Before Xiao Xu finished speaking, he suddenly hiccupped. He glanced at Li Nanheng carefully as if he had a strong desire to survive. He saw that Boss Li didn't seem to have any pain or anger when he was poked. On the contrary, he seemed to be worried about This situation of being very weak and needing to be taken care of by Feng Ling is very satisfying and does not feel sad at all.
Tsk tsk, whether to choose between returning to the Li family or coming to Feng Ling, in fact, I didn't even plan to choose. I planned to get together with Feng Ling from the beginning.
After all, for so many years, whether they were in the base or later leaving the base, the two people seemed to have very little time to be alone together. They were always busy. As for the days when they lived in the jungle, Xiao Xu Of course I don't know, but I can guess something.
"Can you kill a chicken?" Xiao Xu turned to look at Feng Ling and asked a crucial question.
Feng Ling hesitated for a moment and replied: "Yes."
Hearing this word, Li Nanheng, who was about to ask Xiao Xu to clean up the two chickens before leaving, his voice choked in his throat and did not speak anymore. He only raised his eyebrows and symbolically "looked" in the direction of the door.
Xiao Xu also thought it was impossible, and looked at Feng Ling seriously: "Is it really possible? I have never seen you kill someone before."
"I know how to kill people, let alone killing chickens. Isn't it just a matter of wiping the neck?" Feng Ling said calmly, and directly made room in front of the door: "Want to come in and sit down?"
"No, no, no, I won't go in and sit down." Xiao Xu quickly took a step back, raised his hand and waved it in protest. He didn't know whether he was afraid of the two chickens on the ground or the one on the sofa. Boss Li, who had just been told that he couldn't even beat a chicken, glanced at Feng Ling uneasily: "Then remember to clean it up, so that when the chicken soup is stewed, there will be hair and other things in the soup. .”
Feng Ling said with a cold face: "How about you stay here?"
"Forget it, I really can't stand this kind of sharp-mouthed thing. I would kill any other snake. I'm afraid of this kind of thing." Xiao Xu waved his hand again: "I'm leaving, take good care of the boss. You have to take good care of your own health and don’t let our boss have his way too much.”
Feng Ling continued to glance at him with an indifferent expression, thinking what else could Li Nanheng ask for in his current state besides begging her to cook and help him go to the toilet
After all, can a seriously injured patient still be able to act like a gangster
She didn't say anything, and Xiao Xu very wisely stopped talking. He wiped his nose and ran away as if he were applying oil to his soles.
Feng Ling closed the door, leaned down and picked up the two chickens. Probably because the two chickens knew that they were about to die, their clucking sounds became more and more shrill, so Feng Ling directly picked them up. Go to the kitchen.
After that, Li Nanheng didn't hear anything other than the crow of the rooster. He was suspicious. He stood up and was about to find the direction of the kitchen and walk towards it. Suddenly, he only heard a few "dang, dang, dang, dang," and the rooster's crow disappeared. .
Feng Ling clapped her hands inside, washed her hands and walked out. The two looked at each other, and she looked at him: "What are you doing?"
Li Nanheng: "..."
I can also imagine the scene where she knocked the two chickens unconscious with something unknown just now.
Li Nanheng suddenly smiled, sighed and sat back on the sofa: "She is indeed the woman I taught."
Feng Ling glanced at him: "Boss Li, who personally taught me how to use a gun to kill, would he think my hands were bloody because I knocked out two chickens?"
"No, no." Li Nanheng laughed: "I'm afraid that you are not decisive enough. If you get hurt by them again, I will feel bad. We are all ordinary people standing at the top of the food chain, and no one is nobler than the other. Just two chickens, after all you have to kill fish tomorrow."
Feng Ling glanced at him from afar: "I haven't forgotten your fish yet."
Li Nanheng leaned back on the sofa in a comfortable posture: "Well, I have chickens, fishes and a wife. I'm afraid this life will be the most complete now."
Feng Lingcai ignored his flattery at the moment and just said: "The food that was just made is almost cold, and Xiao Xu didn't say to stay for a meal. If you don't eat, I will eat it myself."
Li Nanheng raised his hand on the sofa: "I can't find a place at the dining table."
Feng Ling walked over to help him. When the man was being helped up, he turned his head and sniffed her neck as if he was doing something.
Feng Ling was so offended by his actions that he quickly hid aside and looked at him inexplicably: "What are you smelling?"
"Smell it to see if it smells like chicken blood."
"...I haven't killed him yet. The food is ready today. We'll talk about it tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow." Feng Ling helped him walk to the dining table and sit down, picked up the tableware and put it in his hand, then stood at the dining table and watched. Following his hands slowly groping on the table, she asked, "Do you need me to feed you?"
During the few days Li Nanheng was in the hospital, he was mostly fed by people because he couldn't see. No matter what tableware he used, it was really difficult to find the right place for the bowl.
But now that he was discharged from the hospital, he really didn't want to be fed anymore, so he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached out and touched the edges of the bowls in front of him with his cutlery.
Feng Ling probably saw his intention and stopped touching him. Instead, she carefully pushed the dishes to a place where his tableware could be easily reached. If there was even the slightest deviation, she would push it immediately. Go over and let his cutlery drop to the middle, just enough to pick up the middle dish.
Li Nanheng tried to eat it by himself, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly: "It tastes good. Your cooking skills are much better than when you roasted earthworms and cooked wild fowl meat in the jungle. Why? You haven't been busy in the past two years. With Feng's business, you still have time to secretly practice your cooking skills?"
"I haven't practiced, and I really don't have time. I know very little now, but at least I can make myself full." Feng Ling slowly moved the bowl in front of him while he was picking up vegetables. , while moving, he said: "When I was in England, and later when I was in Fengshi, I wasn't used to having people around me to take care of me, and Qin Shuke didn't know how to cook, so I was used to making some food by myself occasionally. , maybe there is a slight improvement, but it shouldn’t be a particularly obvious improvement.”
Li Nanheng chuckled, stretched out the cutlery again, and then gently pressed the edge of the soup plate in front of him with the cutlery as if nothing: "Okay, you don't have to keep moving with me, I can almost find it, the worst is to spill it." Come out with some soup and water and wipe it off. Just practice it a few times and it will be fine. You can sit down and eat together."
Feng Ling's movement of moving the dishes was actually very light. Unexpectedly, he still heard it.
She didn't say anything more, and just took another look at his accurate action of inserting the tableware. Although it was still a bit unfamiliar and awkward, judging from Li Nanheng's adaptability, it was estimated that he would be able to eat in less than two or three days. No different from ordinary people.