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Jiang Li put the Pule Club matter out of her mind because Ye Jingmo was about to start making braised eel with oil.

She followed Ye Jingmo like a clingy cat.

The eels were kept in a basin after being brought back; their thick bodies were as big as a child's arm.

Jiang Li watched Ye Jingmo prepare the eel with curiosity; she had never seen it before.

Ye Jingmo asked her to make a nail, and she deftly nailed the eel's head into the nail.

The eel thrashed about in pain, trying to escape the agony, but to no avail.

Ye Jingmo used a sharp knife to gut the eel and cut it into pieces about five centimeters long.

Jiang Li's mouth turned into an "o" shape; so this is how eels are processed.

The same principle applies to snakes.

Her thoughts began to wander, becoming wildly imaginative.

The white lard melted in the pot, and Ye Jingmo added scallions, ginger, and garlic to sauté until fragrant.

The eel pieces were thrown into the pot, where the high temperature caused them to curl up together.

Ye Jingmo stir-fried the food with a spatula.

Pour cooking wine around the edge of the pot, and the aroma of the wine bursts out.

Mix the prepared seasonings and pour them into the pot. The thick sauce will coat the eel pieces.

Simmer over high heat for two minutes, then thicken with cornstarch slurry after the sauce has reduced.

Ye Jingmo scooped the soft, sticky eel paste into a bowl and then poured boiling hot oil over it.

The sizzling sound of oil seemed to be a signal to her taste buds, and Jiang Li's stomach began to rumble.

The dark red sauce clung to the coral, creating a delightful interplay of salty, savory, tender, and succulent flavors.

Jiang Li squinted happily, eating the eel paste with rice, one bite at a time.

She wondered if she should go to the stream and set a few more traps to catch some more eels.

She wasn't quite full.

Now Jiang Li no longer cared about the eel's ugly appearance; as long as it tasted good, that was all that mattered.

After lunch, Jiang Li drank the lemon, grapefruit, and honey tea brewed by Ye Jingmo and exhaled a sigh of relief.

Despite the dangers of the outside world, there is only peace and tranquility within this small house.

Time flies, and five days have passed in the blink of an eye.

At dawn, a thin mist shrouded the air.

Jiang Li stretched her muscles on the first floor, while Pudding circled around her.

It wanted Jiang Li to open the cage so it could play with the kitten.

Jiang Li took the kitten out of the cage and placed it on her lap. The kitten lay softly and bonelessly on her lap.

She stretched out her soft, bamboo-like little paws and placed them on Jiang Li's arm.

He had an expression that suggested he was completely at Jiang Li's mercy.

Pudding brought its head close to the kitten and stuck out its tongue to lick its head.

The kitten got angry and slapped Pudding with its paw.

Looking at the kitten's wet fur, Jiang Li completely understood why it was angry.

Jiang Li nudged Pudding's head to keep it from getting too close.

She unwrapped the gauze from the kitten's right leg, revealing dried blood and a scabbed wound.

Jiang Li applied some Yunnan Baiyao to the wound and then bandaged it back up with gauze.

Seemingly due to the itching from the scab on the wound, she noticed that the kitten had been licking its right leg a lot lately.

Jiang Li took out an Elizabethan collar and put it on the kitten to prevent it from continuing to lick its wound.

She put the kitten in the cage, and only then did she realize that she seemed to name it every year.

It doesn't sound very nice to hear a kitten meowing all the time.

So, Jiang Li tilted her head and asked Ye Jingmo for his opinion, "Brother Mo, what do you think should be a good name for the kitten?"

"How about we call it Jelly? It sounds like it's related to Pudding."

Listening to Jiang Li's self-questioning and answering, Ye Jingmo felt a lump in his throat for the first time.

Indeed, the names do sound very similar.

"As long as you like it."

Ye Jingmo turned his head slightly and said calmly.

"Hehe, Jelly, Jelly, do you like this name?"

Jiang Li reached into the cage and stroked Jelly's head, hearing it make a comfortable purring sound, like an engine.

"It seems you like it very much, that's good."

After playing with the jelly, Jiang Li played with the pudding for a while.

After spending time with the two little ones, Jiang Li and Ye Jingmo got down to business.

They went to the backyard and gathered the bamboo poles together.

Jiang Li touched the green bamboo pole; it was smooth and dry, and she could faintly smell the fragrance of bamboo.

The use of dryers accelerates the drying process of bamboo.

Ye Jingmo took out a large bamboo pole and began making a chicken coop.

The two ends of a large bamboo pole are spliced ​​together, and the four corners are fixed with nails, and a square rectangular frame is formed.

Ye Jingmo patted the bamboo frame with his hand; it showed no deformation or bending.

He then laid the split five-centimeter-long strips around the perimeter and bottom, securing them with nails as well.

Some gaps were left in the bamboo at the bottom to make it easier to clean up chicken droppings later.

Ye Jingmo had reserved two doorways in front of the chicken coop in advance, and would assemble it at the last minute.

Once he installed the two small doors made of bamboo strips, the entire chicken coop was complete.

Looking at the green chicken coop, Jiang Li felt it was like a fine work of art.

She was almost reluctant to put the chicken in, feeling it would be an insult to it.

Ye Jingmo also polished the chicken coop; when you touched it, you couldn't see any roughness in the bamboo.

Jiang Li took out paint from her spatial storage and carefully painted the chicken coop.

Painting chicken coops has many benefits; it not only makes them more waterproof but also prevents them from cracking.

The chicken coop was painted with maroon paint, giving it a rustic and dignified feel, sweeping away its previous fresh and pure appearance.

Jiang Li placed it in a well-ventilated area to allow the paint smell to dissipate quickly and to accelerate the drying of the paint.

Jiang Li and Ye Jingmo spent the entire morning working on the chicken coop.

Jiang Li walked back into the house and sat down.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the front door, and the sound was very urgent.

Jiang Li looked suspicious. Who would come knocking at this hour?

She and Ye Jingmo exchanged a glance, both seeing something strange in each other's eyes.

Jiang Li walked along the bluestone path toward the main gate.

"who is it?"

Jiang Li called out to the doorway.

But no one answered at the door, as if they hadn't heard Jiang Li's question.

The knocking gradually turned into pounding, each knock more urgent than the last, like the beating of war drums.

"who is it?"

Jiang Li raised her voice again, and a crying sound came from outside the door.

"Help! Help me! Someone is trying to kidnap me!"

Please, save me.

The heart-wrenching cries seemed to penetrate deep into people's hearts, stirring up feelings of sympathy and making them want to open the door for the person outside.

Jiang Li suddenly fell silent, her eyes darting around; she sensed something was amiss.

"I can't open the door for you. You should run ahead and find a soldier."

Jiang Li offered her advice.

The woman outside was still crying and pleading for help.

"I'll give you all my things, please, sister, let me in."

Jiang Li shut her mouth, seemingly noticing that no one had opened the door for a long time.

The banging on the door turned into kicking it down, as if they wanted to break Jiang Li's door open.

However, Jiang Li's door was reinforced, and it was impossible to kick it open by manpower alone.