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 originally thought of finding a more comfortable room after dawn, but now I can't sleep even if I want to, so I might as well move to a nest.
However, I ate a watermelon at night, and there was no oil or water in my stomach at all. I was so hungry now.
She turned around and looked around the yard, her eyes finally resting on the chicken pen in the corner.
He walked over and knocked on the wooden door of the chicken pen with a stick. There were quite a few chickens inside.
Wang Guizhi was afraid that she was planning to kill the chicken, so he hurried forward and said, "Girl, if you let this chicken out, it will be easily lost at night, but you can't let it out."
Su Qiao kicked the chicken door and gave her a look. "I'm hungry, hurry up and get me some food. I want to eat meat. Eat meat. If there's no meat, I'll cut off your meat and roast it."
Wang Guihua I originally thought that she would kill all the chickens and eat them without giving her meat to eat, but I didn't expect that she would actually say... that she would eat their meat.
Feeling the cruelty of this girl again, Wang Guihua wanted to ask the sky, what kind of woman did Chen Ligeng send to her family?
But at this time, she didn't dare to give up, and said quickly, "There is meat, there is... bacon on the stove beam."
Su Qiao glared rudely, like a bully. "Why don't you do it for me? Are you looking for death?"
[Host, are you sure you can let them do it? If they had any drugs in their hands, wouldn't you be miserable?]
Su Qiao blinked, that's right.
The sharpened piece of 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 do it myself, so as not to let you have any evil thoughts."
Wang Guizhi turned her head slightly and glanced at the man who was supporting her son. The man nodded slightly, and then she quickly took Su Qiao to the kitchen.
It was pitch dark in the kitchen room, and only after Wang Guizhi lit the oil lamp hanging in the corner did there become light.
"What the hell is this place? Why isn't there even a light?"
Su Qiao is very speechless.
Are these people still living in ancient times?
In this 21st century, where even robots have been developed, oil lamps are still used for lighting.
Wang Guihua was fetching water and heating hot water while replying, "There are lights. The village chief uses a generator to generate electricity every night, but this kitchen is not used at night, so... so there are only oil lamps."
"You can't afford anything you want in this damn place. I really don't know how you can live in it."
Su Qiao stood by the kitchen door, leaning against the wall, paying attention to the kitchen and the outside.
When he spotted two knives on the table, a kitchen knife and a slightly curved Bone Scraper, he stepped forward and took the Bone Scraper in his hand.
"Girl, you can't do this. You might hurt yourself if you're not careful. This is what Dalong's father only uses when he helps kill pigs in the village. You..."
Su Qiao threw it, then caught it easily, holding a sword flower in the air, and said lightly Underground Passage: "Don't worry, I have used this thing often before, so I won't cut myself."
Looking at Wang Guizhi who was quietly looking at himself while putting away the bacon, Su Qiao rolled his eyes and suddenly came forward with a mysterious look on his face Underground Passage: "Do you know why I won't cut myself?"
"Because I usually use it to pick off other people's flesh."
Wang Guizhi was so frightened that he even dropped the match stick in his hand, and his whole body was trembling, "You, you, you... who are you?"