The kitchen knife returned to Shen Zhongming’s hand once more, and Shen Cheng turned around and left, slamming the door without any courtesy.
A few neighbors were momentarily stunned, then they all gave Shen Zhongming a thumbs up: "Old Shen, your daughter is something else, wow!"
"Isn’t she just, even knows how to kill a chicken!"
"Nowadays, young folks rarely lift a finger to do housework. Look at Mrs. Liu from next door; she finds washing vegetables too dirty. Kill a chicken? Heck, I think killing people would be more likely!"
The neighbors engaged in lively banter, making Shen Zhongming beam with pride as he lifted his head, "My daughter, whoever marries her will be blessed."
A few neighbors chuckled and returned to their own homes.
Only then did Shen Zhongming carry the deceased fat chicken into the house and boiled water to scald the feathers.
He rarely cooked such complicated dishes, and Shen Zhongming was frantically bustling about, turning the kitchen into a battlefield.
Three hours later, Shen Cheng lost her temper.
"Shen Zhongming, are you done yet!"
The clattering in the kitchen ceased, and Shen Zhongming poked his head out from the kitchen door, "Girl, what’s up?"
Lounging on the sofa, Shen Cheng’s face was definitely dark.
She also wanted to know what was going on.
Absent-mindedly flipping through the calendar in her hand, she didn’t bother to answer Shen Zhongming’s idle question.
Seeing this, Shen Zhongming promptly wiped the sweat from his face, took off his apron, and walked out of the kitchen.
He dashed back to his bedroom to retrieve a box, counted the winnings inside, and gave Shen Cheng a signal with his eyes, "Girl, why don’t we go out to eat?"
Shen Cheng responded by rolling her eyes, "What about the promised chicken stew?"
Unhappy, Shen Zhongming furrowed his brow, "Hey, I’m telling you, girl, you know that your old man here isn’t great at cooking! How about we go out for a good meal?!"
Shen Cheng was annoyed: "Get lost!"
Shen Zhongming frowned, "You girl, you’re always so fiery!"
Shen Cheng tightened her brows, thinking: Having such a blockhead of a dad, how could I not be angry?
Right now, she felt even more agitated inside.
She gave Shen Zhongming a deep look, simply deciding not to bother with him.
Seeing that she wasn’t willing to go, Shen Zhongming also lost interest, turned around, took a bottle of beer from the fridge, and sat off to the side drinking by himself.
It took a while before Shen Cheng looked up at him.
She furrowed her brows, tossed the calendar she held onto the sofa with a flick, and strode over.
From the fridge, she grabbed a bottle of beer and pried off the cap with her teeth.
Cool, carefree, the seamless motion was as strikingly beautiful as it was daring.
Taking a sip of beer, Shen Cheng cringed, "Ugh... this beer tastes awful!"
Hearing this, Shen Zhongming quickly said, "Girl, just so you know, this beer is the good stuff at eight bucks a bottle."
Shen Cheng rolled her eyes at him, "Who says good beer has to taste good?"
Only then did Shen Zhongming understand the meaning in her words and laughed, "That’s right, my girl prefers strong liquor, so how could this beer, which tastes like dishwater, be any good?"
Shen Cheng was a tomboy since she was little, never liking typical girly things.
Alcohol was truly one of her biggest temptations!
So much so that even now, ten bottles of erguotou wouldn’t turn her cheeks red.
What people say about drinking a thousand cups without getting drunk is false, but Shen Cheng can really down twenty drinks of baijiu without getting tipsy.
Even Shen Zhongming didn’t dare claim to have a good drinking capacity in front of his daughter.
Because usually, the one who ends up under the table at drinking parties is him.