Before Xiao Xu could finish speaking, he suddenly hiccuped. He carefully glanced at Li Nanheng as though he had a strong desire to live. He saw that Boss Li did not seem to be angry or hurt. On the contrary, he seemed very satisfied with this situation where he needed Feng Lingâs care.
Tsk, tsk. No matter if he chose to return to the Li family or to come to Feng Lingâs place, he had never planned to do so. He had planned to be with Feng Ling from the beginning.
After all, for so many years, whether it was in the base or after they left, the two of them rarely spent time alone. They were always busy. As for the days when they lived in the jungle, Xiao Xu naturally didnât know, but he could guess something.
âDo you know how to kill a chicken?â Xiao Xu turned to look at Feng Ling and asked a crucial question.
Feng Ling hesitated for a moment before answering: âYes.â
Hearing this, Li Nanheng, who was about to ask Xiao Xu to clean the two chickens before leaving, choked on his words. He raised his brows and glanced at the door.
Xiao Xu also felt that it was unlikely. He looked at Feng Ling seriously. âReally? Iâve never seen you kill someone.â
âYou can even kill people, let alone kill a chicken. Isnât it just cutting the neck?â Feng Ling said indifferently and directly gave up some space by the door. âDo you want to come in for a seat?â
âNo, no, no. I wonât sit in.â Xiao Xu quickly took a step back and waved his hand in rejection. He didnât know if he was afraid of the two chickens on the ground or Boss Li, who he had just said couldnât even beat a chicken, but he glanced at Feng Ling worriedly. âThen remember to clean it up. Donât let the chicken soup be filled with fur.â
Feng Lingâs expression was cold. âWhy donât you stay and do it?â
âForget it. I really canât stand such a sharp-tongued thing. I would even dare to kill a snake, but Iâm afraid of this sort of thing.â Xiao Xu waved his hand again. âIâm leaving. Take good care of Boss. You have to take good care of your own body. Donât let our Boss have what he wants.â
Feng Ling continued to glance at him coldly. She thought to herself, in Li Nanhengâs current state, aside from begging her to cook and help him to the toilet, what else could he ask for?
After all, how could a seriously injured patient be a gangster?
She did not speak, and Xiao Xu tactfully did not say more. He wiped his nose and ran away as though his feet were smeared with oil.
Feng Ling closed the door and bent down to pick up the two chickens. Perhaps because the chickens knew that they were about to die, their clucking sounds became sharper and sharper. Feng Ling directly brought them into the kitchen.
Afterward, Li Nanheng did not hear anything other than the sound of the chicken. He was suspicious. He stood up and was about to search for the kitchen when he suddenly heard a few clangs. The sound of the chicken disappeared.
Feng Ling patted her hands and came out. Their eyes met. She looked at him. âWhat are you doing?â
Li Nanheng :â...â
He could imagine the scene where she knocked the two chickens unconscious with something.
Li Nanheng suddenly smiled. He sighed and sat back on the sofa. âAs expected of the woman I taught.â
Feng Ling glanced at him. âBoss Li, you taught me how to kill people with guns. Do you think my hands are full of blood because I knocked out two chickens?â
âNo, no.â Li Nanheng chuckled. âIâm just worried that you wonât be decisive enough. If they peck your hand again, my heart will ache. Weâre all commoners standing at the top of the food chain. No one is more noble than anyone else. Itâs just two chickens. After all, you have to kill fish tomorrow.â
Feng Ling glanced at him. âI havenât forgotten your fish.â
Li Nanheng leaned back comfortably on the sofa. âEn, with a chicken, a fish, and a wife, Iâm afraid this is the most perfect moment in my life.â
Feng Ling ignored his flattery and said, âThe food I just made is almost cold. Xiao Xu didnât stay for dinner. If you donât eat, Iâll eat it by myself.â
Li Nanheng raised his hand on the sofa: âI canât find the table.â
Feng Ling walked over to help him up. The man seemed to be doing something as he leaned over to sniff her neck.
Feng Ling was provoked by his actions and quickly moved to the side. She looked at him strangely: âWhat are you smelling?â
âTo see if it smells like chicken blood.â
â...I havenât killed him yet. The food is ready today. Weâll talk about it tomorrow, or the day after.â Feng Ling supported him to sit down at the table. She picked up the cutlery and placed it in his hand. Then she stood by the table and watched his hand slowly feel around the table. She asked, âDo you need me to feed you?â
In the past few days when Li Nanheng was in the hospital, most of the food was fed to him. He couldnât see anything. No matter what cutlery he used, it was indeed difficult to find the exact location of the bowl.
However, once he got discharged, he really did not want to be fed anymore, so he did not answer immediately. Instead, he reached out to touch the edges of the bowls in front of him with the cutlery.
Feng Ling seemed to have seen through his intentions and did not ask him anymore. Instead, she carefully pushed the bowls and plates to a place where his cutlery could easily touch. If there was even the slightest deviation, she would immediately push his cutlery to the middle and pick up the food in the middle.
Li Nanheng tried to eat it himself and smiled. âThe taste is not bad. Your culinary skills are much better than when you were roasting earthworms and cooking wild bird meat in the jungle. Why? Havenât you been busy with the Feng Corporationâs business for the past two years? You actually have the time to secretly practice your culinary skills?â
âI havenât trained, and I really donât have time. I donât know much now, but at least I can eat my fill.â Feng Ling gently moved the bowl in front of him as he picked up the food. She said as she moved, âWhen I was in England, and when I was in the Feng Corporation, I wasnât used to having someone to take care of me. Qin Shuke didnât know how to cook, so I was used to making some food for myself occasionally. I might have made some progress, but it shouldnât be especially obvious.â
Li Nanheng chuckled and reached out with the cutlery again. He then pressed the cutlery gently against the edge of the soup plate: âAll right, thereâs no need to keep cooperating with me. I can almost find it. At most, Iâll sprinkle some soup and water before wiping it away. Itâll be fine after a few practice sessions. Sit down and eat together.â
Feng Lingâs movements were actually very light. She didnât expect him to still hear her.
She did not say much but glanced at his precise movements. Although he was still a little awkward, based on Li Nanhengâs adaptability, he should be able to eat like a normal person in two or three days.