Although it was still early and there was no rush to make lunch, Liu Guixia was already busy catching a chicken for lunch. Jiang Yue heard the chicken crow and knew that Guixia was killing chickens, so she went out of the room to see if there was anything she could help with.
There was nothing else she needed help with. At most, she would squat in front of the wooden basin and help pluck the chicken feathers.
Hehua had killed an old hen.
"Jiang Yue, be careful, don't burn yourself." She had to pluck chicken feathers in hot water. Li Hehua was also sitting in front of the wooden basin, plucking the fur. In the end, she was still afraid that she would burn Jiang Yue. "I can do it." Those two hands were so small and tender, and she would be heartbroken to see it scar. "Alright, alright. Be good. You can just leave it here. Don't pull it out."
Jiang Yue really couldn't persuade her so she didn't pull it out.
