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Chapter 225 Slaughtering Chickens and Ducks

Killed the fish, because Ji Weiguo has no home, so Ji Xian can only kill chickens and ducks. Li Shufen has to be busy washing vegetables and lobsters later, so she has no time.

Qian Shuixian followed Ji Xian, rubbed his hands together and said, "Brother Xian, is it scary to kill a chicken?"

He has never slaughtered chickens and ducks. These things are done by Qian Fu at home, or taken to a special slaughterhouse. He has an inexplicable fear of killing, especially when he sees the blood of animals. It was like a cat's paws were scratching my heart, it was extremely frightening, and my scalp was numb.

Who would have believed that a person who fights fiercely would be afraid of killing chickens? If this matter gets to the ears of friends Qian Shuixian knows, he will die of laughter.

Ji Xian held a kitchen knife in his hand, the blade was sharp and exuded a cold light, he said without turning his head, "What's so scary, isn't it just killing a chicken? It's over with one knife, without even blinking."

Hearing this description, Qian Shuixian became suspicious, it's really that simple, you won't lie to me, right?
He couldn't help but eager to try, his eyes glowed with hope, and said: "You can kill chickens later, can you entrust me with the task of killing ducks? I want to try."

Ji Xian stopped, turned around, stared into his good brother's eyes, and said doubtfully, "Can you do that? Don't let the duck fail to be killed and be splattered with blood."

A good brother has always been unreliable and failed more than he succeeded, so Ji Xian was a little worried when he was asked to come.

Qian Shuixian patted his chest, looking confident, and said confidently: "It's ok, you believe me, I may be a little bit short of doing other things, but it's more than enough to kill a duck."

After hesitating again and again, looking at the sincere eyes of his good brother, Ji Xian agreed: "Okay, I'll leave the duck to you. Just take it easy."

The two went to the backyard, caught the chickens and ducks they bought, and walked outside with one each.

Ji Xian squatted by the side of the gutter, and said: "Put the duck in your hand on the ground first, come over and help me hold the chicken's feet."

"Got it."

Qian Shuixian put the duck on the ground. The duck was tied and couldn't run away. It could only quack.

He pressed down on the chicken's foot, held it tightly with both hands, and said in surprise: "This chicken is quite strong."

Ji Xian plucked a pinch of feathers from the chicken's neck, and when he found the right position, his sharp sword-like eyes flashed, and he raised the knife in his hand, the blood of the chicken gushed out from the neck, and at the same time, the chicken also began to struggle violently .

"Press OK."

He hastily reminded Qian Shuixian, Qian Shuixian looked at the chicken blood pouring out continuously, his stomach was overwhelmed, goose bumps popped out, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

"Ok!"

Suppressing his nausea, he turned his head aside, not to watch the bloody scene.

Ji Xian brought over the bowl prepared in advance, and signaled his good brother to raise the chicken's legs, and the blood of the chicken flowed into the bowl.

Ten seconds later, the chicken was completely dead, not struggling, and walked peacefully.

"I'm going, it's really disgusting, I almost threw up, brother Xian, how can you bear it!"

Qian Shuixian quickly let go of the rooster's feet, stepped back a few steps, and opened the distance, with disgust written all over his face.

Ji Xian curled his lips and said, "What's so disgusting? Don't be surprised if you get used to it. Once you have experienced it more, you will naturally get used to it."

He learned how to kill chickens and ducks in junior high school. Over the years, many chickens and ducks died in his hands.

"Go to the kitchen and get a bucket, the yellow one, and bring some boiling water."

After receiving the instruction, Qian Shuixian went without saying a word. What he wanted most now was to stay away from the scene and didn't want to stay for a second longer. It was too irritating and very unfriendly to him.

Ji Xian lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of green smoke, and sighed: "Young people these days lack masculinity! They are afraid to kill a chicken, they are too incompetent. How can we build a prosperous and strong country if this continues?"

Not long after, Qian Shuixian arrived with hot water, and Ji Xian brought the chicken into it, clapped his hands and said, "Go, don't you want to kill the duck?"

He brought the squawking duck to his good brother and motioned him to catch it with his eyes. Qian Shuixian took it with a little fear. Suddenly, something black fell down and happened to fall on Qian Shuixian's shoes.

The two lowered their heads at the same time, and saw clearly that it was a lump of duck droppings.

"Damn it, what the hell is it?"

Qian Shuixian yelled, Ji Xian laughed loudly and said, "It's awesome, shit luck is not gone, duck shit luck is gone."

He really admired it, this duck is too funny!
"Damn, I originally wanted to spare your life, but now it seems that keeping you is a big deal. I must kill you today."

Not paying attention to the duck shit on his shoes, Qian Shuixian shouted and snatched the bloody dish from Ji Xian's hand, and said angrily: "Brother Xian, hold down his feet."

Ji Xian was stunned, the smile on his face increased instead of diminishing, he held down the duck's foot, and said, "Come on! Looking forward to your performance."

"Go to hell!"

When everything was ready, Qian Shuixian yelled, he didn't cut the duck's neck like Ji Xian killed a chicken, but directly slashed at the duck's neck. In an instant, the duck's body was separated, and the bright red blood spurted wildly.

"Wori, what the hell are you doing?"

Ji Xian exclaimed, dumbfounded, his good brother's ghostly operation almost blinded his eyes.

Qian Shuixian crossed his head in a vicious manner, a few drops of blood splashed on his face, holding a blood-dripping kitchen knife, looking at it from Ji Xian's perspective, it was particularly oozing.

"Kill the duck!" he said in a low voice.

What do you call killing ducks?I'm afraid you're not killing anyone.

Ji Xian shuddered, his mouth was dry, his good brother's method of killing ducks was too horrible and bloody, ordinary people dare not compliment him.

"I'll get the water, you wait."

He quickly ran into the house, poured cold water on his face to calm down, and then went back with the bucket, put the decapitated duck into the bucket, and scalded it first so that it would be easier to pluck out its feathers later.

The two sat down to rest in the courtyard, the air seemed to be filled with a faint smell of blood, Qian Shuixian wiped his hands casually on the apron, handed Ji Xian a cigarette, lit it and smoked it, and said with a relaxed expression: "Brother Xian, I I used to feel that killing chickens and ducks was scary, and I didn’t dare to do it myself, but after this experience, I found that it’s actually okay, and it’s over as soon as I close my eyes and open it.”

Ji Xian is embarrassed to tell the truth, but with Qian Shuixian's violent way of killing ducks, Ji Weiguo might beat him to death in exchange for him.

It's a pity to waste duck blood and duck head.

"You feel too good about yourself. I suggest you go to a slaughterhouse to study for a while and see how professionals do it." He took a long breath of smoke.

Qian Shuixian was a little embarrassed. He admitted that his technique was not good, and he could even be said to be hot-eyed, but he killed the duck anyway, didn't he?

Anyway, the final result of the duck is to get into the pot, so why worry about the method of killing it.

"Make do with it! I'm a novice, not as proficient as you, Old Chen. No matter what you learn, you have to learn it step by step. Don't rush, there will be plenty of time in the future." He made an excuse for himself to avoid embarrassment.

(End of this chapter)