"Alright!"
Madam Ruan put down the firewood in her hand and walked over, taking the hen from Mo Daoyan's hands. She firmly grasped both chicken feet, preventing it from moving.
This was an old hen weighing nearly ten jin, specially reserved by Old Lady Mo for Hengjian to eat upon his return from the Academy. No one else received such treatment.
Mo Daoyan wielded the knife and with a forceful stroke across the chicken's neck, blood instantly gushed out.
"Cluck cluck cluck...!"
The chicken, feeling the pain, struggled desperately. It was an old hen of nearly ten jin, and although Madam Ruan was plump, she wasn't a man; her grip wasn't that strong. Suddenly, she nearly spilled the bowl of chicken blood beside her.
Watching the scene, Mo Daoyan threw the knife to the ground and took the hen from Madam Ruan's hands, pressing down on its head, directing the blood into the bowl.
