Su Qiao glanced at the man on the ground with disdain, took back the stick, put it on his shoulder, and walked out of the woodshed with a swagger.
I had originally planned to find a more comfortable room after daybreak, but now I can’t fall asleep even if I want to, so I might as well move to another place.
However, I only ate a watermelon in the evening, and there was no oil or water in my stomach. Now I was growling with hunger.
She turned her head and looked around the yard, her eyes finally stopping on the chicken coop in the corner.
I walked over and knocked on the wooden door of the chicken coop with a stick. There were still quite a few chickens inside.
Wang Guizhi was afraid that she would steal the chicken, so she stepped forward and said, "Miss, if you let the chicken out at night, it will get lost easily. You can't let it out."
Su Qiao kicked the chicken blocking the door and glared at her: "I'm hungry, hurry up and make me some food. I want to eat meat, meat. If there's no meat, I'll cut the meat off your bodies and roast it."
Wang Guihua originally thought that she would say that if she was not given meat, she would kill all the chickens and eat them, but she didn't expect that she would actually say that she wanted to... eat the meat from them.
Feeling the cruelty of this girl again, Wang Guihua wanted to ask the heavens in her heart, what kind of woman did Chen Ligen send to her family
But at this time, she didn't dare to be reluctant, and hurriedly said: "There is meat, there is... bacon on the beam of the kitchen."
Su Qiao glared at him unceremoniously, like a bully: "Why don't you do it for me? Are you looking for death?"
Host, are you sure you want them to do it? If they have drugs or something like that, wouldn't you be in trouble
Su Qiao blinked. This was also true.
The sharpened wood stretched out and pressed against the old woman's neck: "Where is the meat, where is the kitchen, take me with you, I have to watch you cook in person, so that you don't have any bad thoughts."
Wang Guizhi turned her head slightly to look at the man who was supporting her son. The man nodded slightly, and she hurriedly took Su Qiao to the kitchen.
The kitchen was pitch black, and only after Wang Guizhi lit the oil lamp hanging in the corner did there come some light.
"What the hell is this place? Why isn't there even a light?"
Su Qiao was speechless.
Are these people still living in ancient times
In this 21st century when even robots have been developed, we still use oil lamps for lighting.
While fetching water to boil water, Wang Guihua replied, "There are lights. The village chief uses a generator to generate electricity every night, but the kitchen is not used at night, so... so there are only oil lamps."
"This is a damn place with nothing in it. I don't know how you can live here."
Su Qiao stood by the kitchen door, with his back against the wall, paying attention to both the kitchen and the outside.
When he noticed two knives on the table, a kitchen knife and a slightly curved boning knife, he walked forward and took the boning knife in his hand.
"Girl, you can't use this. You might hurt yourself if you're not careful. This is what Dalong's father used when he was helping the village kill pigs. You..."
Su Qiao tossed it, caught it easily, and made a sword flower in the air. He said casually: "Don't worry, I used this thing often before, so it won't cut me."
Watching Wang Guizhi, who was cleaning the bacon while secretly glancing at him, Su Qiao rolled his eyes and suddenly came forward, saying mysteriously, "Do you know why I won't cut myself?"
"Because I usually use it to pick other people's flesh."
Wang Guizhi was so frightened that she dropped the firewood stick in her hand, and she was shaking all over. "You, you, you... who are you?"