Apart from him, Lang Hongyi and I are probably going to have to use a lot of brains to do this.
That means we need to interrogate the chubby little weasel in our hands and ask what are the reasons for these strange things that happened in the Liu family!
When it comes to causing mischief and cheating, Zhang Wei ranks himself second, and no one dares to claim to be first!
After this guy understood what we were thinking, he asked Lang Hongyi to tie the hind legs and tail of the little weasel and hang it upside down on the beam above the stove.
Below is the open cauldron and an unlucky little hen that Zhang Wei caught from Liu's chicken coop.
It has been disemboweled, thrown into the boiling water with a bang, and the hair is shaved off, and then it will be stewed.
At this moment, the room was full of the fishy smell of chicken being cooked until it was cooked halfway. I stayed far away and watched Zhang Wei tossing himself.
But the little weasel, which had been intoxicated by the heat, was drooling and dripping into the cauldron.
It looked like a greedy thing, and the two free little paws in front kept kicking back and forth.
After Zhang Wei cleaned up the water used to scald the chicken feathers in the pot, he poured in oil, sautéed the chopped green onions, sliced ginger and aniseed until fragrant, and put the little hen into the pot with a sizzling sound.
When the room began to smell fragrant, the drooling little thing even made a squeaking sound from its mouth, which was like the sound of a big mouse, with an anxious tone.
His nose twitched back and forth, his hands were still clenched into fists, and he kept bowing to Zhang Wei. During this period, the chatter in his mouth never stopped.
"Want to eat?" Zhang Wei stirred the chicken in the pot with a spatula and asked towards the small thing hanging above.
Unexpectedly, the little thing completely understood Zhang Wei's words. His little black eyes were filled with expectations. While bowing to Zhang Wei, he nodded fiercely and drooled again and fell into the pot.
Zhang Wei quickly used the pot lid to block it. If his saliva fell in, the pot of chicken would be in vain.
"Be careful, do you think it's disgusting or not? If you start drooling again, I'll throw you into the pot to stew!"
Maybe this threat really worked. The little thing used its front two paws to wipe back and forth on its pointed mouth.
Seeing this, Lang Hongyi and I couldn't help but laugh.
This scene of human-animal interaction is really so loving.
The chicken was stewed quickly, and Zhang Wei was not afraid of burning it. He stretched out his hand to pinch the big bone in the pot, then pulled off a chicken thigh, held it in his hand, and brought it to his nose to smell it.
He looked like he was enjoying it and closed his eyes slightly. It was like being intoxicated. The black eyes of the little thing on the pot table had never left Zhang Wei's hand since the pot was started.
When Zhang Wei brought the drumstick closer to him, the little thing was so happy that he opened his pointed mouth and extended his two little claws forward in a very humane way, apparently wanting to hold the big drumstick in his arms.
Here, the rhythm of gnawing begins.
"Hey, do you want to eat? Are you hungry?"
Zhang Wei was so evil that when the little thing was about to lick the chicken leg, he backed away ruthlessly.
Although the two of them seemed to be in harmony when they were stewing chicken, don't forget that it was this little guy who just used Huang Jiaxian's unique ability to torment Zhang Wei, and Zhang Wei was still holding back his energy to take revenge.
Zhang Wei opened his cheeks and began to sweep away the chicken legs in his hand, eating all the meat in just a few bites.
After finishing eating, he clicked his mouth, licked the oil stains on his lips, and commented on his cooking skills, "Tsk, tsk, it's a bit bland. I forgot to add the cooking wine. It's a little fishy, but the taste is okay!"
The chicken legs were gone, and the little guy who was already crazy with greed began to beg for mercy at the bones in Zhang Wei's hand. There was no meat, so he could just chew some bones. It was considered a calcium supplement!
The child is still young, so don’t waste your bones!
But who is Zhang Wei? He understood the information in the foodie's eyes instantly, and with a proud and irritating hand, he threw the bones into the still-burning stove hole.
This little thing is so distressed. Even the hairs on the big tail that are tied up stand on end. I believe that if he were free now, he would most likely have jumped on Zhang Wei's face and grabbed him with all his hands and feet.
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We said we wanted Zhang Wei to take revenge, but when we saw Zhang Wei became playful, we immediately took out all the chicken from the pot and sat down on the edge of the stove very close to the little thing.
It shocked my stomach one bite at a time, and finally burned all the bones.
When there was only the last chicken leg left, the smell could be smelled on it, and the little thing was so anxious that his saliva could fill the boat, and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
The screams kept getting louder and louder, becoming more and more tragic.
I know the time has come.
He snatched the last piece of chicken leg from Zhang Wei's hand, shook it with a smile on his face, and asked, "Little one, why don't you say anything?"
Zhang Wei seemed to have not eaten enough, and was still thinking about the bit of meat in my hand. He muttered unconvincedly, "Sanman, stop making trouble. He is just a little beast. There is no way he can talk. Don't waste your time."
"Little guy, this is a pig. You can see him chewing up a chicken no slower than you. The chicken legs were given to him but they were gone in an instant..."
The first time the plate returned to Zhang Wei's hand, the little thing was really anxious. He no longer hid his ability and started shouting. His voice sounded like a child of several years old, with a bit of sharpness, "No, no, no, that guy
It’s just a fucking pig! The chicken legs are mine!”
Zhang Wei suddenly heard that a weasel could really speak. He was shocked, but he was not afraid. After all, the weasel said nothing nice about him.
At that moment, he started fighting like a child fighting and bickering, "You are a pig, and you don't even look at your little one. You are so fat. You are a pig, and your whole family is a pig!"
"Okay, if you dare to scold my whole family, Third Grandma, help me, someone is calling you a pig!"
Just when Zhang Wei opened his mouth, I realized that something was wrong. This unlucky boy was too quick to talk, and he always quarreled when he quarreled. Why was he still playing in a group attack? It seemed like something bad was going to happen.
I quickly stepped forward and snatched the chicken leg from Zhang Wei's hand, stuffed it into his open mouth, and stopped him from howling loudly, interrupting the call for reinforcements.
The chicken legs went straight to the throat. The little thing choked and rolled his eyes, but he still refused to spit out the meat in his mouth.
Lang Hongyi had quick hands and quick eyes, and he also knew that nothing could happen to this little thing, so he pulled his hanging body down, lifted him up, and stood quietly beside me.
In the room, apart from Zhang Wei's unconvinced shouts, the only thing left was the little thing in Lang Hongyi's hand, his two little claws pulling out the big chicken leg that almost choked him to death, and the sound of the meat and bones crunching.
"Look, look who is a pig, look at the way you eat, your adults have been starving you for three and a half years, why don't they choke you to death!" As he said this, he still didn't understand and hated the fact that the chicken legs were snatched away from him, right on the little thing's side.
A slap on the back of the head.
No matter how I look at it, it looks like Uncle Wu’s actions when he beat Zhang Wei?