Group favorite mommy is a big boss

"I don't know, I really don't know. Lord Zhan spare your life, Lord Zhan spare your life!"

Chen Cheng yelled in pain, begging for mercy constantly.

Zhan Mohan stopped fighting when he was tired.

He stood up straight and straightened his suit.

His face returned to his icy look.

He said, "Look carefully."

After saying that, he turned and left the hut.

When he got to the door, he saw Shi Cong who was standing at the door looking dumbfounded, he stretched out his hand and turned his head, and led him out of the hut.

After walking a certain distance, Zhan Mohan opened his mouth and said to Shi Cong, "Are you afraid?"

Shi Cong suddenly came back to his senses.

"Dad, the way you hit someone scares me a little!"

The corner of Zhan Mohan's mouth flashed a cold arc.

"If something happens to your mommy, I'm afraid it will be even crazier than before!"

He took a deep breath, in order not to scare the child, he held back the coldness on his body.

"You are my son, and you will definitely experience these similar things in the future. So, when I dealt with that person just now, I didn't avoid you.

You are the one who wants to protect your mother. You must be ruthless in addition to being good at fighting.Kindness to others is cruelty to oneself.

I wanted to kill him with a single shot just now, but your mother hasn't found it yet. If he still has any clues, I'll keep him.

In the future, do things by yourself, and don't leave any room for it. "

For a long time in the future, these words created Shi Cong's ruthless temper.

He never relents when dealing with enemies.

Once you make a move, it will be a situation where you die and I die.

Back at the main house, Zhan Mohan asked him to go upstairs to sleep.

He went to the study alone.

Chang An poured a cup of water and coffee from downstairs.

"Master Zhan, you want to drink coffee this evening, can you still sleep?"

Lord Zhan hasn't closed his eyes for several days, and he doesn't sleep today, how can his body bear it?
Zhan Mohan shook his head and said, "I can't sleep without drinking."

He drank some coffee, just trying to wake himself up.

Chang An knew that no matter how much he persuaded him now, he would not listen, so he shut up obediently.

Zhan Mohan picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip before he said, "I asked you to block all the entrances and exits, do you have any clues now?"

Chang An shook his head: "Not yet. Maybe the second young master has already left the imperial capital."

This is also Zhan Mohan's greatest concern.

If Zhan Jishen took Xiao Jin out of the imperial capital and then out of the country, how would the vast sea of ​​people find her?

"Maybe, let's lure the snake out of the hole!" Zhan Mo stared at the table in front of him thoughtfully, and said.

Chang An was puzzled: "How can you lure a snake out of its hole?"

The corner of Zhan Mohan's mouth twitched into a sneer: "Under great rewards, there must be a brave man! And the most important thing I need is money. I don't believe that people who are silent in Zhan will be indifferent to money!"

Chang An's eyes lit up as he understood what he wanted to do at home.

Master Zhan, this method is good.

He believes that it won't be long before he can hear from the young lady.

Here on the island.

Shi Jin came out of the kitchen with a spatula in hand.

The scarred man saw her come out angrily, and said in a helpless tone, "What's wrong with you?"

Shi Jin threw the spatula in front of him and said, "Did I tell you that this pot is not good, it's sticking. The ribs I just stewed were burnt!"

The scarred man glanced at the bottom of the pot, it was really dark.

"I don't know how to cook, and the pot is very particular. This pot can be used as long as it can be used. You can ask for more!"

Shi Jin gave him a blank look, and said, "It's fine if it's usable? Look at the sticky pan, the ribs are burnt, and it's still usable. I'm asking too much, so don't eat it!"

In the past few days, every time he cooks, he has to come over and eat.

He asked to change the pot, but he was still unwilling.

Then don't let him eat the food he cooked!

After eating the meals made by Shi Jin, he would die without wanting to eat instant noodles.

Hearing that she said that she would not cook for herself, the scarred man hurriedly begged for mercy.

"My aunt, I made a mistake. I will change the pot for you tomorrow. You can use the pot that is still usable. Hurry up and cook. I am almost starving to death."

Shi Jin glared at him, "Come in and help me, or you won't have your share!"

After leaving this sentence, she picked up the shovel that was still working and went into the kitchen.

The scarred man hurriedly followed.

"Miss Shi, what do you need me to do?"

Shi Jin pointed to a pair of dishes in the sink, and said, "Wash them clean, and then kill the chicken on the chopping board for me."

Washing dishes is ok.

Just slaughtering chickens made him feel difficult.

He can kill people, but how to kill chickens?

Shi Jin caught a glimpse of him facing the chicken in trouble, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile.

Don't think it can't cure you!

In the end, the scarred man picked up the knife and started butchering the chicken.

Because I hadn't slaughtered it before, I didn't know the strength of the first knife, and the whole chicken flew out.

The chicken rolled around on the ground and finally stopped.

When Shi Jin saw it, he couldn't help laughing.

"Oh my God, you are a grown man who can't butcher a chicken, you're laughing to death when you say it."

The scarred man was not convinced, and said: "Who won't, just wait and see!"

He angrily walked over to pick up the chicken on the ground, put it in the sink and rinsed it.

Put it back on the chopping board, pick up the knife, raise the knife and drop it, as if killing someone.

Kill!

Ding ding ding.

The phone rang suddenly, and the man with the scar frowned irritably.

He slaughtered the chicken with a knife in one hand and took out his phone with the other.

"Hey."

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"How are people?"

The man with the scar was excited all of a sudden: "Master, I'm here. Very good!"

That's right, the person who called was Zhan Ji Shen.

Hearing the sharp sound from his side, Zhan Ji Shen frowned in confusion: "What sound? What are you doing?"

The scarred man said without hesitation: "Kill the chicken!"

When Zhan Jishen heard his answer, his face darkened: "I told you to look at people, what are you doing butchering a chicken?"

The scarred man replied without thinking: "Cooking!"

The corner of Zhan Jishen's mouth twitched fiercely.

"When did you learn to cook?" Zhan Ji asked quietly.

"Where did I do it? It's Miss Shi's doing it. Master, come here and try her handicraft, it's really good!"

"Well, on the way here!"

Hearing these words, the scar man suddenly became excited.

"Grandpa, are you coming over?"

While Shi Jin was cooking, when he answered the phone, she had already pricked up her ears to listen.

When he heard that the person on the other end of the phone was coming, Shi Jin was full of doubts.

Who's calling?
Could it be Er Ye?
After hanging up the phone, the scarred man met Shang Shijin's eyes.

"What's wrong?" the scarred man asked.

Shi Jin came forward, took the knife in his hand, then pushed him away, raised the knife and dropped it, a whole chicken was slaughtered into chicken pieces of the same size in her hand.

Seeing this, the scarred man shrank his neck.

Why did he feel that what she slaughtered was not the chicken, but him.

"Grandma, what's the matter with you?"

Shi Jin slashed the knife heavily on the cutting board, and the knife stood upright firmly, making the scarred man's hairs stand on end.