Chapter 47: How old is he now? Where did you pick him up?

Shi Lin finished speaking and began following Xiao Shitou to learn.

Qiao Sheng felt as if she had punched cotton; she no longer wanted to argue with Shi Lin and seriously began cutting the pork on the board.

Besides planning to make stir-fried pork with green peppers, she also intended to make red-braised pork, spicy boiled pork slices, sweet and sour fish, and leek dumplings.

"Mom, Dad is so awesome."

Xiao Shitou's voice came from beside; though he's small, his shout is quite loud.

Should we praise him that much?

Qiao Sheng looked over and said, "What's so impressive about him?"

Xiao Shitou said with a serious face, "Dad picks the vegetables neatly and arranges them neatly……"

Shi Lin's chest puffed out, making him look like a proud peacock.

Qiao Sheng couldn't bear his smug expression.

"Is that all? Why don't you praise me, your mom? Cutting meat is far harder than picking vegetables—I not only cut them to the same size, but also keep the thickness uniform."

"Mom, you're also impressive—you're even better than Dad!"

Xiao Shitou said it even louder than before and gave a thumbs-up.

Qiao Sheng was made to laugh by her own son.

That was when this happened.

Shi Lin, who never backs down, stood up.

Seeing Shi Lin walk toward her, Qiao Sheng raised an eyebrow and asked, "What, you're not convinced? Want to compete with me in cutting meat?"

"Teach me."

Shi Lin didn't say those words, but his meaning was already clear.

Hey.

She still didn't believe it.

Qiao Sheng picked up the kitchen knife and said, "Watch closely—I'll only teach you once, and before cutting meat, go wash your hands."

"I'll go wash my hands; you wait."

Shi Lin moved swiftly and came over in a moment.

Qiao Sheng brought down the knife, handed the kitchen knife to Shi Lin, and said, "I've shown you; now it's your turn."

Shi Lin: "……"

He suspected she was doing it on purpose!

At that speed, he couldn't even see clearly!

Qiao Sheng said with a smile, "Hold it, Young Master Shi—you're not scared, are you? No, I can't call you that; I have to call you Ligouzi—look, I even forgot that."

Damn woman!

Shi Lin originally thought using a sword to slice things was neat, and that a kitchen knife would be fine too, but he overestimated himself.

His first cut went straight into his hand.

Qiao Sheng twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "How about that, not stupid enough to die?"

Without waiting for Shi Lin to speak,

Qiao Sheng got a big spiderweb from the wall, wrapped it around his hand to stop the bleeding.

"You want to kill me, don't you?"

In Shi Lin's understanding, spiders are poisonous, so he said he would remove the spiderweb from his hand.

Qiao Sheng stopped him.

"Are you stupid? To me you're still useful; I wouldn't attack you now. We country folk always stop bleeding this way—how come we've never had any problems?"

Think about it—what she said makes sense.

Shi Lin lowered his hand.

Soon after.

Shi Lin lifted his gaze and asked, "You said first, I'm still useful to you, you won't attack me now. Does that mean you'll attack me when I'm no longer useful?"

"Do you have a persecution complex? I just said that, and you twisted it—think what you want! Move aside!"

Qiao Sheng shooed Shi Lin away and seriously started cutting.

Shi Lin still wanted to try again.

Xiao Shitou came over and pulled him, saying, "Dad, don't make Mom angry—picking vegetables is also fine. Later you keep picking vegetables, and I'll go wash the vegetables."

Shi Lin rubbed Xiao Shitou's head.

He sat down and picked vegetables for only a short while.

Watching the busy Xiao Shitou, Shi Lin suddenly felt his face looked familiar; upon reflection, wasn't it somewhat like his own?

He immediately asked Qiao Sheng, "Qiao Sheng, you said on the way back that Xiao Shitou was someone you picked up—how old is he now? Where did you pick him up?"

(End of chapter)