Black Market Boss: His Beloved Wife's Lazy Life

"Ahem. What are you all doing here?" Captain Lu asked as he approached from the entrance and saw a courtyard full of people.

"They've never seen a big pot before. They're a bit curious," Shang Yanfang said with a laugh.

"What's so curious about that? Isn't it common?" Captain Lu said irritably.

"I've never seen anything this big before. The pots I've cooked in before were always on the stove, and I've never been this shocked," He Lingling explained.

"Alright, alright, let's go watch the raising of the roof beam." Captain Lu hadn't forgotten why he was there.

Team Leader Lu took Lu Youyou and Gao Jianguo to help with the raising of the roof beam.

"Let's cook."

Li Zhaodi reminded the group.

"Alright, let's do it today. Let's take more food, after all, it's our money for treating everyone to a meal, we can't let others share the cost of food."

"Okay, I agree."

"I'll cook a pot of mixed grain rice in an earthenware pot first," Li Zhaodi said, eager to take the initiative.

"I'm going to make braised pork." Liu Yan took the meat and left.

"Do you know how to kill this chicken?" Shang Yanfang asked, looking at the chicken with its legs tied on the ground.

"Probably not." He Lingling really wanted to say yes, but she really had never killed anyone.

"What should we do?"

"I think we should pluck the feathers first!" He Lingling said uncertainly.

"Then let's start plucking," Shang Yanfang said, placing her hand on the chicken's feathers.

"Hehe, cluck cluck!" The hen suddenly flapped her wings and flew away.

Seeing the chicken fly away, the two quickly chased after it.

They turned the entire educated youth compound upside down.

"Got it! I caught it!" Shang Yanfang pounced on the old hen at an astonishing angle.

"That's not how you kill a chicken."

Gao Jianguo's voice came from above.

"Then how should we kill him?"

"I'll kill him for you."

Gao Jianguo grabbed the chicken with one hand and helped the little girl up with the other.

"Do you have hot water? Do you want some chicken blood?" Gao Jianguo asked earnestly.

"We have hot water, and we need chicken blood."

As she spoke, Shang Yanfang took out an empty bowl and a pot of hot water from the room.

"A kitchen knife." Shang Yanfang happily went to get him a kitchen knife.

"Here you go." With a swift movement of the knife, the chicken let out its final scream.

The rooster's crow, "cluck cluck," was both fierce and tragic.

Shang Yanfang placed the bowl beside her under the chicken's neck.

"Wait until it bleeds dry, then scald it with hot water, and then pluck its feathers. Pfft, hahaha." Gao Jianguo said, finally unable to hold back his laughter.

"Sorry, I'll hold it in for a little while longer."

"Laugh if you want to," Shang Yanfang said helplessly.

She realized it herself; she had indeed gone too far by plucking the chicken's feathers while it was still alive.

Even if that chicken doesn't escape, she still has to consider whether or not she should eat it.

"Puhahaha, puhahaha." Gao Jianguo seemed unperturbed by the little girl's words. He stopped holding back and laughed loudly and unrestrainedly.

"Alright, there's no more blood." Shang Yanfang reminded the man in front of her who was laughing uncontrollably.

"Then take the blood away." Gao Jianguo's expression changed instantly.

"Get another basin." Shang Yanfang placed the chicken blood in the kitchen.

He came out empty-handed, he said helplessly.

"I couldn't find a basin that big."

"A washbasin is fine too."

Gao Jianguo then gave a new hint.

"I'll go get it, wait a moment," Shang Yanfang said, taking small, quick steps as she searched for it inside the house.

It's not that she can't run fast. What she's imagining now is: that washbasin was used to kill a chicken, will she still be able to use it in the future?

In the end, eating triumphed over everything.

She picked up her washbasin from the floor and rushed out.

"Um, is this okay?" Shang Yanfang held up the washbasin in her hand.

“Okay.” Gao Jianguo said, taking the washbasin from his hands.

Put the chicken into a basin and pour in a whole kettle of hot water.

"Soak for three minutes, then take it out and pluck the hair."

The two squatted there and waited quietly.

"Gao Jianguo, how do you cook this chicken?"

"Let's stew it with potatoes. We can make a big pot of it, which doesn't seem stingy."

"Then I'll do as you say." Shang Yanfang's mood instantly improved because she was no longer bothered about how to cook the chicken.

"You should be able to pluck them now," Gao Jianguo said, gently tugging at the soft feathers on the hen's body.

"Don't you feel the heat while you're sleeping?" Shang Yanfang looked at the man's long, slender, and fair hand with incomprehension.

"It's alright. You take the chicken down, and I'll empty the water." Gao Jianguo said, taking the chicken out of the water basin and handing it to Shang Yanfang.

"Can I refuse?" Looking at the limp chicken, Shang Yanfang was filled with refusal. How could she do such a thing?

"Just for a little while, just a short while. Weren't you just bravely catching chickens?"

Gao Jianguo explained patiently.

"I'll only take it for a little while. I'll put it in after you pour out the water," Shang Yanfang said, gesturing with her thumb and forefinger to indicate a slight distance.

"Okay. I'll be quick," Gao Jianguo assured him.

"Weren't you supposed to be killing chickens with Yanfang? Why are you hiding here getting potatoes?"

Li Zhaodi, who was cooking mixed grain rice, asked as she passed by the vegetable garden.

“Look, if I go, won’t that ruin their relationship?” He Lingling gestured with her chin toward Shang Yanfang.

The two men had already started plucking the chicken's feathers.

“Indeed, you should be here,” Li Zhaodi said earnestly.

"These two probably had something going on for a long time, right?" Li Zhaodi asked curiously.

"I don't know, I guess so," He Lingling replied uncertainly.

"You keep going, I'll go watch my food." Li Zhaodi called out and walked towards the kitchen. As she passed the two of them, she saw a scene that she would never forget for the rest of her life.

Shang Yanfang looked around for a moment, then leaned down and kissed the man on the cheek. Startled, she quickly looked away.

"What's wrong?" Liu Yan, who was making braised pork in the kitchen, asked when she saw Li Zhaodi's flushed face.

"Yanfang kissed Comrade Gao," Li Zhaodi said softly.

"What's wrong with that? They're both blushing, why are you blushing?" Liu Yan looked at Li Zhaodi with a questioning gaze.

"Gao Jianguo, here, chop the chicken up here," Shang Yanfang said, leading the man into the kitchen.

It turned out that when the two of them were plucking the feathers, Gao Jianguo asked her if she knew how to chop a chicken.

Looking at the chicken whose neck had been cut and whose internal organs had been removed, Shang Yanfang cowardly said that she couldn't do it.

Gao Jianguo tricked her into giving him a kiss by promising to chop up a chicken for her. He had originally intended for her to just kiss him on the lips.

Shang Yanfang was unwilling, so they eventually kissed each other on the cheek.

Gao Jianguo greeted the two of them politely, saying, "Hello comrades, I am Gao Jianguo, Shang Yanfang's boyfriend."

Upon hearing the man's introduction, Shang Yanfang patted him on the shoulder.

"Chop it up quickly."

Gao Jianguo chopped up the chicken like a timid wife.