Shi Luo quickly processed the chicken, stewed it for half, leaving a small part of it to make chicken soup. Wei Congxi and she were both too thin and had to be well raised.

There are only the simplest seasonings at home, and Shi Luo doesn’t know if there are any chili peppers in this era? For a person who loves spicy food, there is always something missing if there is no chili.

She passed the chicken once and then heated the oil in the pot, added seasonings, salt, etc., stir-fryed to make the aroma, poured water, and added heat to start stewing the chicken.

If it is an old hen the next year, it will take a longer time to stew it. Because this little rooster cannot lay eggs, it is useless except for eating. It has not been long in growth, but it is the most delicious. Moreover, it will not take long to eat it, which is quite wasteful of firewood.

Shi Luo swallowed, kneaded the dough, put it in a basin to wake up the dough, and added a little more heat.

After doing all this, smelling the fragrance in the pot, the saliva was about to flow out.

She looked up and looked at Wei Congxi, who was sitting in the yard with his back facing her, remembering the way he just killed a chicken...

Shi Luo felt even more distressed, and then he thought, what's wrong with him? Wei Congxi is not her real husband, so why does she feel sorry for him?

But soon, this idea was denied by herself. Wei Congxi was not the husband of modern Shi Luo, but the original owner. The original owner was killed by herself, and she was Shi Luo.

She has lived for others and still can't fulfill her obligations and takes advantage of her in vain? How can such a good thing be done?

What's more, the original owner was so bad about Wei Congxi before, so it was worth it for her to make up for it himself. The most important thing is that in this dynasty, she could see clearly what the Prime Minister's Mansion, which was far away in the capital, had no intention of paying attention to her at all. Not only that, I'm afraid she would want to die outside because she was not the daughter of the Shi family, so as to save them from being shamed.

Therefore, Wei Congxi and she are grasshoppers on the same rope, both prospering and both prospering and both prospering and both prospering and losers.

It is appropriate to take care of him and raise him well. If the two of them really have feelings for each other in the future, Shi Luo can't be with him for the sake of the next generation's super high appearance!

Shi Luo thought about it and went a little offside, so he stood up and walked out of the kitchen door.

Wei Congxi was still immersed in the emotions just now.

Just when he was killing the chicken with a knife, he thought of it as the person in the palace. The suppressed hatred instantly surged, making him want to kill that person now.

But he can't, nor does he have that strength.

I can only endure, only hibernate.

But when did he endure it? He has been living in this living coffin for three years.

In three years, more than a thousand days and nights, Wei Congxi could not laugh and had never had a full meal. The summer was fine, but the winter in the northwest was so cold. Wei Congxi was covered in frostbite, and he only survived with the increasing hatred.

His eyes became colder and colder. Looking at the blood on the ground, the slightest mood in the morning disappeared.

Suddenly, a long-lost fragrance floated across his nose. Wei Congxi couldn't help but sniff, and turned around and saw Shi Luo standing at the kitchen door looking at him.

Wei Congxi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that Shi Luo was actually quite beautiful, of course, she had to ignore her sinister intentions.

"Wei Congxi!" Shi Luo called him.

Wei Congxi didn't say anything, but looked at her, and a cold breath filled her body.

Shi Luo took half a basin of water and brought it to him: "Wash your hands and prepare for dinner!"

Wei Congxi had no expression and washed his hands quietly. Shi Luo noticed that his hands were actually very beautiful, fair and slender, with clear joints, but there were thick calluses on his palms.
Chapter completed!