Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 984

Chapter 984: 237: Do you want another slap?

What exactly the favor was, Ni Yang didn’t ask further.

But she was somewhat surprised.

Because in all the time she had known Grandpa Du, she never knew he had a compassionate side.

Although Grandpa Du practiced Buddhism, he had a fierce and violent demon living in his heart.

Ni Yang said with a smile, "So, it’s like that, huh? Since everyone knows each other, there’s no need to be reserved."

"Uh-huh," Wu Yanyun nodded.

Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, Ni Yang went to cook, while Du Jiaojiao, who had never cooked before, found the earthen stove intriguing. Rolling up her sleeves, she offered to help Ni Yang.

In fact, the Ni Family also had a gas stove, but Ni Yang felt that the food cooked on the gas stove wasn’t as aromatic as that cooked on the earthen stove, so the Ni Family always used the earthen stove.

Ni Yang didn’t refuse her offer, smiling and saying, "Sister Jiaojiao, then you can help me watch the fire. I’ve already started it; just add some wood if it looks like it’s dying down."

"Sure thing," Du Jiaojiao declared, patting her chest, "Leave it to me." _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}

Grandma Shangguan and Grandma Zheng were washing vegetables outside, everyone working well together, and soon the kitchen filled with enticing aromas.

"Yangyang, are we going to have roasted chicken for lunch? Your grandfather caught a wild chicken outside; it’s still alive!" Ni Cuihua walked in, carrying a wild chicken.

Ni Yang had just finished stir-frying a dish, "Yes, definitely! Wild roasted chicken is the most fragrant."

Du Jiaojiao asked curiously, "Roasted chicken? Pretty lady, do you have an oven in your house?"

Ni Yang replied with a smile, "No oven, but we have a natural oven."

"A natural oven? What’s that?" Du Jiaojiao asked.

Ni Yang kept it a secret, "You’ll see in a bit."

Ni Cuihua passed the wild chicken to Ni Yang, "Then I’ll go light the fire in the bread oven."

"Okay," Ni Yang took the chicken with one hand and the kitchen knife with the other, following Ni Cuihua towards the yard.

Du Jiaojiao followed Ni Yang’s footsteps.

She had never seen a chicken being killed before.

The bird was a male wild chicken with shiny feathers, almost as splendid as a little phoenix, extremely beautiful.

Ni Yang’s hand moved, and the knife fell, fresh blood dripping from the chicken’s neck into a bowl of saltwater.

Du JiaoJiao gave a thumbs up, "Pretty lady, your way of killing chickens is impressive!"