Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

"Tell me again, what do you mean by your master giving you three chickens? Do you think I believe it?"

Jingzhi scratched his ears and stared at Liang Zan who was waving his hands frantically in front of him with dead fish eyes.

"Yes, it's true. There's also a big piece of pork. I'm not lying!"

Liang Zan felt that he was about to die unjustly. When he came back from practicing martial arts in the morning, it was clearly his sister who tied three chickens and a large piece of pork to him with a rope. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the yard, he was blocked by Jingzhi in the kitchen and questioned.

Jingzhi glanced sideways at the three chickens still thrashing about in the yard, then at the nearly half-eaten pig on the stove, then back at Liang Zan:

"You know your master's character better than I do. Last time, you ate a chicken from him and he came to our door, not to mention this half-baked pig... Tell the truth! Did your sister give it to you herself? If so, return it to her, or she'll be scolded to death by her father later!"

Jingzhi was pointing at Liang Zan's nose and cursing when suddenly half of a head slowly popped out from the side of the kitchen door.

"Oh my god! You scared me! What are you doing, sister?"

The girl opened her big round eyes, which looked very much like her father's, and looked at Jingzhi who was walking towards her, and suddenly her face turned red again.

She handed the basket in her hand to Jingzhi:

"Here, my father asked me to bring it here."

Jingzhi almost opened her eyes wide to look at the basket full of chicken and duck eggs. After a while, she looked up at her sister in disbelief:

"Did your father really say that?"

The girl frowned slightly, but nodded seriously and said:

"He said he was going to Foshan and probably wouldn't be back anytime soon. It's unrealistic to ask someone else to take care of him, so I just gave him to you, saying it's for your health."

After hearing this, Jingzhi opened his mouth wide and froze in place.

Are these words definitely from the mouth of that stingy Uncle Hua Bao???

She remembered that her sister said last time that her father gave Erdi two eggs to nourish her body.

Just when she was about to get nervous, a male voice with an unpleasant accent suddenly appeared at the kitchen door.

"If you don't shut your mouth, a fly might fly in. Tsk, am I such a stingy person? Really."

Huabao walked in with a big belly and stuffed several large bags of things into her arms.

She lowered her head to look at the thing in her arms, then stiffened her neck and looked up at Hua Bao who was rolling his eyes at her and asked: "Uncle Hua Bao, what is this?"

Hua Bao put his hands behind his back, glanced at her, and exhaled through his nose:

"Hmph! The ones on top are medicine for sissies, and the red paper on the bottom is medicine for you. I'm not the kind of person who does things halfway."

Jingzhi gave a wry smile, and gently placed the things in her hand on the stove. Then she ran to Huabao and gave him a back massage, while she said with wide eyes:

"Is my Uncle Hua Bao that kind of person? You are the most generous, the most chivalrous, and the best painter! Come, sit inside, I'll make you some tea!"

As she spoke, she pulled Hua Bao's sleeve and was about to walk into the house. Before she took a few steps, Hua Bao brushed her sleeve away.

I saw the corners of his mouth were about to curl up, but he suddenly coughed twice and held it back, then put his hands behind his back and said:

"I'm busy. I have a pig to slaughter, so I won't go in."

As he spoke, he looked into the empty hall and asked doubtfully:

"Could it be that Sissy is still unconscious and hasn't woken up yet?! That's not possible."

Jingzhi's face suddenly turned red. She pinched the corner of her clothes awkwardly and said with her head down:

"I woke up in the middle of the night. I just went to bed in the early morning, so I haven't woken up yet."

I stared at her like a stalker last night, how could I not be sleepy?

Hua Bao glanced at her awkward expression without leaving any trace, and suddenly leaned close to her ear and asked:

"You two... have reconciled?"

This sentence was like a switch. Jingzhi suddenly walked towards the yard with his neck straight, grabbed a chicken by the neck, and dragged the remaining two behind him. He stood stiffly, not knowing which direction to turn, and said:

"I, I'm going to kill the chicken."

Hua Bao was happy. His smile was a little teasing, but more of it was relief.

At this moment, a hint of teasing suddenly flashed in his eyes:

"I'm right here, why are you talking to the wall?"

Jingzhi held her head down, squeezing the chicken in her hand until her eyes rolled back. She cleared her throat:

"I, no, I, I'm a little busy. Uncle Hua Bao, please go and don't see me off. I'll go, I'll go boil some water!"

After saying that, she rushed into the kitchen with somewhat messy steps but extremely fast.

Hua Bao put his hands behind his back, smiling cunningly, but a little tear suddenly appeared in his eyes. He took a deep breath, and the tear quickly disappeared. Then he called out to the girl who was still looking in from the kitchen door:

"What are you looking at? Come back with me. I'm busy these days. Don't come here all the time if you have nothing to do."

As he spoke, he glared at Liang Zan who came out of the kitchen door.

He inexplicably felt that this boy... seemed to be smiling at him too enthusiastically.

"What are you laughing at?! Why don't you go help Jingzhi kill the chicken? Sister, let's go!"

Unable to figure it out, he pulled his blushing sister and strode out of the yard.

"Stop looking and help me grab the chicken wings! I'll make you something delicious today!"

Jingzhi sharpened the knife so hard that it made a swish sound. Every time it made a swish sound, the three chickens on the ground would shrink their necks. Finally, they even hid their heads in the feathers on their chests and abdomens and trembled.

She took a look and picked the fattest one. Quickly, she grabbed the chicken by its two feet and lifted it upside down.

"Don't be afraid, little chicken. You are a dish of the Yang family. Come back next year!"

……

The chicken died in a flash.

At noon, on the eight-immortal table that Liang Zan had polished to a shine, there was a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a large bowl of braised pork, and a large pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms, which made Liang Zan drool.

"Snapped!"

Jingzhi waved away his hand that was about to steal food and glared at him:

"Erdi will be here soon, why are you in such a hurry?"

After saying that, she carefully filled a bowl of chicken soup, skimmed off the oil foam on it, then picked up a chicken leg and placed it next to her.

Liang Zan stared blankly at her usual behavior, then suddenly leaned closer to Da Lian and asked:

"Are you going to forgive him?"

Jingzhi handed him another bowl of chicken soup which also contained a chicken drumstick and a few pieces of chicken, and said calmly:

"Just pretend it never happened."

Liang Zan lowered his gaze and suddenly chuckled:

"Master's wife, you are so kind to me!"

"...Tsk, I'm not your master's wife. I'll go get him to eat."

She rubbed her slightly red earlobe and walked towards Erdi's door.

Liang Zan looked at the bowl of chicken soup in his hand, which was also without a trace of oil foam, and his eyes could not help but turn red. He said in a muffled voice to Jingzhi's back:

"Brother Di is still my master... and you are also my master's wife!"

"...You can yell if you want."

……

"Erdi? Are you awake?"

Jingzhi gently opened the door and sneaked her head in.

The next second, a dark shadow approached quickly, and then the lips felt cold.

When she came to her senses, Erdi had already stood up and was getting dressed.

She lowered her voice and roared:

"Liang Zan is only three meters away from me, what are you doing?"

After Erdi buttoned the last button on her neck, she suddenly leaned over, lifted her chin, and gave her a light kiss on the forehead.

After a good sleep, the redness of his walnut eyes had diminished a lot, and now there was still some redness at the corners of his eyes. At this moment, his eyes were sparkling with water, and the red color made him more charming like a demon, which made Jingzhi stunned.

"Haven't you seen enough? Let's go out for dinner."

Jingzhi suddenly straightened up and spoke bluntly:

"You didn't rinse your mouth or wash your face."

Looking at the man who was ruining the atmosphere, the gentleness on Erdi's face froze for a moment, and then he slowly walked out and said as if nothing had happened:

"Wash after you finish eating."

Jingzhi glanced at his face and suddenly said:

"You have eye boogers."

Erdi choked, her face, which had been somewhat rosy, suddenly darkened, and she pursed her lips again.

"Practice calligraphy in the afternoon."

After that, he went out to wash his face.

Seeing him walk away, Jingzhi finally reacted and quickly followed him, muttering:

"You can't do this! I've been busy all morning and I'm exhausted. Can you please not write? We just made up, and you do this to me, you do this to me, I..."

Erdi gracefully wiped the eye mucus from the corners of her eyes with a damp cloth, then gently wiped her face clean. She even shaved in front of the mirror. Then she turned around, tapped her forehead and said:

"I'm like this...what do you want~"

Jingzhi pinched the index finger on his forehead, glared at him and said:

"Don't talk to me in that operatic voice."

As she said this, her ears turned red again.

Erdi's fingertips touched her soft palm, sometimes even scratching the raised scars on her palm. He frowned and stopped teasing her. His voice was low and tinged with pity:

"I'll find the best scar cream for you."

Jingzhi opened her palm and looked at it. Suddenly she cried out in pain, holding her wrist and said pitifully:

"My hands hurt. I can't write."

“…………Don’t try to be lazy.”

"...Tsk, I won't wait for you anymore, I'm going to eat."

……