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Chapter 11: You… Poked a Chicken Coop?

“Alright, stop joking around,” Zhao Lanhua said with a smile. “I learned how to make noodles from your great grandfather. Back then, your great grandfather was an apprentice of the county chef!”

“It’s a pity that my grandfather hurt his hand. Otherwise…” Zhao Lanhua suddenly felt a little sad. “Alright, let’s not talk about this. Eldest wife, go get three eggs!”

An hour later, Zhao Lanhua scooped up the cooked noodles.

“You have to eat the noodles while they’re hot. It won’t taste good if they turn into lumps.”

“Thank you, Mother!” Eldest Sister-in-law Shen and Second Sister-in-law Shen said in unison.

The sharp-eyed Second Sister-in-law Shen glanced at the bowl of noodles with a fried egg on the stove and asked with a smile, “Mother, is the other bowl for Third Brother? Should I send it to Third Brother?”

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“No need.” Zhao Lanhua shook her head. Then, she took a pair of chopsticks and left with the bowl of noodles.

Eldest Sister-in-law Shen and Second Sister-in-law Shen looked at each other and saw deep confusion in each other’s eyes.

When Zhao Lanhua arrived at the Earth Temple, Ji Zhao had just returned.

However, she looked very disheveled and covered in blood. It was a shocking sight.

“You? Are you okay?”

“Mother?” Ji Zhao, who had just leaned against the wall to rest, called out with a smile, “Why are you here?”

“What happened to you? Did you roll down the hill again? And the blood on you?”

“Mother, don’t worry. This isn’t my blood.” Ji Zhao quickly explained, “This is their blood.”

Following the direction of Ji Zhao’s finger, Zhao Lanhua leaned against the wild chickens piled up beside her and instantly widened her eyes.

“You… poked a chicken coop?”

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“Mother, it’s a long story…” Just as Ji Zhao was about to speak, an earth-shattering sound came from her internal organs.

Zhao Lanhua quickly handed the bowl of noodles to her.

“This is?”

“Eat it while it’s hot.”

“Thank you, Mother!”

Ji Zhao’s eyes reddened with gratitude. She took the bowl of noodles and savored it carefully.

As she ate, she cried-

She had only written a book review. How did she end up in such a situation?

The more Ji Zhao thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhao Lanhua could not bear to see her like this.

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“You… don’t cry…”

“Mm…” Ji Zhao quickly wiped her tears and quickly finished the bowl of noodles.

“Thank you, Mother. The noodles are really delicious!”

Faced with her bright smile, Zhao Lanhua could not bear to refute her.

“How did you find so many wild chickens?”

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