Meng Yan's Transformation

As Yunqing spoke, she struggled to break free from Mengyan's hand, and because she used too much force, she staggered.

"Mom, mom, slow down!"

Zhan Yingying was quick to act and supported Yunqing with one hand.

"Sister Yingying, put your knife down and stay away from us! You sharpened it so well, if you accidentally hit someone, they'll be in trouble. It's New Year's Day, no one wants to get into a bloody disaster."

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, her eyes were fixed on the knife in Zhan Yingying's hand.

Yunqing pointed at the knife in Zhan Yingying's hand and urged her to put it down.

"Okay, okay! Mother, I won't hold a knife when you're around. So go back to the house. I have to gut these chickens and clean them up."

As Zhan Yingying spoke, she put down the knife in her hand and gently pushed Yunqing back into the house.

"Zhan Mengyan, don't just stand there. Come back to my room with me and help me grind the ink. We're going to write Spring Festival couplets. Your father went to buy red paper and will be back soon."

As Yunqing spoke, she waved to Zhan Mengyan.

Zhan Mengyan hesitated for a moment, quickly carried the chicken coop to the yard, and then returned to the house.

"Mom, let me grind the ink for you."

While Zhan Mengyan was talking, she poured water into the inkstone and listened to the movements in the kitchen from time to time.

"Zhan Mengyan, you can't do two things at once. You're grinding ink with your hands, but your mind is thinking about your big rooster. Forget it, I don't need you to grind ink anymore. Go to the kitchen and help your sister Yingying. Give her some help, like plucking the chicken feathers or something."

As Yunqing spoke, she waved to Zhan Mengyan.

Zhan Mengyan felt as if she had been pardoned and ran to the kitchen, next to Zhan Yingying.

"Sister Yingying, let me help you. Can you see what I can do?"

When Zhan Mengyan spoke, her face was full of smiles and a flattering expression.

"Ah, help's here! Okay, scald the chicken, pluck the feathers, and gut it. Don't throw away the intestines. Pour out the feces and clean them. Save them for making spicy sausages. Also, clean the feces from the gizzards. Save the cleaned gizzards for salt-baked gizzards..."

As Zhan Yingying spoke, she pried open the fascia in the chicken gizzard and kicked a dead chicken at Zhan Mengyan's feet.

Zhan Mengyan listened to Zhan Yingying's instructions, bent down to pick up a dead chicken, put it in the basin, and poured the boiling water in the pot on the dead chicken.

A special smell of fishy smell mixed with heat was quickly released - the chicken skin that had just come into contact with the boiling water contracted instantly, the pores dilated, and a fishy smell with animal fat was steamed up, mixed with the burnt smell of remaining feathers, and intertwined with the smell of blood.

Zhan Mengyan suddenly felt nauseous. She covered her nose and turned her head to catch a glimpse of chicken feces and blood in the trash basket.

Zhan Mengyan vomited violently, as if her internal organs were about to pour out. Her face was as pale as paper, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and the waves of nausea made it almost impossible for her to stand. She staggered to the courtyard, squatted down, and covered her chest tightly with both hands, trying to ease the unspeakable pain. She covered her mouth, but could not bear the strong feeling of nausea. A "vomit" sound came from her throat, and her body leaned forward. The contents of her stomach seemed to be pushed by a huge force, beating restlessly. A powerful force spread from her stomach, and the food in her stomach broke through her throat. Vomit gushed out, accompanied by the pungent smell of stomach acid. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and her face became even paler. Her body seemed to be hollowed out. She leaned weakly against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm the sudden discomfort.

The sound of vomiting was particularly harsh in the quiet morning. Yunqing, Zhan Yingying, and Zhan Zixun who was reading a book all ran to Zhan Mengyan and cast concerned glances at her.