The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

"What kind of chicken soup are you making?"

At night, Yin's angry voice sounded in the courtyard,

"A good chicken that can lay eggs, and you ruined it for me!"

"I see you guys are working so hard, so I just want you to have a sip of chicken soup when you come back at night. Mom, you don't have to cook."

A childish voice that looked a little aggrieved responded.

"Then you can't be so mean. Look, what are you cooking?"

Yin's voice suddenly became a little weaker, and most of the anger in her words dissipated.

"Forget it, it's just a chicken. Our family doesn't need these now. This kid knows how to help you share the burden now. How filial."

The honest and honest Feng Shouli quickly advised him that although it was a pity that the hen could only lay eggs, it had already been cooked in the pot, so what was the use of getting angry at the child?

"Feng Shouli, stop pretending to be a good person and come over and try this pot of chicken soup your son cooked. This kid doesn't even know how much salt he poured into it. Is this for human consumption?"

After hearing this, Father Feng stepped forward and scooped out a spoonful of soup. After a brief taste, his rough face wrinkled up from the sun and rain. It was so salty that it was indeed inedible.

"How much salt did you put in?"

Feng Shouli turned to look and stood aside obediently, looking like a gentle child.

"I don't know. I put it based on my feeling. Is it too much?"

Feng Qing'an was also a little unsure, because the chicken exploded suddenly and the chicken blood didn't have time to drain, so he added more salt to the soup and cooked it for a longer time.

"Add more water to this soup!"

Feng Shouli turned back to follow the Yin family, then stared at Feng Qingan, and said seriously,

"The gentleman is far away from the kitchen. You are a scholar. Just study with peace of mind. Your mother can do the cooking. Please stop interfering!"

"A gentleman stays away from the kitchen. It doesn't mean that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen. What it really means is..."

Feng Qing'an originally wanted to popularize science, but no one listened to him anymore. Even though Feng Shouli comforted and persuaded the Yin family, in fact, this honest and humble farmer felt extremely distressed. This was a chicken that could only lay eggs.

"I probably can't be a gentleman!"

After leaving the kitchen, Feng Qing'an walked to the yard, looked at the living little lives in the yard, and sighed quite consciously.

A gentleman must have a heart of benevolence and righteousness, and he must continue to practice "The Art of Leading Spirits and Refining Blood," and the only people he can practice with are these chickens and ducks. Apart from poultry, there was no other living creature for him to practice his skills on.

Woof! Woof!

Seeing Feng Qing'an's figure, the little puppy running around in the yard rushed over. They played with each other for a while. It was not until Yin's voice called him to eat that Feng Qing'an entered. house.

"Eat it, you ruined it all!"

A bowl full of chicken soup was brought up and placed on the dining table, but it was closest to Feng Qing'an. Even his short arms could reach out and grab it.

"Dad, Mom, eat!"

After Feng Qing'an ate for a while, he realized that he was the only one holding out his chopsticks into the chicken soup bowl, while his parents were only picking up some vegetarian dishes.

"This chicken soup doesn't taste right, you can eat it yourself!"

There was a look of disgust on Yin's face.

"You can eat it, I don't like chicken!"

Feng Shouli held the ocean bowl and smiled.

"..."

The child didn't speak, lowered his head and continued to work for his job. He had heard similar words too many times and always had various excuses. In the past, when he was ten years old, he would believe them to be true, but when he was ten years old in this life, he would no longer believe such words. .

Feng Qing'an stretched out his chopsticks, took out a piece of chicken from the soup bowl, took a bite, and after chewing for a while, his oily face suddenly wrinkled, and then he opened his mouth and spat out the chewed chicken mixed with rice. The crumbs fall into the bowl.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing her son vomiting the food in his mouth, Yin immediately asked with concern.

“This meat tastes wrong!”

"What's wrong? Is it salty? It's because you put too much salt!"

"No, it's not. It tastes really weird. I can't put it into words. It feels like there's something wrong with it. It's different from what I've eaten before!"

Feng Qingan frowned, with a serious look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

Mrs. Yin was a little surprised. She also stretched out her chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken, took a bite, chewed for a while, and then looked at Feng Qingan,

"There's nothing wrong with this smell!"

"There's something really wrong, Mom. Your mouth is wrong. Dad, try a piece of it. Mom can't taste it!"

Feng Qingan's eyes turned to his father. Listening to the conversation between the two women, Feng Shouli was also a little puzzled. He picked up a piece of meat from the soup bowl and chewed it repeatedly. He was also puzzled.

"What's wrong with this? It's very new!"

"Your mouth is wrong!"

Feng Qing'an muttered, and then, under the watchful eyes of his parents, he picked up another piece of meat. After chewing it for a while, he frowned, opened his mouth and spit it into the bowl again.

"There's something really wrong with this meat. Could it be a plague chicken?"

"Nonsense!"

"Don't talk nonsense, how could it be a plague chicken?"

The couple immediately scolded the troubled child, and since they did not believe in evil, they each took a piece out of the soup bowl, tasted it carefully, and confirmed with each other that the meat was fine. UU reading www.uukanshu.net

"I guess it was added with water and cooked again later, so the taste is a bit wrong, so Erniu thought it was strange!"

Feng Shouli found a reason for his son's abnormal taste.

"This mouth is too picky. If there is a famine year, your mouth will starve to death. Eat your bowl of rice quickly. Not even a grain of rice will be left!"

Yin scolded.

"oh!"

Feng Qingan cleaned his bowl in several mouthfuls. After eating, he looked at his parents and said,

"You two can eat this bowl of chicken soup if you like. I will never touch it. It tastes too weird!"

“Eat it if you like it!”

Yin said impatiently.

"It tastes wrong in the first place, you just can't taste it!"

Feng Qing'an muttered and returned to his room, but after closing the door, he couldn't help but smash his mouth, savoring the taste of chicken.

The parents of the two generations are so similar, they wish they could give all the good things to their children.

However, he really couldn't eat a whole pot of chicken soup! Wouldn't it be nice for the whole family to finish eating together?

Nowadays, his family does not lack this. Feng Qingan has adapted very quickly to the dramatic improvement in his quality of life, because he has enjoyed a better life, but his parents are still stuck in the past, living a shabby life. Sosou’s life.

For example, his father, Feng Shouli, could be a landlord comfortably and enjoy the life of a master, but he still had to carry a hoe and work in the fields.

His mother, Mrs. Yin, didn't do anything bad, and she did everything herself. With their current family background, they could raise a few maids, hire a few long-term workers, and enjoy themselves comfortably, but they just couldn't calm down.

In this regard, Feng Qingan had no choice but to use some clever tricks occasionally.