Chapter 711
When Yan Zhengling was drowsily sleeping, he suddenly heard the sound of chickens and dogs jumping outside.
Yan Zhengling sat up in shock, pulled off the infusion needle, and staggered downstairs.
This is the first time she has walked out of the bedroom. It turns out that the design of this villa is like a medieval castle. The walls are made of powerful natural marble and carved with various retro portraits. If you deconstruct the portraits, you will find the inside.
There are many special symbols.
This castle left a mysterious and old atmosphere to Yan Zhengling.
It was hard for her to imagine that that young and noble man had such a boss's pedantic aesthetics.
When she came downstairs and opened the door to the back garden, she saw the arrogant man fighting with the chickens in the pen for small animals.
The man was placed in a smelly chicken coop, with chicken feathers still clinging to his body, which made the man with mysophobia extremely unbearable.
He pinched his nose with one hand and covered his stomach with the other hand. He looked like he wanted to vomit. Seeing Yan Zhengling, he vowed: "I said, except that I can't give you that kind of superficial love, I can do anything else."
I'll satisfy you. If you want some broth, I'll stew it for you."
But after he opened his mouth and said something, he felt a steady stream of turbid air entering his mouth. The man couldn't hold it back and lay on the platform and vomited wildly.
The chicken was running away, and he was chasing it. There were chicken feathers all over the chicken pen. The dog next to him started barking in surprise.
The picture is a bit funny.
But it was obvious that the male servants serving this noble young master did not think so. They looked at the man nervously as if they were facing a formidable enemy, "Master, let's do it. Have you ever done such a thing?"
Yan Zhengling was dumbfounded. He chirped, "Isn't it just killing a chicken?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the servants looked at Yan Zhengling one by one as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world, as if she were a national treasure.
Ever since he was young, the young master has been outstanding in Keke. But killing is the young master's weakness.
"Master, let us do it."
The man didn't say anything, and the servants didn't dare to move in vain. When he had vomited enough, they picked up the long stick next to him, held their breath, and prepared to shoot the fleeing hen from a distance.
Unexpectedly, the big hen suddenly started clucking and pooped on the spot. The man dropped the stick and started vomiting again.
But the man was surprised to find that he didn't seem to dislike her just because she held a dirty little animal.
This feeling made him feel very strange.
He followed Zheng Ling out of the chicken coop, and frowned when he thought of the next task of killing chickens.
Yan Zhengling walked into the chicken coop, holding an old hen in her left hand and a big rooster in her right hand, and walked out while holding them.
The man was dumbfounded.
This woman is holding two chickens in such an intimate posture. Why doesn't she feel dirty?
The man was shocked to see it.
This woman's movements were as smooth as water and very skillful. From a glance, she could tell she had done this often.
Yan Zhengling asked Zhang Ma to boil water, scald and pluck out the chicken feathers, then cut open the chicken's belly and took out the internal organs.
This is really a big challenge for him.
Yan Zhengling walked to the faucet, picked up the kitchen knife next to it, picked up the chicken head, and wiped the chicken's neck with the kitchen knife, causing chicken blood to splash to the ground.
The chicken is dead.
The man saw her beautiful hands moving between the chicken intestines, and an incredible expression appeared in her black eyes.
After Yan Zhengling finished cleaning, he threw the kitchen knife in front of the man. When the man saw the chicken blood on the kitchen knife, he trembled with fear. He immediately covered his eyes and turned away.
Chapter completed!