PFC Chapter 291 What, you are not convinced?
Chapter 291 What, you are not convinced?
"Spare the chicken! Spare the chicken!..."
Chu He jogged all the way and chased after him from the direction of the small kitchen.
Xiao Cheng stopped wiping his neck and turned to look at her, frowning slightly: "What's wrong?"
Chu He ran a little fast, steadied his breath, and asked, "Can you spare his life?"
Xiao Cheng held the knife farther away, exhaled lazily, and looked up at her.
"This is food, not a pet! Are you planning to keep it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman in front of him leaned forward and nodded vigorously.
"May I?"
Xiao Cheng found it a little funny, and then he said with a sneer: "Are you sick? Raising this thing? You raise it?"
"Well, I'll raise it!"
There was a gleam in Chu He's eyes.
Xiao Cheng raised half an eyebrow, obviously not expecting Chu He to say that.
He stared at the overly kind woman in front of him, his face full of helplessness.
If he hadn't seen how scared he was just now, he would have believed it.
"Becoming a dish is a chicken's mission. Be good. If you like, I'll go back and find you a royal chicken of ornamental quality. Forget this one. Do you like it braised or stir-fried? I think we can make a soup. You drink the soup and give me the kidneys. Roosters are very nutritious..."
"Snapped"!
There was a muffled sound.
The air was still for a few seconds.
Even the chicken in my hand was quiet.
Xiao Cheng felt a heavy slap on the back of his head.
There was a not-so-noticeable mess in her short hair.
Chu He was startled, slowly covered her mouth, subconsciously looked at the knife in the man's hand, and swallowed.
His eyes moved up to that handsome face that was as beautiful as a sculpture. As unruly as he was, he was now frowning.
It was as if his brain was slowed down for two seconds after being hit.
After reacting, he took a deep breath and turned around.
I saw the old man standing behind me, looking down at me, with a stern face, a serious expression and cold eyes.
The crutch in his hand was still tapping the ground.
"You little bastard, who gave you the guts to kill my money-counting chicken?"
Chu He squatted beside the man, lowered her head, tried hard to restrain the urge to laugh, pursed her lips tightly, and half-lifted her eyelids to steal a glance at the man next to her.
Then he quickly explained, "Master Liu Er, we didn't know this was your...your money counting chicken."
Xiao Cheng stood up and took another deep breath. His tense jawline made him look even more stern.
He was much taller than the old man, but he liked to hold his chin up. At this moment, he lowered his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him.
The old man snorted coldly and slammed his cane. "Why, you're not convinced? Tell me, do you deserve a beating?"
Xiao Cheng slowly closed his eyes, suppressed his emotions, opened his thin lips slightly, and uttered a word faintly.
Almost at the same time, as the word "should" came out of his mouth, a small hand stopped on the back of his head.
He turned his head and met Chu He's somewhat surprised eyes.
She originally wanted to smooth his fur, rub him, and soothe him.
Unexpectedly, this man was so obedient today.
Chu He snorted in her heart. Not only did she not fight back after being beaten, but she also admitted in a good tone that she deserved a beating.
Does the sun come out in the west today?
She pretended to look at the blue sky above her head and clicked her tongue in her heart.
The next second, Xiao Cheng seemed to be complaining, and there seemed to be a hint of... grievance in his words.
"You bitch, you bullied my wife, how do you settle this account?"
"Wife? This girl, is she really your wife?"
The old man was stunned at first, then he looked at Chu He with a scrutinizing look and suspicion.