Chapter 259 Chapter 25 Chicken Soup Sacrifice

Everyone stopped talking, and silently looked at Grandpa who bowed his head in meditation.The water in the pot has boiled, and the boiling water lifted the blackened pot cover, bursts of aroma wafted out of it, and penetrated into the greedy nose.The tongs in the young woman's hand also stopped moving, and the fire at the bottom of the pot gradually became smaller. "Hey, pay attention to the fire. The chicken needs to be boiled for a while. Otherwise, Miss Seven will feel that the meat will be tight when she eats it." Grandpa stopped the hand that was counting, took the tongs and stuffed the straw into the bottom of the pot.Immediately the flames grew bigger again.

Wen Sazi joked: "Master Ma, it would be great if I could cook a chicken for her. I don't care if she can bite or not? Besides, Miss Seven is already a ghost, so how can she have teeth? She just needs to smell the chicken." Just smell it. I think it’s almost burnt, and it’s ready to serve. After you’re done toasting Miss Seven, I’ll pick up two chopsticks and try the taste. I haven’t eaten chicken for a long time. I don’t know what you are doing, old lady. As for the chickens, my family’s chickens that are less than the size of a fist will die of chicken plague, and feeding them salt water doesn’t help.”

"Since it's already cooked, let's cook it well." The young woman retorted Wen Sazi, and then she turned her head and asked her grandfather, "What's wrong with the stone worship you're talking about? How do you know that my mother must have moved someone's worship?" Where is the stone?" Grandpa picked up the ashes under the straw, and there was a lot of space under the straw. The flames shot out from the gaps in the straw, licking the black bottom of the pot like a snake letter, as if it was also greedy for the chicken in the pot. Grandpa habitually knocked on the tongs and said: "Your mother not only simply moved other people's worship stones, but also often stepped on them. Because of this, your mother will feel like being pressed by the stone slabs. This It's revenge by worshiping the stone. It deliberately pressed your mother in reverse, just to warn your mother not to step on it again."

"You often step on worship stones?" The young woman's eyes widened in disbelief.Wen Sazi's attention finally left the chicken in the pot, and turned to the topic grandpa was talking about. "You said that her old man often stepped on other people's worship stones? Isn't it? You said that it's fine if she accidentally stepped on it once or twice. Maybe she accidentally stepped on a barren cemetery when going up the mountain to cut firewood, or which road she took I stumbled over someone’s grave when I was there. It’s all justifiable. But you said that she often stepped on stones, it’s impossible.” Wen Sazi squinted at his grandfather, his mouth crooked as if he was angry with someone .

"Could it be that the foundation of our house was originally a cemetery?" The young woman had a whim. "Impossible." The old lady said, "When the house was built, bamboo leaves and rice were sprinkled. Even if it was used as a cemetery, it should be fine." Especially when the ground is broken in spring, such as repairing the ground, When digging holes for sweet potatoes, they would scatter some bamboo leaves and rice on the moved soil to show comfort to the land god not to blame. "That's weird. I calculated it to be like this." Grandpa was also puzzled.

"You must have pinched it wrong. How about you pinch it again?" Wen Sazi said. Grandpa shook his head: "I usually don't do the calculations again, it's what comes out." Wen Sazi was a little dissatisfied, his eyes slanted even more, and he said in a habitually teasing tone: "Your nephew will ask him to check the test paper again after finishing the test paper." The me on the side wanted me to persuade Grandpa to do the calculation again.I pretended not to see it. But young women don't ask grandpa to recalculate.She asked the old lady: "Think again, see if you have offended Bai Shi somewhere."

"No." The old lady insisted.Her expression was not fake. "I think it's Master Ma's nonsense. Hehe, Master Ma, don't blame me for speaking badly. I'm just a straightforward person. Hey, the chicken is ready. Go and get a chopstick." Wen Sazi lifted the lid of the rice cooker, He inhaled desperately through his nose on the rising steam.I feel like he's one of Mr. Ichimokugo. I just had this idea, but Wen Sazi thought of it with me.He smiled at me and said, "Just now, Mr. Ichimogosu wanted to suck on me, but now I am here to suck on the chicken. Haha. Master Ma, tell me, Mr. Ichimogo is sucking on others Time, is it as enjoyable as us people breathing these breaths?"

"How do I know? Go and ask Mr. Ichimokugo." Grandpa laughed. The young woman brought a bamboo chopstick.When I saw a single chopstick, I immediately thought of the situation where Miss Seven became a chopstick. Wen Sazi took a single chopstick and poked at the chicken in the pot.The chopsticks easily pierced the skin of the chicken. "It's ripe, it's ripe." Wen Sazi licked his lips and almost salivated three feet long. "Miss Seven can bite this time. Bring a bowl, and I'll fill up the chicken and chicken soup." Wen Sazi didn't restrain himself at all here, as if this was his home, as if he slaughtered the chicken It's like giving it to Seventh Girl to eat.

The young woman brought a sea bowl. Wen Sazi put all the chicken pieces into a bowl with a spoon, and lifted the rice pot to pour in the soup.There were a few chicken bones that were stripped of meat at the bottom of the pot, and it looked like the chicken was overcooked.No more, no less, exactly one bowl.At that time, the chickens raised in the countryside were all native-raised, and it was considered a big chicken that could cook a bowl.Unlike now, even farm-raised chickens eat feed and are twice the size of chickens in the past, but the chicken is no longer as fresh as it used to be, and it tastes dull.

Then it was Grandpa's turn to play.Grandpa brought the sea bowl to the place where Seven Girls appeared just now, put three sticks of incense in the place where the chicken blood was sprinkled, read some words that I couldn't understand, and then motioned us not to go near that place. We stood far away for a while, quietly looking at the bowl of steaming and fragrant chicken.I imagined a beautiful woman coming in from the door, and without saying hello to any of us, she approached the sea bowl on tiptoe.The appearance of that woman should be the same as the beautiful woman the old lady had seen who had raised chickens and ducks all her life but had never eaten chicken.

Maybe she came here smelling the smell of chicken, maybe it was the incomprehensible words that grandpa said just now summoned her.Anyway, here she is.There is also a steaming bowl of chicken waiting for her.