Chapter 984: 237: Do you want another slap?

What exactly the favor was, Ni Yang didn’t ask further.

But she was somewhat surprised.

Because in all the time she had known Grandpa Du, she never knew he had a compassionate side.

Although Grandpa Du practiced Buddhism, he had a fierce and violent demon living in his heart.

Ni Yang said with a smile, “So, it’s like that, huh? Since everyone knows each other, there’s no need to be reserved.”

“Uh-huh,” Wu Yanyun nodded.

Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, Ni Yang went to cook, while Du Jiaojiao, who had never cooked before, found the earthen stove intriguing. Rolling up her sleeves, she offered to help Ni Yang.

In fact, the Ni Family also had a gas stove, but Ni Yang felt that the food cooked on the gas stove wasn’t as aromatic as that cooked on the earthen stove, so the Ni Family always used the earthen stove.

Ni Yang didn’t refuse her offer, smiling and saying, “Sister Jiaojiao, then you can help me watch the fire. I’ve already started it; just add some wood if it looks like it’s dying down.”

“Sure thing,” Du Jiaojiao declared, patting her chest, “Leave it to me.”

Grandma Shangguan and Grandma Zheng were washing vegetables outside, everyone working well together, and soon the kitchen filled with enticing aromas.

“Yangyang, are we going to have roasted chicken for lunch? Your grandfather caught a wild chicken outside; it’s still alive!” Ni Cuihua walked in, carrying a wild chicken.

Ni Yang had just finished stir-frying a dish, “Yes, definitely! Wild roasted chicken is the most fragrant.”

Du Jiaojiao asked curiously, “Roasted chicken? Pretty lady, do you have an oven in your house?”

Ni Yang replied with a smile, “No oven, but we have a natural oven.”

“A natural oven? What’s that?” Du Jiaojiao asked.

Ni Yang kept it a secret, “You’ll see in a bit.”

Ni Cuihua passed the wild chicken to Ni Yang, “Then I’ll go light the fire in the bread oven.”

“Okay,” Ni Yang took the chicken with one hand and the kitchen knife with the other, following Ni Cuihua towards the yard.

Du Jiaojiao followed Ni Yang’s footsteps.

She had never seen a chicken being killed before.

The bird was a male wild chicken with shiny feathers, almost as splendid as a little phoenix, extremely beautiful.

Ni Yang’s hand moved, and the knife fell, fresh blood dripping from the chicken’s neck into a bowl of saltwater.

Du JiaoJiao gave a thumbs up, “Pretty lady, your way of killing chickens is impressive!”

She had thought Ni Yang wouldn’t dare to kill a chicken!

After all, it was a bloody scene indeed.

Ni Yang said with a smile, “It’s just a chicken, no big deal.”

Grandpa Du and Wang Ziqi were playing chess at a stone table, multitasking, and when they heard her, Grandpa Du’s lips curved slightly.

Killing a chicken, for Ni Yang, was indeed a small matter; after all, the person dared to swallow snake gall.

Wang Ziqi, a bit crude, didn’t really know how to play Go, and in less than two games, he was utterly defeated. Seeing Wu Yanyun approaching, he was like a man seeing rescue, waving at Wu Yanyun, “Yanyun! Yanyun, come here a moment.”

“Are you calling me?” Wu Yanyun pointed at herself.

“Uh-huh,” Wang Ziqi nodded.

Wu Yanyun trotted over, “Big brother Wang, you needed me?”

Wang Ziqi stood up from the stone bench, “Yanyun, why don’t you play chess with Grandpa Du? I’ve lost quite a few games already.”

After saying this, Wang Ziqi added, “Do you know how to play Go?”

“A little,” Wu Yanyun nodded.

“Then take over.”

Wu Yanyun nodded again, and leaned in to sit across from Grandpa Du.

Wang Ziqi truly didn’t know how to play the game; he had made a mess of the chessboard, to the point where not even a professional player could turn it around, and Wu Yanyun’s brow furrowed slightly.

This game, without doubt, Wu Yanyun lost.

The second game, Wu Yanyun lost again.

Honestly, Wu Yanyun’s skill in chess was not bad, but the person sitting across from her was Grandpa Du, who was like a war-hardened Asura, capable of killing without a trace. Before Wu Yanyun could respond, she was already sinking deep into the mire.

Wu Yanyun racked her brains, but she couldn’t turn the tables even once.

Not everyone was Ni Yang.

Not everyone had Ni Yang’s skills in chess.

After several games, a bored look appeared in Grandpa Du’s eyes. He picked up the Buddha Beads on his right and stood up, “Ziqi, you take over.”

“Oh,” Wang Ziqi sat down again, only this time his opponent was Wu Yanyun.

Wu Yanyun glanced at Grandpa Du, a flicker of unease in her eyes.

Was it because Grandpa Du thought she was too dumb?

But her chess skills were quite good among her peers; she had even won a school Go competition before.

Distracted by her thoughts, this round she somehow let Wang Ziqi, the complete amateur, win.