Before Xiao Xu finished speaking, he suddenly hiccupped himself, and glanced at Li Nanheng carefully as if he was very eager to survive. Seeing that Boss Li had not seemed to have been poked into any pain or angry expression. On the contrary, he seemed to be very satisfied with this situation that is now very weak and needs to be taken care of by Feng Ling and did not feel sad at all.

Tsk, I said that I would choose to go back to Li’s house or come to Feng Ling. In fact, I had never planned to choose. I had planned to get together with Feng Ling from the beginning.

After all, for so many years, whether they were at the base or later leaving the base, it seems that the two of them had very little time to spend alone in the world and were busy. As for the days they had lived in the jungle, Xiao Xu certainly didn't know, but he could guess something.

"Can you kill a chicken?" Xiao Xu looked at Feng Ling in a blink of an eye and asked a key question.

Feng Ling hesitated for a moment and replied: "Yes."

When Li Nanheng heard the word "心" and was about to ask Xiao Xu to clean the two chickens before leaving, Li Nanheng's voice was choked in his throat and stopped talking. He just raised his eyebrows and symbolically "looked" at the direction of the door.

Xiao Xu also felt it was unlikely and looked at Feng Ling seriously: "It really does? I have never seen you kill him."

"I can kill people, let alone killing chickens, isn't it just wiping my neck?" Feng Ling finished speaking lightly, and gave up some seats in front of the door: "Do you want to come in and sit?"

"No, no, no, no, I won't go in and sit down." Xiao Xu quickly took a step back, raised his hand and waved it as if he was resistant. He didn't know whether he was afraid of the two chickens on the ground or the boss Li on the sofa who had just said that he could not even beat the chicken. He glanced at Feng Ling with uneasy confidence: "Then remember to do it clean, but don't be covered with hair when stewing chicken soup at that time."

Feng Ling had a cold face: "Or why don't you stay and do it?"

"Forget it, I really can't stand this kind of sharp-mouthed thing. I dare to kill even if I change a snake. I'm afraid of this kind of thing." Xiao Xu waved his hand again: "I'm leaving. You should take good care of the boss and take good care of your body. Don't let our boss want to do it too much."

Feng Ling continued to glance at him coldly, thinking to himself, what else could Li Nanheng ask for in this state besides begging her to cook and help him to go to the bathroom?

After all, can patients who are seriously injured still behave like hooligans?

She didn't say anything, and Xiao Xu was very tactful and stopped talking. She wiped her nose and ran away like oily the soles of her feet.

Feng Ling closed the door, bent down and picked up the two chickens. Perhaps the two chickens knew that they were about to die, and their giggling sounds became more and more sharp. Feng Ling directly carried them into the kitchen.

After that, Li Nanheng did not hear any movements other than the rooster crowing inside. He was suspicious and stood up and was about to look for the direction of the kitchen to walk over, but suddenly he heard a few "Dangdang" sounds, and the rooster crowing was gone.

Feng Ling clapped his hands inside and then washed his hands and walked out. The two of them looked at each other and looked at him: "What are you doing?"

Li Nanheng: “…”

I can imagine the scene where she used something to knock the two chickens out of it just now.

Li Nanheng suddenly laughed, sat back on the sofa with a sigh: "It's really worthy of being the woman I taught."

Feng Ling glanced at him: "Boss Li, who personally taught me to kill people with a gun, would he feel that my hands are full of blood because I knocked two chickens out?"

"No, no." Li Nanheng laughed: "I'm afraid you are not decisive enough. If you are pecked by them again, I will feel distressed. They are all ordinary people standing at the top of the food chain. No one is more noble than anyone else. They are two chickens, after all, you have to kill fish tomorrow."

Feng Ling looked at him from afar: "I haven't forgotten your fish yet."

Li Nanheng leaned back on the sofa with a comfortable posture: "Well, there are chickens, fish and daughter-in-law, I'm afraid this life is the most perfect now."

Feng Ling ignored his flattery at this moment and said, "The food I just prepared is almost cold, and Xiao Xu didn't say he could leave it for a meal. If you don't eat it, I'll eat it myself."

Li Nanheng raised his hand on the sofa: "I can't find the dining table."

Feng Ling walked over to help him. When the man was helped up, he turned around and came over to smell it on her neck.

Feng Ling was so furious that he hurriedly hid to the side, looking at him inexplicably: "What are you smelling?"

"Smell it and see if there is any smell of chicken blood."

"...I haven't killed you yet. The meal is ready today. Let's talk about it tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow." Feng Ling helped him walk to the dining table and sat down, picked up the tableware and put it in his hand, then stood at the dining table and watched his hands slowly groping on the table, and asked, "Do you need me to feed you?"

Most of the days Li Nanheng was fed by people during his days in the hospital, because he couldn't see it. No matter what tableware he was using, it was indeed a bit difficult to find the right place where the bowl was placed.

But now he is rare to be discharged from the hospital, so he really doesn't want to be fed anymore, so he doesn't answer immediately. Instead, he reaches out to try and touch the edges of several bowls in front of him with the tableware.

Feng Ling probably saw his intention and stopped touching him, but simply pushed the dishes carefully and moved to a place where his tableware could easily reach. If there was a slight deviation, she would immediately push it over and let his tableware fall into the middle, just in time to pick up the dishes in the middle.

Li Nanheng tried to eat it himself, and the corner of his mouth curled: "It tastes good. Your cooking skills are much better than when you roast earthworms and cook wild poultry meat in the jungle. Why? Haven't you been busy with Feng's business in the past two years, and can you still have time to practice cooking secretly?"

"I haven't practiced, and I really don't have time. I know very little now, but at least I can eat enough." Feng Ling slowly moved the bowl in front of him when he went to pick up food, and said while moving: "During the time in the UK, and later in the Feng family, I was not used to being caring for someone around me, and Qin Shu couldn't cook, so I was used to making some food by myself occasionally. Maybe it was a little bit better, but it shouldn't be particularly obvious."

Li Nanheng chuckled, stretched out the tableware again, and then gently pressed the tableware on the edge of the soup plate in front of him with a faint feeling: "Okay, don't cooperate with me to move, I can almost find it right. At worst, sprinkle some soup and water and wipe it off. Just practice a few times, just sit down and eat together."

Feng Ling's movement of moving the dishes was actually very light, but he didn't expect that he could hear it.

She didn't say much, but just took a look at his accurate action of placing the tableware in. Although she was still a little unfamiliar, judging by Li Nanheng's adaptability, it was estimated that he would be no different from ordinary people when eating within two or three days.
Chapter completed!