There is a fat black lotus in Shoufu's family

Chapter 22

"Chicken? What chicken? I haven't bought it yet. You want to eat chicken."

Liu Zao'er, who was not yet fully awake, said something in a daze.

Qin Sanlang frowned, got up from the bed, put on his coat, and limped open the door.

I saw a rooster eating something in the vegetable planting place in their yard.

Qin Sanlang squinted his eyes, then thought of something, and hurried out, holding a stick to drive away.

"roll!"

Liu Zao'er was obviously awakened by the movement, and leaned against the door in a daze, looking at the situation in the yard.

Seeing a wild chicken is still a wonder.

How could there be a chicken, seeing her little Xianggong chasing her away, it seemed that she wanted to drive it away, and the drowsiness disappeared immediately.

"Sanggong, Xianggong, stop! This is chicken!! Meat!! Don't you want to eat chicken!!"

Liu Zao'er quickly snatched the stick from Qin Sanlang's hand, and fixed her eyes on the rooster.

"Master, stay away, this rooster will be our family's in the future!"

Qin Saburo:
"This is probably a chicken that was lost by someone else's house. Maybe they will find it."

"So what, come to my place, it's mine!!"

Qin Sanlang saw that Liu Zao'er looked like a tyrant, he couldn't help but paused, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice.

Shaking his head, "Don't worry about it, the house is so small, it can't house those animals."

Liu Zao'er snorted softly, "If you can't raise one, you have to raise it with me! You little scholar, you really don't know people's sufferings. This is a chicken. We haven't had chicken soup for a long time!"

Qin Sanlang chuckled twice, "Didn't you bring roast chicken twice last time? It's also chicken."

When it comes to roast chicken, Liu Zaoer twitched her mouth twice, still thinking, "Can roast chicken compare to chicken soup? When I catch it, we might have chicken soup tonight."

Qin Sanlang didn't want to discuss this issue any more, "Catch it if you want, I'll get you some food."

Liu Zao'er stared blankly, "Go, don't get tired, I'll help you later."

Qin Sanlang's thin body moved towards the direction of the kitchen, and when he heard Liu Zao'er's words, the corner of his mouth twitched, but a smile flashed across his face that he couldn't even notice.

Liu Zao'er stared at the rooster with fiery eyes, narrowing her eyes slightly, neither one person nor the rooster moved, just to see who could lose their temper first.

After a while, Liu Zao'er cautiously leaned towards the rooster. The rooster seemed to think that Liu Zao'er could not threaten it, so it didn't even hide, so Liu Zao'er grabbed it by the neck.

"Hahahaha, I caught you! Xiao Mian, you are the only chicken who still wants to fight with me, it seems that you can only make our chicken soup!!"

Liu Zao'er carried the rooster happily and walked into the kitchen, "Master, tonight, let's drink chicken soup to nourish your body!"

Qin Sanlang's eyes fell on the rooster, and his cold voice sounded, "Maybe it's someone else's rooster, so don't move it. When the owner of the rooster finds us, we will lose money if we don't get it."

Liu Zao'er snorted coldly, and he didn't expect the chicken in his hand to fly away like this, "Who's chicken will accidentally run to our house, and the neighbors next to us are Aunt Zhang's family, and the other neighbors are not separated from each other." Is it far? It's a pheasant!"

Seeing that Liu Zao'er was determined to kill the chicken, Qin Sanlang silently looked away.

"It's up to you, you can do whatever you want, but if the owner comes to the door, you still have to pay for what should be paid."

Liu Zaoer:
"What do you pay for? If I catch it myself, it's my own!" '

Qin Sanlang ignored Liu Zao'er's muttering to himself, and had some thoughts in his heart.

Liu Zao'er: "Master, boil some more water, and I'll kill this chicken!"

Qin Sanlang pursed his lips, but still added dry materials to the stove.

At noon, a large pot of chicken soup was placed in the middle of the table.

Liu Zao'er hurriedly served a bowl of chicken soup for her skinny husband-in-law.

"Eat more, you are too thin."

Qin Sanlang's eyes flickered, he hummed silently, and started eating with chopsticks.

"You won't eat the chicken feet. If you eat the chicken feet, your characters will not look good. Your husband's characters must not be affected!"

Qin Saburo:
"It's all lies."

Liu Zao'er: "This is not a lie, it is backed by facts! Otherwise, why would my handwriting be so ugly?"

Qin Sanlang looked surprised, "Your handwriting is ugly, and it has something to do with chicken feet. If it's ugly, you can correct it if you practice hard."

Liu Zao'er choked up, and immediately interrupted the other party's idea of ​​asking her to practice calligraphy.

"Okay, let's eat, let's not talk about other things. After eating, we will go to you to practice."

Qin Sanlang paused his fingers, and hummed softly.

After tidying up, Liu Zao'er and Qin Sanlang rushed to the private school, met the master of the private school, and led the young husband forward with a generous bundle of smiles.

"Master Zhang."

Mrs. Zhang is a scholar with gray hair, but he is old and has no idea of ​​getting fame, so he opened a private school to make a living.

Zhang Fuzi looked at Liu Zao'er, and Qin Sanlang, who was thin but still handsome beside him, there was a huge gap between them.

Even though he didn't know Qin Sanlang personally, he felt pity for him from the bottom of his heart.

Why did he marry such a woman, his whole life might be ruined.

Liu Zao'er didn't know what he was thinking, raised her dark and round face, and said with a smile, "My husband is very smart, can Master accept this student?"

Master Zhang stroked his beard, "Shu Xiu has paid enough, so I will accept it naturally."

When Liu Zao'er heard this, her heart settled down, "Master Zhang, don't worry, Shu Xiu is ready."

Mr. Zhang looked at it twice, nodded in satisfaction, and the matter of Qin Sanlang's private school was settled.

On the way back, Liu Zao'er was still saying, "It turns out that the rules of going to a private school are no different from ours, as long as the money is in place."

Qin Sanlang limped and followed Liu Zao'er, "It's just a private school, you can get into it as long as you are a master, but it's difficult to go up, not just a master."

Liu Zao'er was probably also prepared in her heart.

"It doesn't matter, I believe in Xianggong's strength, he can do anything! As long as you are concerned about Shuxiu, you don't have to worry about it at all, but you have to rely on yourself to study."

In this regard, she can't help at all.

Qin Sanlang lowered his eyes, he didn't know what kind of emotion he was in, so he hummed complicatedly.

She seems to have really changed, and it should be different.

From the very beginning, Liu Zao'er did not hide her behavior in front of Qin Sanlang, nor was she afraid of being suspected because she was different from the original owner.

She was not the original owner in the first place, no matter how imitated she would not be similar.

She also doesn't want to be someone else's substitute, it's so tiring.

(End of this chapter)