A Cannon Fodder Female Partner To Raise a Cub In The Era Novel

Chapter 412 Feather shuttlecock

Wangcai, a good-tempered little puppy, was forced by Li Jing to become a ferocious dog, barking at the little pheasants to stand in a row and not allowed to run anywhere.

Wang Cai trained the chickens. Jiang Xiaoya held her chin and watched for a while. She felt that these disobedient little pheasants in their family were just tamed by Wang Cai, and she couldn't help but clapped her hands.

 “Prosperous wealth, great!”

Wangcai whispered "ouch" in his throat and continued to pretend to be fierce and scary to scare those disobedient little pheasants.

Look at the pitiful looks of these little pheasants. They can’t eat them and are so afraid of what they will do. God knows they just want to play with them.

 Hey, it seems like you can play like this?

Wanting to play with them, Wangcai chatted more and more fiercely. When he saw a pheasant subconsciously pecking at vegetables, he pounced on it.

 “Ouch!”

 The tiger pounces on the rabbit, the wolf roars, and Wangcai, a little dog, has already gained enough momentum.

 “Chirp, chirp!”

 “唧, 唧唧唷唷唷…”

　　　…”

This scene can no longer be described as lively.

Li Jing saw the pile of cloth at home and thought about the sewing machine that had not yet been delivered.

 I remembered that Jiang Weiguo said yesterday that he would arrive today, but today has already been half a day, and there is still no sign.

Um? That's not quite right. Why would she sit and wait to collect her things? Shouldn't she take the initiative to find a way to get one back?

Thinking of this, Li Jing sighed quietly.

 It is not a good sign to have a dependence mentality.

Li Jing put the scissors away. She originally wanted to go to the mountain, but seeing that it was getting late, she gave up the idea for the time being and got up to cook first.

 There is no problem that cannot be solved by a meal.

Li Jing boils hot water to treat the caught pheasants.

  Lighting the corn leaves that the Zai Zai had hoarded before, making a fire and filling the stove with firewood, Jiang Xiaoya ran over happily, "Mom, I'll burn it!"

 Li Jing discovered that this little girl in her family really likes to make fires. As long as she cooks, she will run over and squat in front of the stove. Li Jing added water to the pot and asked, "Little girl, you like to play with fire? Hey, the lighter is here. If you want to play, you can play with it at any time, but you can't be naughty with it."

Jiang Xiaoya: "..." Can she say that she doesn't like playing with fire?

Jiang Xiaoya looked at the lighter, then at Li Jing, but didn’t take it. She blinked and said, “I like to light fires for my mother!”

 Don’t like playing with fire!

Li Jing frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly realized that her son didn't seem to have any toys to play with, and he didn't usually play games. How could this be possible?

 She couldn't help but stare at the dead pheasant lying next to her.

“Xiaoya, I’ll make you a feather shuttlecock out of chicken feathers for you to play with, okay?”

Jiang Xiaoya tilted her head, "Mom can be a feather duster and hit people!"

She said and raised her hands as if to hit someone.

Many houses in the village have feather dusters, specially used for beating children.

Li Jing was speechless after hearing this.

 Our little girl seems to be a little violent!

However, a feather duster is not impossible. It can help Xiaoya defend herself and prevent her from fighting with others without weapons.

Li Jing nodded, "Be a feather shuttlecock, and then a feather duster!"

Li Jing plucked off the long and short chicken feathers, washed them briefly, and put them aside to dry according to length.

Li Jing put down the chicken feathers and plucked the chicken's down for a while before starting to kill the chicken.

 Her movements were nimble and she could kill a chicken in just a few seconds. Five chickens were not enough for her to move her hands and feet.

 After killing, ladle out water and wash.

 Fortunately, when she made the pot, she made a big pot, and one pot could hold the five pheasants.

Pheasants are not fat enough. There are only five of them, but they only look small.

 (End of this chapter)