D*mn It, Who Wants To Be With A Love Rival?

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Ji Congzhe boiled water, put the palm-sized chicken into the basin and shed its hair in a few seconds, and then walked through the thick snow to the well. The water in the well was running water from the mountain. No ice at all.

He grabbed the lead bucket and swung it in the water for a few times, then fetched a bucket of water. As soon as he put his hand in, his scalp stung from the cold.

But in order to eat the chicken, he gritted his teeth and endured it, and carefully cleaned the chicken with scissors.

Lin Zhen had already washed the rice and added water to the pot. When Ji Congzhe came back and washed the chicken, he asked, "How do you cook such a small chicken?"

Indeed, even if it is fried, it only takes a small bowl, which is too wasteful. But the two of them didn't know how to do anything else, so they had to follow the old routine.

Ji Congzhe chopped the chicken into small pieces, cut some bamboo shoots, found a large bowl, cut some slices of ginger, poured a large bowl of water, finally added some salt, and asked Lin Zhen to borrow some rice wine from Chen Hu. Sprinkle some on it and steam it in the pot.

More than half an hour later, the rice was cooked. When Ji Congzhe opened the lid of the pot, the fragrant smell of chicken soup rushed out with the heat, and the two people in the room were almost intoxicated.

He first served a bowl of chicken soup to himself and Lin Zhen. Lin Zhen was still a little resistant at first, but after being urged by Ji Congzhe to take a sip, his cold face seemed to melt.

"You said you won't drink if you don't want to drink. That's duplicitous." Ji Congzhe teased him while eating.

Lin Zhen snorted slightly, feeling arrogant and embarrassed, but his mouth didn't stop.

The remaining chickens did not dare to be taken lightly anymore, so they were temporarily placed under the stairwell on the first floor, where they could be warmer near the stove. Lin Zhen used several snakeskin bags to stitch together with needlework and surrounded the stairs. A simple fence was built.

Before going to bed, he spread a handful of rice.

"Fortunately, there is one left. It can still lay eggs when it is raised well." Lin Zhen said.

Ji Congzhe shook his head and regretted, "I just can't hatch chicks."

Suddenly he paused and asked Lin Zhen, "Is this a rooster or a hen?"

Lin Zhen also opened his eyes wide and looked confused.

This snow did not bring them any difficulties. After all, they had already prepared everything they should have before the snow. Now they have oil, rice, meat and some vegetables at home. It can only be said that they can celebrate the New Year with just enough. , Besides, they still have seven yuan in hand for emergencies.

No wonder people often say that if you have arms and legs, you will never die of hunger. This is the truth.

The two of them had been straining mentally and physically for a month in order to survive, and now they seemed to have relaxed a little.

Ji Congzhe soaked his feet in hot water. When he went upstairs, Lin Zhen had already warmed the bed. He got in and felt so comfortable that his whole body felt soft.

Although there was wind leaking from all directions in the room, the two of them were pressed together. Except that their heads were still a little cold, their bodies were hot.

Except for the two of them, who had stocked up on supplies before the heavy snowfall, everyone else did the same. From this snowfall until the Chinese New Year, it was the most leisurely time for rural people.