Jing Xuan took one look, grabbed the chicken with one hand and pulled Tang Huai into the kitchen with the other, then he closed the door.
Jing Xuan leaned against the door, his strength immense, and no matter how much Yang Jinghai fussed outside, he couldn't push the door open.
"You two little thieves, open the door! You even dare to kill my chicken; I'll call people to catch you!" Yang Jinghai was furious, his neck bulging.
"What should we do?" Tang Huai looked at Jing Xuan somewhat nervously.
"I'll block the door, you clean the chicken. Trust me, once the chicken is cooked, Grandpa Yang won't blame us," Jing Xuan said comfortably as he leaned on the door.
"Oh." Tang Huai was dazed, suddenly feeling that poor Grandpa Yang had met his match in someone as shameless as Jing Xuan…
Tang Huai searched the simple kitchen and found peanut oil, soy sauce, salt, onions, garlic, dried chili peppers, fennel leaves...
