The ugly wife of peasant family

"Help me kill the pheasant and clean it up."

Xia Xi says in a hurry.

Enough is enough. It really annoys people. She won't have good fruit to eat.

The housekeeper quickly took over and gave the pheasant to the guard at the door. He asked them to kill the pheasant. He later advised Fengche, "young master, you should go back and have a rest. When the pheasant is ready, I will call you."

Fengche urges the horse to go in.

"Wait!"

Xia Xi shouts. When Feng Che wants to look in her eyes, she says quickly, "I still need leaves, otherwise this chicken can't make the original flavor."

The housekeeper wanted to call her aunt. On such a cold winter day, all the leaves had already fallen off. Where can I get them?

"Big ones."

Xia Xi added.

"Good wind!"

The wind Che extrudes these two words from the cleft of teeth, then the whole body sends out the angry urge horse to go in.

Feng an

After searching inside and outside the villa, I finally picked some leaves of flowers in the villa and held them in front of Xia Xi.

Xia Xi took it, raised it to the nose and smelled, "it's not very good, just make do with it."

Feng an

Trying to resist the impulse of unscrewing Xia Xi's head, he turned and entered the villa.

Fengzhong stays. The housekeeper wants to go back to the villa.

After two steps, he turned back.

The guard cleaned the pheasant and brought it back.

Xia Xi has raised the fire in the pit, took it, threw the water clean, and ordered the guard, "get some water, and some mud."

Guard

Don't dare to move. Look at the housekeeper.

The housekeeper waved his hand and escorted him back to the villa. He drew water and turned the earth he had just dug into mud.

Xia Xi spread the seasoning evenly from the villa, wrapped the pheasant with leaves, and then picked up a handful of mud and put it on the leaves.

Housekeeper

Feng Zhong

Guard

Several people's mouths were drawn straight, and the guard did not dare to look at them any more, so they quickly stepped back to the door and honestly guarded their own door.

Feng Zhong looked up at the sky and felt that today's sky was particularly dark, as if it meant that someone could not see the sun tomorrow.

The Butler's lips moved, trying to stop it.

Xia Xi's action was too fast. She wrapped the pheasant in mud a few times, and then felt that it was not enough. She put another layer on it.

In the winter, the housekeeper felt that he was sweating, "Xia, madam Xia..."

"Well."

Xia Xi is absorbed in daubing the mud and answers casually.

With trembling fingers, the housekeeper pointed to the pheasant covered with mud, "this, this, this..."

Xia Xi has smeared evenly, put the pheasant in the pit just dug, "steward, don't worry, I promise you, this is the purest chicken called Huaji, only this one."

Then he threw the pheasant on the fire.

Feng Zhong

Housekeeper

Feng Zhong didn't want to see it any more, so he turned around and went into the villa.

The housekeeper was so anxious that the tip of his nose was sweating. He wanted to persuade Xia Xi, but the pheasant had already been thrown in, and the persuasion was useless. He was so anxious that he walked back and forth.

This is the game that the master came to fight in the afternoon. It was ruined. When the master knew it, he was not angry. They all had to eat melon.

Xia Xi put her hands close to each other in her sleeves and sat guarding the fire. She was warm all over. She watched the housekeeper keep walking and kindly advised her,

"Housekeeper, come and sit down, too."

Where can the housekeeper sit? He stares at the crowed chicken in the fire. He wants to let the guard snatch it out. I don't know if it's too late?

In the villa, after Fengche finished cleaning, he sat on the reclining chair. His anger had not completely dissipated. He was biting his teeth and thought that if the chicken was not delicious, he would have to let the ugly woman go to the mountain and catch a pheasant for him.

However, after waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for the housekeeper to call him.

Feng Che frowned, stood up and strode out.

"Young master."

As soon as he opened the door and stepped out, Feng an called to him in a nervous voice.

The breeze Che sees him one eye, didn't speak, direct outward walk.

Feng an and Feng Zhong take a look at each other and catch up with each other. They persuade each other in a very urgent voice,

"Young master, I just..."

"Young master, go back to your room first..."

Feng Che stopped and gave them a light look.

They both shut up at the same time.

"What's the matter?"

The wind is clear and the voice is cold.

"That's it, lady Xia. She's outside the villa..."

Feng an dare not hide, want to tell him, heart know his temper, and dare not say, stuttering.

Before he finished his words, Feng Che's eyes narrowed. He felt that Xia Xi had done something bad to the pheasant. His face sank and he strode to the outside of the villa.

It was completely dark, and the burning fire was particularly obvious.

For nearly an hour, the housekeeper also wandered around, and his legs were sore. He simply sat down beside the fire, staring at the fire with blank eyes.

Xia Xi's mouth was full of smile, and she was talking to the housekeeper.

The housekeeper answered weakly.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the housekeeper suddenly turned back and saw that the wind came out, the cold sweat came out again, and the dry inner garment was wet again in a moment. He stood up in a panic, "young master."

Feng Che's brow has already wrinkled together, "what are you doing?"

"It's called Huaji."

Xia Xi answers naturally, and then bends down to smell it with her nose. There is a faint fragrance coming out. She looks up and says with a smile, "you come at the right time. It's cooked right away. It's best to eat while it's hot."

Housekeeper

Feng an

Feng Zhong

At the same time, looking at Xiang Fengche, I feel that Xia Xi is going to have bad luck.

Fengche's face is really black, but not angry. Instead, he stares at Xia Xi fiercely, squeezing out from his teeth word by word, "do you call Huaji here?"

"Otherwise, I'd like to do it in the kitchen, but there's nothing I want to use."

"And the pheasant?"

Xia Xi pointed to the fire, "under it?"

The wind is clear and the forehead is blue.

Leaving the pheasant under the fire? So long ago, even the belt bone has been roasted!

Gnash your teeth, "you ugly woman!"

The housekeeper, Feng an and Feng Zhong step back at the same time and look at Xia Xi sympathetically. The young master has never had such a big fire. Xia Xi is going to have bad luck.

But Xia Xi didn't realize it. She asked, "how is it?"

The three stepped back at the same time.

"The pheasant is gone, and you don't have to live."

Wind Che word by word from the teeth forced out.

"What if it's delicious?"

Xia Xi asked.

"The day after tomorrow, the craftsman will show up at the door of your shop."

"Good!"

Xia Xi smilingly should, picked up a thick point of the stick, careful to burn the fire open, revealing the inside of a black lump.

The housekeeper couldn't bear to look directly at him and turned his head.

Feng an and Feng Zhong also look down at their toes.

Xia Xi carefully pulled out the chicken with a stick and handed it directly to Feng Che, "OK, try it."