The neighbor is a yin and yang eye

Jiang Yingyu was taken aback when he heard his words, what do you mean?

"You're kidding me!" Can't kill?What are you talking about with him!

An Sheng didn't care whether he believed it or not, and handed him the chicken, "Take it."

After receiving the chicken, Jiang Yingyu realized that the chicken is not easy to handle. The two chicken feet are very strong. If you don't pay attention to one of them, the chicken may immediately let go of its feet and disappear.

"What are you doing!" Jiang Yingyu, holding the chicken paw and not daring to move, watched An Sheng turn around and enter the room, and came out with something in his hand after a while.

Red leather apron.

"Why, you gave it to me?" Jiang Yingyu looked at the apron with a wrinkled face as he could guess, "Don't! Make me look like a butcher."

An Sheng shook the leather apron to shake off the dust on it, "Then don't blame me if you get splashed with blood later on."

Ugh!

"Okay, okay, put it on for me." Jiang Yingyu was very helpless, and the butcher was the butcher.

An Sheng walked up to Jiang Yingyu, put a wrap around his neck, and then down to his waist, "Raise your hands a little bit."

Jiang Yingyu carried the chicken in one hand, and held nothing in the other. He raised both hands, and the chicken thumped twice in fright.

"Hold tight, I'll kill you to eat when the chicken is gone." An Sheng walked around behind him and tied the belt on him, then walked aside and picked up the knife.

Jiang Yingyu clicked his tongue and asked him, "How do I kill this, I have never killed it before."

"Give me the chicken." An Sheng handed him the knife, and then took the handed chicken and grabbed it.

"You can't even kill a chicken," An Sheng muttered in a low voice, pinching the chicken's paw with one hand, and pinching the chicken's neck and wings together with the other, and said to Jiang Yingyu, "Here, pluck its hair, and then the knife will kill it." Cut it from here, by the way, the bowl is over there, you can take it here and catch the chicken blood later."

"Oh," Jiang Yingyu brought the bowl over and looked at the chicken with a knife, "Hiss...I want to pluck its hair, will it hurt so much, just struggle..."

"It will definitely hurt, but the hot water has already been put there, if you get tired of it, the water will be cold in a while," An Sheng said, "Hurry up, pluck the hair."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Yingyu felt a little upset. After taking a breath, he stretched out his hand to pluck the chicken's neck.

"Okay, okay, I didn't say pull them all out, the neck of this chicken is bald." An Sheng pinched the struggling old hen tightly.

He has never seen anyone who can pluck a chicken so loudly.

"..." Jiang Yingyu stopped, and cursed inwardly, the matter was pressing.

He took the knife and gestured at the already bare neck of the chicken, and when he was about to cut it off, An Sheng was in trouble again.

"Wait a minute," An Sheng said, "I forgot I have something to say to the chicken."

Ok?

Jiang Yingyu looked at An Sheng like a fool: I'm afraid you have a hammer in your head!

An Sheng looked at the chicken in his hand, opened his mouth and came, "Chicken, don't blame you, you are a dish in the world, go early this year, and come early next year..."

"Pfft..." Jiang Yingyu turned around with the knife in his hand, and couldn't bear it anymore, "Hahahahaha...I hahaha fuck..."

An Sheng shook the chicken, and said to him, "Have you laughed enough, hurry up."

Jiang Yingyu laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, and turned around with a knife in his shaking hand.

Seeing him like this, An Sheng could only say, "The water will be cold soon, brother!"

Jiang Yingyu finally had enough of laughing, stood up straight, cleared his throat, squinted his eyes and pointed the knife at the chicken's neck.

As soon as it slid open, the chicken struggled violently. An Sheng held the chicken down, and stuck out his tongue against the left cheek that had just been whipped by the chicken wings.

"Use a little force, give it, and give you a good time too, okay?" An Sheng looked at the whitened chicken skin and felt pain.

"Didn't you grasp the strength just now, success!" Jiang Yingyu changed his posture again and exerted force with his hands.

呲......

"Hey! Bowl, quickly take the bowl and continue..." Seeing the chicken blood gushing out from the chicken's neck, An Sheng shouted hurriedly.

"Oh, oh, right away." Taking the bowl, Jiang Yingyu reached for the chicken's neck.

"Low, it's too high for you..." An Sheng said.

Seeing that the blood was almost drained, Jiang Yingyu took the bowl away and looked at himself, sure enough, he was already splashed all over.

"This chicken blood...do you want to eat it?" Jiang Yingyu asked after putting down the knife and bowl.

An Sheng walked towards the large aluminum basin while carrying the motionless chicken.

"Don't eat."

"Then what are you doing with this thing?" Jiang Yingyu watched as An Sheng put the chicken in the hot water that was no longer very hot.

An Sheng picked up the kettle with hot water next to it, and poured it on the chicken.

"Aren't you going to make a whole yard of chicken blood?" An Sheng asked him while pouring water, "Who will clean it then?"

"That's right..." Jiang Yingyu just nodded, and took a step back the next moment.

I saw that within 2 minutes of pouring the hot water, the chicken, which was motionless, suddenly started to move. Before the two of them could react, it flapped its wings and tilted its head... from the basin... !up!

"...this chicken," Jiang Yingyu couldn't regain his senses for a long time, "it's awesome!"

"Dog! Force!" An Sheng shook his hand holding the kettle, almost scalding himself, turned to look at Jiang Yingyu, "What kind of chicken are you killing!"

Jiang Yingyu was taken aback, "Maybe... your water is a little too hot."

Nonsense!

An Sheng put down the kettle, looked at the crooked-necked chicken running happily in front of him, and shouted at Jiang Yingyu, "Why are you still standing there! Catch the chicken!"

Jiang Yingyu came back to his senses and hurriedly followed.

The chicken was running around with its head on one side, and couldn't fly because its wings and everything were soaked, but it was jumping like crazy.

People passing by saw the two chasing the chicken and ran around, pointing at the two and laughing.

The two chased for a while and changed their tactics, changing to one in front and one behind, attacking from both sides, oh no, chicken!

Finally, the chicken who had nowhere to hide might also be tired. After struggling for a while, An Sheng pinched it in his hands.

"Fuck! Run, it's you, go on the waves! Damn you," An Sheng pinched the wings of the chicken and walked slowly towards home with the chicken in his hands.

Jiang Yingyu also followed behind panting, he scratched the wet chicken feathers on top of his head, glanced at it and threw it on the ground.

This chicken must have taken stimulants!

Back in the yard, An Sheng was blanching the chicken calmly, but this time he didn't see it making a fuss, it was quiet and well-behaved.

"Maybe I cut it crookedly," Jiang Yingyu said, walking to the side and looking at the motionless chicken.

An Sheng nodded, "There is no other possibility."

Hiss... this man...

Jiang Yingyu rolled his eyes and took off his leather apron.

"Okay, it's time to pluck the hair." An Sheng said after finally blanching the chicken.

Before Jiang Yingyu could put down the hand holding the apron, "What?"

An Sheng was squatting and pulling the chicken wings with both hands at the moment, looking up at him, "If you don't pull out the feathers, why don't you eat chicken feathers?"

Throwing the apron in his hand onto the stool, he still squatted down and began to pull it out with both hands.

Finally plucked all the feathers from the chicken, Jiang Yingyu put his hand under his nose and smelled it, "Fuck, this smell..."

"There's soap over there, you can wash it casually to get rid of the smell." An Sheng said this to him as he carried the chicken to the house.

Seeing people passing by like this, Jiang Yingyu walked to the side of the small water wheel, and saw that there was indeed a small piece of soap in the bamboo box below, but he was taken aback when he held it.

Is this just washing with water in a water truck?Or wash it in the freshly blanched chicken?

If you wash here, you won't be beaten to death by An Sheng!But washing in that basin, isn't it still the same smell?

At this moment An Sheng came out, he looked at Jiang Yingyu who was standing by the waterwheel, and yelled at him, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yingyu turned around and saw that An Sheng was empty-handed, the chicken had disappeared, and the apron had been taken off.

"handwashing……"

"Are you fucking washing here?" An Sheng hurriedly walked to the side to see if the water here was still clear.

Jiang Yingyu yelled while holding the soap, "I'm fucking thinking about this, I haven't had time to waste this water!"

What an idiot!

Killing a chicken today really killed all the anger!

An Sheng turned his face and glanced at him, "Oh."

"Oh?" Jiang Yingyu laughed angrily, "You wronged me and that's it?"

An Sheng looked at him, "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"You fucking talk normally." Goosebumps almost came out from An Sheng's goosebumps.

to make!

An Sheng coughed twice, "Stop making trouble, hurry up, come in and help."

It's almost ten o'clock.

When the two of them entered the room, that boy Xiang Heng was gnawing on a bone, old bacon.

Tiedan was also lying on the side and chewing.

"Hey! These two..." An Sheng smiled and saw the old lady coming out wiping her hands.

"Grandma, take a break. If there is anything you haven't done, just tell me, Yinger and I will do it." An Sheng stepped forward and said to the old lady.

Jiang Yingyu felt goose bumps all over his body when he heard him call that.

so rude!

Isn't it two months younger than him, yelling after grandma.

The old lady smiled, looked at the two of them and said, "That's fine too, you guys mess with the beans, and we'll cook in a while."

The old lady went in and brought out two bags, which were quite full.

"Hey! An Cheng, go and watch from the back, I'm busy cooking here!" An Li held a spoon out of the kitchen and looked at An Sheng, "Take it to the back and make it!"

"Okay," An Sheng replied, and Jiang Yingyu and Jiang Yingyu walked to the cash register of the supermarket with each of them carrying a bag.

Putting down the bag, Jiang Yingyu looked at the supermarket, a little surprised.

This is his first time coming in, and he doesn't know how big the supermarket is yet.

Although the overall look is actually not big, there are a lot of things inside, and the daily necessities are basically enough.

"Hey! You do it first, I'll get two bowls to fill." An Sheng left after saying a word.

Jiang Yingyu opened the bag, glanced at the only stool, and thought about squatting.

Too high, not easy to operate.

He picked up one to observe. This is...mung bean?This must be peeled off, thinking so, Jiang Yingyu peeled it off, and took out the beans inside.

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