Chapter 1384: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (Six Hundred and Forty-Seven)

Xiao Xu hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly hiccupped himself, and carefully glanced at Li Nanheng as if he had a strong desire to survive. He saw that Boss Li didn't seem to be poked at any sore spots or had an angry expression on his face. In this situation where she is weak and needs to be taken care of by Feng Ling, she is very satisfied and doesn't feel sad at all.

Tsk tsk, why did you choose to go back to Li's house or come to Feng Ling's place? In fact, you didn't intend to choose at all. From the very beginning, you planned to get together with Feng Ling.

After all, no matter whether they were in the base or left the base after all these years, it seems that the time these two people really spend together in the world has been very little, and they have been busy. As for the days when they lived in the jungle, Xiao Xu Of course I don't know, but I can guess something.

"Can you kill chickens?" Xiao Xu turned to Feng Ling and asked a crucial question.

Feng Ling hesitated for a moment, and replied: "Yes."

Hearing the word "hui", Li Nanheng, who was about to ask Xiao Xu to clean up the two chickens before leaving, had his voice choked in his throat and did not speak any more. He only raised his eyebrows and "looked" symbolically in the direction of the door.

Xiao Xu also thought it was unlikely, and looked at Feng Ling seriously: "Really? I've never seen you kill before."

"You can kill people, let alone kill chickens, isn't it just to wipe your neck?" Feng Ling said lightly, and directly gave up some space in front of the door: "Want to come in and sit?"

"No, no, no, I won't go in and sit." Xiao Xu hurriedly took a step back, raised his hand and waved it as if resisting. He didn't know whether he was afraid of the two chickens on the ground or the one on the sofa. Boss Li, whom he said just now that he can't even beat a chicken, just glanced at Feng Ling uneasy: "Then remember to clean it up, and don't let the chicken soup be full of hairs when the time comes. .”

Feng Ling had a cold face: "Why don't you stay here?"

"Forget it, I really can't stand this kind of sharp-mouthed thing. I would dare to kill another snake. I'm afraid of this kind of thing." Xiao Xu waved his hand again: "I'm leaving, take good care of the boss, You have to take care of your body, don't let our boss want too much."

Feng Ling continued to glance at him indifferently, thinking that Li Nanheng in his current state, besides begging her to cook and help him go to the bathroom, what else could he ask for?

After all, seriously injured patients, can they still play hooligans?

She didn't speak, and Xiao Xu stopped talking very knowingly, wiped her nose and ran away like oiling the soles of her feet.

Feng Ling closed the door, bent down and picked up the two chickens. Probably because the two chickens knew that they were about to die, their clucking became more and more sharp, and Feng Ling directly picked them up. to the kitchen.

Afterwards, Li Nanheng didn't hear any movement other than the crowing of the rooster. He was suspicious. He stood up and was about to walk in the direction of the kitchen, but suddenly he only heard a few "dang dang dang", and the crowing of the chicken disappeared. .

Feng Ling clapped his hands inside, then washed his hands and came out. The two looked at each other, and she looked at him: "What are you doing?"

Li Nanheng: "..."

Thinking about it, I can also imagine the scene where she knocked those two chickens unconscious with something.

Li Nanheng suddenly smiled, sighed and sat back on the sofa: "You really deserve to be the woman I taught you."

Feng Ling glanced at him: "Boss Li, who taught me how to kill with a gun, still thinks my hands are bloody because I knocked out two chickens?"

"No, no." Li Nanheng laughed, "I'm afraid you're not decisive enough. If you get pecked by them again, I'll feel bad. They're all ordinary people standing at the top of the food chain, and no one is more noble than the other. Just two chickens, after all you have to kill fish tomorrow."

Feng Ling took a look at him: "I still haven't forgotten your fish."

Li Nanheng leaned back on the sofa in a comfortable posture: "Well, there are chickens, fish, and wives. I'm afraid this is the most complete life in this life."

Feng Ling ignored his flattery at the moment, and only said: "The food that has just been cooked is almost cold,

Xiao Xu didn't say to stay for a meal, if you don't want to eat, I will eat it by myself. "

Li Nanheng raised his hand on the sofa: "I can't find a place for the dining table."

Feng Ling walked over to help him. When the man was lifted up, he turned his head and sniffed her neck as if he was doing something.

Feng Ling was provoked by his action and hurriedly dodged to the side, looking at him inexplicably: "What are you smelling?"

"Smell it to see if it smells like chicken blood."

"...I haven't killed yet. Today's meal is ready. Let's talk about it tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow." Feng Ling helped him to the table and sat down, picked up the tableware and put it in his hands, and then stood by the table Watching his hands slowly groping on the table, he asked, "Do you need me to feed you?"

During the few days when Li Nanheng was in the hospital, he was mostly fed by people, because he couldn't see, no matter what tableware he used, it was really difficult to find the position of the bowl.

But now it was hard to get out of the hospital, and he really didn't want to be fed anymore, so he didn't answer right away, but reached out and tried to touch the edges of the bowls in front with the tableware.

Feng Ling probably saw his intentions, and stopped touching him, but simply pushed the dishes carefully, moving them to a place where his tableware could be easily touched, and if there was a slight deviation, she would push them immediately In the past, he let his cutlery fall to the middle, just enough to pick up the middle dish.

Li Nanheng tried to eat it by himself, and the corner of his mouth was slightly hooked: "It tastes good, your cooking skills are much better than when you roasted earthworms and boiled wild fowl in the jungle, why? You have not been busy these two years With Feng's business, you still have time to secretly practice cooking?"

"I haven't practiced before, and I really don't have time. I don't know much now, but at least I can feed myself." Feng Ling gently and slowly moved the bowl in front of him when he went to pick up the vegetables. , and said while moving: "During the time in England, and later when I was in Fengshi, I was not used to being taken care of by my side, and Qin Shuke didn't know how to cook, so I got used to making some food by myself occasionally. , it may indeed be a little improved, but it should not be particularly obvious."

Li Nanheng smiled lightly, stretched out the tableware again, and then lightly pressed the edge of the soup plate in front of him with the tableware indistinctly: "Okay, you don't have to move with me all the time, I can almost find it, the big deal is to spill it." Come out with some soup and water and wipe it off, practice a few times and it will be fine, you sit down and eat together."

Feng Ling's movement of moving those dishes was actually very light, but he didn't expect him to hear it.

She didn't say much, and just took another look at his precise movement of inserting the tableware. Although it was still a little awkward, judging from Li Nanheng's adaptability, it was estimated that within two or three days, he should really be able to eat. No different from ordinary people.