Chapter 454 Is this a real chicken?

The two walked forward a few steps, and Chen Xiaoqiao tapped Chen Hui's shoulder with a puzzled look on his face.

Chen Hui shook his head and put his palm to his ear, signaling him to listen carefully.

Coo. Coo
Chen Xiaoqiao's eyes lit up, he bent slightly, and continued to walk with Chen Hui.

Chen Hui stopped and felt around. The prey didn't seem to have any intention of running away, so he decided not to get the gun.

The prey is not big enough to be worth the cost of a bullet.

They were also afraid that the noise of the gun would scare away the prey.

"Why don't you leave?" Chen Xiaoqiao asked in a low voice.

Chen Hui signaled him to keep quiet, stood up straight, and leaned forward to look.

Chen Xiaoqiao also stood up straight and looked forward, but he could see nothing.

Chen Hui suddenly relaxed and walked forward with big strides.

Behind the two rows of stacked tiles, there are several short trees.

Under a thriving, leafy tree, a jungle fowl was lying with one wing drooping and its head leaning weakly on the weeds.

A weak "gulp, gulp, gulp." came from his throat.

The chicken was obviously injured during the typhoon and was stuck under the branches of a bush and couldn't move.

I don’t know how long I held out, but now it looks like I won’t be able to hold out for much longer.

"Wow! There is actually a chicken! I can make a pot of soup!" Chen Xiaoqiao said happily.

“This chicken stew definitely tastes like chicken!”

"The chicken may not taste good, so take it out after the soup is done, and stir-fry it with some onions and dried chilies."

After Chen Hui finished speaking, both of them swallowed unconsciously.

"I'm going to have dinner at your house this afternoon!" said Chen Xiaoqiao.

"no problem!"

Chen Hui was very happy to see that Chen Xiaoqiao had completely forgotten about beating him.

He readily agreed to his request for a free meal, bent down, grabbed the jungle fowl's wings and picked it up.

The jungle fowl clucked twice and was too lazy to struggle.

"Go, go, go. Take it back and deal with it while it's still breathing. If it's dead, it can't be eaten." Chen Xiaoqiao urged.

The two men held the chicken and ran quickly past Chen Hui's house.

Chen Huihong has already started preparing lunch.

Wu Jinhua didn't go up the mountain today, but stayed to help.

I saw Chen Hui and Chen Xiaoqiao carrying a chicken back. One of them went into the kitchen to get a kitchen knife, and the other went into the kitchen to get a bowl.

Chen Hui plucked some hair from the chicken's neck and cut the chicken's neck with a kitchen knife.

Chen Xiaoqiao immediately moved the bowl forward to catch the flowing chicken blood, and only a few drops of blood left by the knife fell outside.

"Whose chicken did you two steal?" Chen Huihong was confused.

"Sister Hong, what are you saying!"

"Although we are not good people, we are not the kind of people who steal things!" said Chen Xiaoqiao.

Chen Huihong smiled.

The main thing is that they look so impatient, they don’t seem like serious people at all.

The chicken bled almost as much.

The chicken, which had not struggled much to begin with, finally embarked on the road to reincarnation.

"Okay, done!"

"Aunt, is there any hot water in the back pot? Cook the chicken so that we can have chicken soup for lunch."

Chen Hui put the chicken head down, let out a sigh and said.

"Tell me where these chickens came from first! They don't look like the ones your mother-in-law raises." Chen Huihong asked.

"We got this when we went hunting, the two of us!"

Chen Xiaoqiao gestured to himself and Chen Hui, and his tone was obviously emphasized in the second half of the sentence.

The two men brought back a chicken without even leaving the village.

Chen Huihong didn't believe it.

"It was indeed brought back by Uncle Xiaoqiao and I, but we didn't beat it, we picked it up."

Chen Hui briefly told Chen Huihong the process of catching the jungle fowl, and Chen Huihong laughed so hard that she couldn't cover her mouth.

"Although the chicken was still alive when I caught it, it won't taste good when cooked in soup. It will have a bad smell."

"Chop it into pieces later and stir-fry it to make it spicy, as you said."

"There are no dried chilies here. You need to go to your mother-in-law's house to get some." Chen Huihong said.

"Chen Hui, you kill the chicken here, I'll go to Sister Lin Jiao's house to get the peppers!"

Chen Xiaoqiao quickly arranged an easy task for himself and strode out.

Chen Huihong smiled helplessly and shook her head, then said to Chen Hui, "You take care of it first. I'll get the food ready and then come over to join you."

"it is good!"

Chen Hui nodded.

First hang the gun aside back on the wall of the room, and lock the bullets in the pocket back into the drawer of the cabinet.

Come out and start processing the jungle fowl.

After Wu Guang and his companions finished planting the plum trees, they came over and saw that they were cooking badger rheumatism grass and stir-frying chicken.

Every time Chen Hui invited people to dinner, one meal would be enough for them to eat for several days.

Several people felt embarrassed and stopped Chen Hui and asked him to just cook one.

"Keep that chicken and stew it for Wenjing's nourishment."

"Children who have never worked before will not be used to going to work every day," said Wu Guang.

"I saw her in the morning, and she didn't look well," Wei Jianjun also said.

Chen Hui said as he plucked out the last few fine hairs.

He supported his lower back with both hands, straightened his body and twisted it left and right.

"Wen Jing may have slept too late yesterday and got up early in the morning."

"We still have chickens at home. Let my mother-in-law kill one tomorrow and stew it for her to nourish herself."

What Chen Hui described is a very normal situation.

But looking at the expressions of these people, it was obvious that they were overthinking it.

Once you start talking about this kind of thing, you will get more and more excited.

Chen Hui didn't like people talking about An Wenjing, so he changed the subject and asked:

“Is there anyone who doesn’t like spicy food?”

"Although the chicken was killed and the blood was drained cleanly, I still feel a little bruised."

"I think you guys don't mind if it's spicy. It will taste better."

As he said this, he went into the kitchen and took out a kitchen knife, then picked up the whetstone by the patio and started sharpening the blade.

They had never tried stir-frying chicken with chili peppers, so they couldn't imagine what it would taste like.

However, according to Chen Hui's past performance.

As long as it comes from his hand, everyone believes it will taste good.

"Okay, then it's settled!"

Chen Hui nodded and rinsed the whetstone and kitchen knife with water.

They cut open the belly and took out the internal organs. Chen Huihong took a pair of scissors and used them to deal with the internal organs.

Remind Chen Hui to cut off the injured and blackened chicken wings, as well as the blackened chicken meat nearby.

Don’t eat this meat. Chop it into smaller pieces later and add it to the pig feed at night to cook and feed the pigs.

"Aunt, blanch the chicken later."

"I'm going to go to the back of the house to see how the flowers and plants are doing. By the way, I'll tell that young man to wait and have a meal before leaving."

After Chen Hui finished processing the chicken, he said to Chen Huihong.

"How old are you? You call others young men. I see they are several years older than you."

"I understand. Go ahead!" Chen Huihong said with a smile.

"Uncle Guang, have a cup of tea first, I'll go home and come back soon!"

Chen Hui greeted everyone in the hall, then strode out the door towards his home.

I heard two voices behind me calling me.
"Brother Chen Hui!"

"Hey Chen Hui, where are you going?"

(End of this chapter)