The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 14
"What kind of chicken soup are you cooking?"

At nightfall, Yin's angry voice sounded in the courtyard,

"A good chicken that can only lay eggs, you ruined it for me!"

"I see you are working so hard, so I want you to have a sip of chicken soup when you come back at night, so you don't have to cook."

The immature child who seemed aggrieved replied.

"That can't be so cheap, look, what are you cooking?"

Yin's voice suddenly became weaker, and most of the anger in his words dissipated.

"Forget it, it's just a chicken. Our family is not bad now. This kid now knows how to help you share it. How filial."

The honest and honest Feng Shouli quickly persuaded, although it is a pity that this hen can only lay eggs, but it has been cooked in the pot, so what's the use of getting angry at the child?

"Feng Shouli, don't pretend to be a good person there. Come here and taste this pot of chicken soup your son cooked. This kid doesn't know how much salt was poured into it. Is this for people to eat?"

Hearing this, Father Feng stepped forward to take a spoonful with a soup ladle, and after taking a sip, his rough face from the sun and rain wrinkled up, it was so salty, it was really inedible.

"How much salt did you put?"

Feng Shouli turned his head to look, and stood obediently aside, looking like a gentle child.

"I don't know, I released it based on my feeling. Is it too much?"

Feng Qing'an was also a little uncertain, because the chicken exploded suddenly, and the chicken blood didn't have time to release, so he added a little more salt to the soup and boiled it for a long time.

"Add more water to this soup!"

Feng Shouli turned back to follow Yin's, then stared at Feng Qing'an again, and said earnestly,
"The gentleman stays away from the kitchen, you are a scholar, you just need to study at ease, and your mother can do the cooking and cooking, so don't meddle in it anymore!"

"A gentleman stays away from the kitchen. It doesn't mean that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen. What it really means is..."

Feng Qing'an wanted to popularize science, but no one listened to him anymore. Don't look at Feng Shouli consoling and persuading Yin, in fact, this honest farmer feels very distressed, this is a chicken that can only lay eggs.

"I probably can't be a gentleman!"

Feng Qing'an, who left the kitchen, went to the yard, looked at the fresh little lives in the yard, and sighed quite consciously.

A gentleman must have a heart of benevolence and righteousness, and he must practice "Introduction of Spirits and Alchemy of Blood", and the objects of practice can only be these chickens and ducks.Except for poultry, there is no other living thing for him to practice.

Wang!Wang!
Seeing Feng Qing'an's figure, the puppies running around in the yard rushed over immediately, frolicking one by one for a long time, until the sound of Yin's calling him to eat, Feng Qing'an came in. house.

"Eat, this is all ruined by you!"

A bowl full of chicken soup was brought and placed on the dining table, but it was the closest to Feng Qing'an, even his short arms could reach it.

"Father, mother, eat!"

After Feng Qing'an gulped for a while, he realized that he was the only one sticking his chopsticks into the chicken soup bowl, while his parents were just picking up some vegetables.

"This chicken soup tastes bad, eat it yourself!"

There was a disgusted expression on Yin's face.

"Eat it, I don't like chicken!"

Feng Shouli smiled while holding a large bowl.

"..."

The child didn't speak, just lowered his head and continued to work. He had heard too many similar words, and he always had various excuses. In the past, he would believe it when he was ten years old, but in this life, he will no longer believe such words up.

Feng Qing'an stretched out his chopsticks, fished out a piece of chicken from the soup bowl, took a bite, chewed for a while, his greasy face wrinkled suddenly, and then opened his mouth to spit out, the chewed chicken was mixed with rice The crumbs fell into the bowl.

"what happened?"

Seeing her son spit out the food in his mouth, Yin immediately asked with concern.

"This meat doesn't taste right!"

"What's wrong? Is it salty? It's your fault for adding too much salt!"

"No, no, the taste is very strange, I can't tell, there is something wrong with it, it's different from what I ate before!"

Feng Qing'an frowned with a serious face.

"What's wrong?"

Yin Shi was a little surprised, and stretched out her chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken, took a bite, chewed for a while, looked at Feng Qing'an,

"This smell, there's nothing wrong with it!"

"There is a problem, mother, your mouth is wrong, father, try a piece, my mother can't taste it!"

Feng Qing'an cast his eyes on his father, listening to the conversation between the two women, Feng Shouli was also a little puzzled, picked up a piece of meat from the soup bowl, chewed it repeatedly, he was also puzzled,
"What's wrong with this? It's so fresh!"

"Your mouths are wrong!"

Feng Qing'an muttered, and under the watchful eyes of his parents, he picked up another piece of meat, chewed it for a while, frowned, and opened his mouth to spit it into the bowl again.

"There's something wrong with this meat, isn't it a plague chicken?"

"Bullshit!"

"Don't talk nonsense, how could it be a plague chicken?"

The couple immediately reprimanded the child who had done so much, and they both took out a piece from the soup bowl, tasted it carefully, and verified each other to confirm that the meat was fine.

"It is estimated that water was added and boiled again later, so the taste is a bit wrong, so Erniu thinks it is strange!"

Feng Shouli finds out the reason for his son's abnormal taste.

"This mouth is too picky. If it is a famine year, you will starve to death with just this mouth. Hurry up and eat up your bowl of rice, not a single grain of rice will be left!"

Yin Shi scolded.

"Oh!"

Feng Qing'an cleaned his bowl with a few mouthfuls, and after eating, he looked at his parents and said,
"This bowl of chicken soup, you two can eat it if you like it, I will never touch it, the taste is too strange!"

"I love it or not!"

Yin said impatiently.

"The taste is not right, it's just that you can't taste it!"

Feng Qing'an muttered and went back to his room, but after closing the door, he couldn't help but smack his mouth, savoring the taste of chicken.

The parents of the two lives are so alike, wishing to give all the good things to their children.

But, he really can't eat a whole pot of chicken soup!Let's finish eating together as a family, isn't it good?
Now his family does not lack this point. Feng Qing'an adapts very quickly to the leap-forward improvement in the quality of life, because he already enjoyed a better life, but his parents still stay in the past, living a comfortable life Soso's life.

Just like his father's manners and etiquette, he can be a landlord comfortably and enjoy the life of being a lord, but he still has to carry a hoe to work in the field.

His mother, the Yin family, didn't go anywhere, she did everything by herself, obviously with the current family background, she could raise a few maids, hire a few long-term workers, and enjoy herself comfortably, but they just couldn't calm down.

In this regard, Feng Qing'an also had no choice but to use some clever tricks occasionally.

(End of this chapter)