After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

After coughing a few times, Song Huiling slowly turned his head back.

I’ve seen so many naked men in the gym. So, will I get stye if I look at He Zhan one more time?

She calmly put on her clothes and pretended nothing had happened, while He Zhan was concentrating on plucking the chicken feathers and didn't even give her a spare glance.

The air seemed stagnant.

Yang looked at He Zhan with disappointment, what a dull guy!

She planned to be a hands-off boss and let her son behave well, so she said to He Zhan: "After you pluck the chicken feathers, stew the chicken and give it back to Hui Ling to nourish his body."

He Zhan still didn't say anything. Yang didn't know what to say. She almost forgot that her son was also a stubborn person and it would not work if she pushed him too hard.

"No, please don't!" Song Huiling waved her hands repeatedly. Yang thought she didn't want to trouble He Zhan, but when she heard what she said next, she was almost dumbfounded, "Don't stew it, just make a roast chicken."

It’s quite easy to use!

"Roosters are not as fat as hens. The stewed soup is bland and tastes bad. Moreover, the stirrups of this chicken are almost two knuckles long. It is obviously an old rooster that is more than two years old. The meat is thick and perfect for roasting. It tastes so delicious that it is juicy and crispy when you take a bite." Song Huiling stared at the rooster in the bucket, his big black eyes rolling around and smacking his lips a few times, like a hungry cat.

He Zhan glanced at her calmly, twirled the yellow stirrups on the chicken's claws, and said meaningfully, "You don't work hard, you don't know the difference between the five grains, but you know a lot."

The spoiled young lady from an official family probably couldn't even tell the difference between a rooster and a hen. Song Huiling knew that He Zhan was mocking her, but she didn't change her expression and said frankly, "I'm just more particular about food."

He Zhan remained silent for a long time before he said lightly, "Spoiled", picked up the plucked rooster and went into the kitchen.

Yang clutched her apron, looking embarrassed: "Hui Ling, I'm sorry... I was thinking of making you an old hen to stew soup, but hens are precious and people only want to give me roosters."

With a timid look, humble attitude and a typical people-pleasing personality, Song Huiling felt a little distressed. Barbarians were not welcomed, and Yang must have endured a lot of cold stares in her efforts to integrate into Han life.

It's understandable that He Zhan developed such a personality. Yang was not aggressive enough. When her son was wronged outside, she would only tell him to be patient and not cause trouble. Children brought up in this way would only be of two extremes, a coward and a troublemaker. Unfortunately, He Zhan was the third type - a pervert.

"Mother." Song Huiling called out softly, naturally took Yang's hand, and faced her shocked eyes, and said sincerely, "I have been tossing and turning for so long, and you have worked hard and served me without complaint, and never said a word of blame. My heart is not made of iron and stone. No matter how much I hate the injustice of fate, I have vented enough. Now that you are so cautious in front of me, I feel bad. Since we are already a family, you don't have to be so reserved and polite to me."

Yang nodded hesitantly, but her eyes were still evasive. Song Huiling sighed softly in her heart. She had said everything she needed to say, but temper could not be changed in a short period of time. It would be enough to let Yang know that she would not be so stubborn in the future.

There was a clanging sound of chopping wood coming from the kitchen. Song Huiling was worried, so he got up and walked over.

The He family’s kitchen is very large and can accommodate three or four people moving freely at the same time.

Although it is large, it is very empty. There are two iron pots, one large and one small, placed on the two stoves. In addition to medicine jars, steamers, common kitchen utensils and a bag of cabbage, the three-layer stone cabinet is filled with traditional Chinese medicine wrapped in mulberry paper.

There was nothing on the stove except a chopping board, a kitchen knife, and a small oil basket. Apart from that, there were no other household seasonings.

He Zhan was processing a rooster on the chopping board. With two clicks, the chicken's feet were chopped off.

Song Huiling was not a real official lady, so she could not feel at ease letting others serve her. She could not do the job of killing chickens, but she still had the strength to wash rice and cook.

She walked into the kitchen, took down the dustpan from the wall, and was about to open the lid of the rice jar when someone grabbed her wrist. She looked up and met a pair of black eyes as sharp as an eagle's, full of oppression: "What are you doing?"

Song Huiling glanced at the kitchen knife in He Zhan's right hand and said with some lack of confidence: "Cook...cook."

Her voice was soft, like a spring breeze, stirring people's hearts.

He Zhan's eyes darkened. He snatched the urinal from her hand and put it down. He then picked her up by the waist with one hand and strode out of the kitchen. His whole set of movements was done in one go, so smoothly and fast that Song Huiling was put back on the stone bench in the yard before she could react.

She felt confused as to who she was and where she was, until He Zhan waved a kitchen knife in front of her, and she came to her senses.

"If you have any requests, just raise them. Don't go in and cause trouble." He Zhan's tone was fierce, and the kitchen knife in his hand looked like he was going to chop someone.

Song Huiling slowly straightened up and replied obediently, "Roast chicken slowly over charred charcoal. Don't use high heat, otherwise the outside will be burnt and the inside will not be cooked."

"Got it." He Zhan responded coldly and went back to the kitchen with the kitchen knife.

After he left, Song Huiling's facial features suddenly became ferocious. He raised his palm and made a knife-like gesture and chopped it towards the air. He chopped so hard that he made himself cough.

Seeing this, Yang came over to calm her down and said, "Hui Ling, don't bother with Ah Zhan. He is a rough man, not easy to talk to, but he is very considerate. Ever since he was old enough to understand, whenever he is at home, he is the only one who does the cleaning and cooking. There is probably no other man in the whole Yuntun Village who is willing to do these trivial tasks."

Song Huiling curled her lips and said nothing. She liked gentle, modest and polite men. Someone like He Zhan, who would resort to violence as soon as they met, would be rejected by her at the first opportunity even if he had a hundred advantages.

The slap in the face came quickly. When it was almost dark, He Zhan finally finished cooking: a roasted chicken, a plate of shredded cabbage stir-fried in oil, and a pot full of rice.

Song Huiling took a quick taste and found the roast chicken tasted pretty good, only slightly worse than what she made. It seemed that this person still had some good points.

The three of them sat around the stone table in the yard. Yang broke off a chicken leg for each of Song Huiling and He Zhan, but He Zhan refused. He said that he did not eat meat, but he ate it with steamed chicken blood, boiled offal and rice.

Song Huiling felt like vomiting just by looking at them. It was easy to imagine how unpalatable these things would be without special seasonings to remove the fishy smell. But the He family was so poor that they couldn't even afford seasonings, and she didn't know where this chicken came from.

She had some guesses in her mind, but seeing Yang's relieved look, she swallowed the questions she wanted to ask. She lowered her head and concentrated on eating. She couldn't help but secretly glanced at He Zhan a few times. It was because he ate too fast. She had only chewed a piece of chicken before he had finished half a bowl of rice.

He ate in a heroic but not rude manner. Even when sitting, his back was still straight. He chewed and swallowed very quietly, without any smacking sound.

He Zhan suddenly noticed the gaze from the opposite side. He looked up and saw Song Huiling eating with his head down, as if the gaze just now was an illusion.

Even though the girl was seventeen or eighteen years old and had her hair tied up in a bun, her face still looked a little immature. She ate very politely, chewing slowly and steadily. Her slightly puffy cheeks looked like a little hamster, which made him want to poke them. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and said for no reason, "How polite!"

"Ah?" Song Huiling raised his head, looking confused. How had she bothered him again?