After the divorce, I trained my dog, and the scumbag father and son knelt down at my door.

"Old man, I advise you to save your energy! Otherwise you'll just make things difficult for yourself." Narrowing her eyes dangerously, Yan Niannian gave Grandma Xiaojun a cold look.

It was just a simple look, but it was incredibly powerful.

It has a chilling aura.

Grandma Xiaojun paused abruptly.

Although Ho Po-lee is vicious, he is a complete coward.

And what son doesn't resemble his mother? So this old lady is just like that.

As fear took hold, the old lady immediately stood there comically, puffing out her beard and glaring with wide eyes.

Although they looked fierce, they dared not take another step.

Yan Niannian didn't care what the other person thought at all. She took the initiative and directly ordered, "I'm hungry. Kill one of the chickens in that coop for me to eat."

"What? You...you want to eat my chicken!"

Grandma Xiaojun's voice was shrill and piercing; he almost jumped up in anger.

Those five hens are her lifeline; she still expects them to lay an egg for her every day.

Even during the Lunar New Year, she couldn't bear to eat one.

This woman... this woman actually wants to eat her chicken right off the bat?

Is she crazy?

"You shameless hussy, why are you so greedy! You're not even worth as much as my chicken, and you still want to eat chicken? Do you even deserve it?" Grandma Xiaojun cursed angrily.

"is it?"

Yan Niannian narrowed her eyes coldly.

She turned her head and her gaze fell on a small axe in the corner of the wall.

Yan Niannian carries the scissors she used to stab He Baoli with her at all times, clipped to her waist.

only……

What's the point of just using thorns?

Thinking of this, Yan Niannian walked straight to the corner of the wall, picked up the small axe and weighed it in her hand.

Ah!

Very substantial.

The blade also looked very sharp, gleaming with a cold light, definitely a handy weapon, and Yan Niannian was very satisfied.

"Old man, are you going to kill me or not?"

As Yan Niannian gripped the axe handle, she slowly and coldly approached the old woman.

"You...you...I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless! Otherwise, my son will definitely not let you off the hook." Grandma Xiaojun's face turned pale, and she subconsciously took a step back.

My heart was in my throat.

I was extremely nervous.

She was really afraid that if Yan Niannian got angry, she would actually use an axe to split her head open.

Fortunately, He Baoli returned at this time.

Xiao Jun was following behind him.

"Son, son! You're finally back!" Upon seeing He Baoli, the old lady rushed towards him as if she had found a lifeline.

She reached out and grabbed his arm.

"This woman not only insulted me, but now she wants to eat our chickens. Son, you have to do something about her!" Grandma Xiaojun wailed.

He Baoli didn't look at him, but looked at Yan Niannian instead.

That delicate and pretty little face was simply too attractive to him.

Every time he watches it, it makes his blood boil.

But then He Baoli noticed the small axe in Yan Niannian's hand, its cold gleam constantly shooting towards his eyes as it swayed.

He Baoli's heart tightened, and his lips twitched. "If she wants to eat it, then kill one!"

"What?" Grandma Xiaojun was dumbfounded.

She looked at He Baoli in disbelief.

Did you hear it correctly?

He really... really made her kill a chicken for that bitch to eat?

Yan Niannian lazily narrowed her eyes, not wanting to waste any more time, and gave He Baoli a mocking glance.

"What? He Baoli, you can't even manage a chicken's home?"

He Baoli's expression immediately changed.

He was still waiting for Yan Niannian to become his wife in the future, so naturally he couldn't let this woman look down on him.

So he immediately got excited.

"What are you nagging about? If I tell you to kill a chicken, then hurry up and do it." He Baoli turned around and glared at Xiao Jun's grandmother.

Then, he looked at Yan Niannian with a fawning expression.

At that moment, he felt incredibly masculine.

But in Yan Niannian's eyes, all that remained was the word "disgusting".

Grandma Xiaojun was startled.

Since her own son had spoken, even if she was very dissatisfied, she could only hold back her anger and turn to walk into the chicken coop.

She stood in the middle of the circle, looking left and right.

Finally, they chose the smallest and thinnest hen, grabbed it, slit its throat, boiled water, and plucked its feathers.

Then they took out a potato from the cellar, put it in the pot with the chicken, and started stewing it.

Throughout the entire process, Yan Niannian was afraid that the old man would do something bad, so she supervised the work from the sidelines.

Half an hour later, the aroma of chicken wafted out, filling the whole house.

Xiao Jun stood on the threshold, his small eyes fixed on the stove, swallowing repeatedly, his saliva almost dripping down his face.

The chickens in our house are very valuable; they lay eggs while they're alive, and we sell them for money when they die.

He almost never gets to eat it throughout the year.

Now look what's happened, it was a whole hen!

Given how good Yan Niannian is to him, she'll definitely give him most of the food.

Thinking about it this way, Xiao Jun couldn't stop drooling.

I wish the chicken could be cooked right away.

The other two adults weren't much better; they were utterly spineless, and the sound of them swallowing saliva echoed throughout the room.

Yan Niannian frowned at his appearance, clearly disgusted.

Another half hour passed, and it was finally ready to be taken off the heat.

Grandma Xiaojun carefully scooped all the chicken into a small steel basin, but as soon as she turned around, she saw Yan Niannian standing behind her.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Realizing what was happening, Grandma Xiaojun quickly used her other hand to protect the small steel basin.

They looked like an old hen protecting its food.

"Bring it here!"

Yan Niannian unceremoniously stretched out her hand and weighed it in her hand with her palm facing up.

"You want to eat alone?" Grandma Xiaojun stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Otherwise what?" Yan Niannian retorted sarcastically. "Should we invite all the villagers from the surrounding area over and then have a feast with this chicken?"

His cold voice was laced with undisguised sarcasm.

She practically wore the words "look down on" on her delicate and pretty face.

As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them changed their expressions.

A vague sense of unease crept in.

But Yan Niannian didn't care whether they would feel awkward or not. She raised her eyebrows and glanced at He Baoli with a half-smile.

He Baoli immediately reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, yelling in an extremely shrill voice, "Give it to her, quickly give her the basin."

Grandma Xiaojun pursed her lips and reluctantly handed over the basin.

Yan Niannian reached out and took it.

Seeing this, Xiao Jun quickly went to Yan Niannian's side.

He tilted his chin up, took a deep breath, and stared at her longingly.

Yan Niannian remained unmoved when her gaze fell on Xiaojun's face, her expression not even changing.

What an ingrate!

Stop loss in time.

She would never be nice to him again.

So the next moment, Yan Niannian quickly looked away, picked up the chicken, and turned to go into the inner room.

With a loud bang, she slammed the door shut and then locked it from the inside with a bolt.

The three of them were startled.

They looked at each other, not reacting immediately.

Then, Grandma Xiaojun felt like she was about to have a heart attack, and the crisscrossing wrinkles on her face became more and more grotesque.