterpieces of his father and brother.

A plate of dark dishes that look like coal, and a plate of green, sticky noodles?

Zhao Zhizhi's eyelids twitched again and again, and he really couldn't recognize what it was.

The four fathers and brothers of the Zhao family were still concentrating on the things at hand and did not even realize that Zhao Zhizhi had come to the woodshed.

Father Zhao was chopping something with a knife. The chop was huge. No wonder they didn't hear anyone coming to the woodshed.

Zhao Zhizhi came directly behind the three brothers of the Zhao family. She didn't care that there was nothing wrong with her. When she saw her, her whole body exploded.

Wei Shao was adjusting the direction of the tables and chairs in the yard, when Zhao Zhizhi's roar erupted from the woodshed:

"You guys, all get out of here."

Wei Shao was stunned. Before he realized what happened, the Zhao family's father and brother walked out of the woodshed dejectedly.

Wei Shao was shocked for a moment when he saw their disgraced faces. Finally, after connecting Zhao Zhizhi's roar just now with their current appearance, he immediately turned around and secretly adjusted his emotions.

But you can't laugh out loud in front of the Zhao family's father and brother, otherwise these people will have to shout and compete with him again.

It wasn't that he was afraid of them, but they were Zhao Zhizhi's family after all, which meant that Wei Shao couldn't let go and spar with them.

It is really difficult to maintain a moderate degree!

After Zhao Zhizhi drove Zhao's father and brother out, he stayed to clean up the woodshed.

She glanced around with a headache and couldn't help but cursed in a low voice: "I really owe you in my previous life."

Then, she rolled up her sleeves and tidied up the woodshed as quickly as possible. Although it was not clean at first, she finally had a place to stay.

Anyway, I have to cook later, so I’ll clean up thoroughly after dinner.

It was definitely impossible to count on them, so Zhao Zhizhi began to look for useful ingredients in the kitchen.

The sky had darkened, the moon was looming, and it was not very clear yet. She had to prepare this meal as soon as possible.

Including her, there are six people in total, which means at least eight dishes must be cooked.

Zhao Zhizhi glanced at the fat duck that had been plucked by the three Zhao brothers and was lying on the ground, not knowing whether it was alive or dead.

I decided to make some duck soup first, just in time to give them some food.

Zhao Zhizhi lifted the duck up with some disgust, and carefully shaved off all the remaining fur on its body with a knife.

Then, she pressed the duck on the table and muttered: "Amitabha, brother duck, don't blame me for killing you. This year you are just a dish in the mortal world. Now that you are gone, you may be able to have a good pregnancy next year."

After saying that, she dropped the knife, and the duck's neck also fell to the ground.

This duck has real stamina. As soon as its head falls off, blood spurts out from the gap.

Zhao Zhizhi quickly took a bowl to catch the duck's blood, and it took two full bowls before the blood was almost gone.

Zhao Zhizhi put some salt into the duck blood, stirred it with simple chopsticks made of firewood for a while and put it aside.

The remaining duck's body was disemboweled again, its internal organs were taken out, and then it began to be chopped into chunks of meat.

The condiments at home are not complete, but fortunately there are several important condiments.

She put the chopped duck meat into the water and washed it, then put it into the pot, put the ingredients in, squatted down and fanned the fire to high, and let the duck soup simmer slowly to get the flavor.

There was one pot left idle, so Zhao Zhizhi used another pot to cook a whole pot of hot rice.

The woodshed was very busy, and several people in the yard were so idle that their bodies grew hairy.

The key is that if the grown men have something to talk about, it would be fine if they drank some wine, and then they can brag as much as possible.

But now that Zhao Zhizhi is busy in the woodshed, they don't dare to drink secretly.

I don’t know how long they’ve been walking, but Zhao Zhizhi’s clear voice came to the yard, “You guys, come here and get the bowls, the meal is ready.”

Father Zhao stood up first and walked directly towards the woodshed without saying a word.

The three Zhao brothers followed closely behind, but Wei Shao was a few steps behind them.

As soon as they walked to the door of the woodshed, they smelled a strong fragrance, and several of them swallowed in unison.

Even Wei Shao, who had eaten delicacies from the mountains and seas, was a little dazed by the aroma of the food in the woodshed.

"Zhizhi, what have you done? This is so delicious."

Zhao Ermu was so greedy that he stared at the large basin of fresh duck soup next to Zhao Zhizhi and refused to leave.

"Zhizhi, when did you make the rice so delicious? How come we didn't know about it?"

Zhao Yimu questioned blankly.

Zhao Zhizhi: "..." This is a good question. She has to think about how to frustrate them.

After thinking about it, Zhao Zhizhi raised a finger, smiled slightly, and said mysteriously: "This matter is a long story."

Zhao Ermu urged: "Then you should keep your story short."

He really couldn't stand it anymore. These dishes were so fragrant that he couldn't eat them just by looking at them. It was really painful.

Zhao Zhizhi glanced at Wei Shao who was standing behind them, saw the fondness in his eyes, cleared his throat, and looked away uncomfortably.

Then, she said calmly: "I learned how to make these dishes in my dreams."

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings became strangely calm.

Zhao Zhizhi continued unhurriedly: "I know what I said is too ridiculous for you. Whether you believe it or not, I have learned it."