Ni Yan didn't ask much about what it was.

But she was a little surprised.

Because she had known Mr. Du for so long, she never knew that Mr. Du was still a kind-hearted person.

Although Mr. Du believes in Buddhism, he lives in his heart a cruel demon.

Ni Yan smiled and said, "So that's the case. Since everyone knows you, there is no need to be restrained."

"Yeah." Wu Yanyu nodded.

It was about to order for the meal, and Ni Yan went to cook. Du Jiaojiao had never been to the stove. When she saw the earthen stove, she felt it was very strange. She rolled up her sleeves and asked Ni Yan to help her.

In fact, the Ni family also installed a gas stove, but Ni Yan felt that the food made from a gas stove was not as fragrant as a soil stove, so the Ni family has been using a soil stove all the time.

Ni Yan did not refuse, and said with a smile: "Sister Jiaojiao, then you can help me watch the fire. I have already grown the fire. Just look at it and add some firewood to it."

"Okay," Du Jiaojiao patted her chest and said, "Pack to me."

Old Mrs. Shangguan and Old Mrs. Zheng were washing vegetables outside. The couple matched them very well. After a while, the kitchen was full of seductive aroma.

"Yanyan, do you want to roast chicken at noon? Your grandfather caught a pheasant from outside, but he was still alive!" Ni Cuihua walked in from outside with a pheasant.

Ni Yan just cooked a dish, "I want it! The wild pheasant is the most delicious to eat when roasted."

Du Jiaojiao said curiously: "Baked chicken? Great beauty, do you have an oven at home?"

Ni Yan smiled and said, "There is no oven, but there is a natural oven."

"Natural oven? What is that?" Du Jiaojiao asked.

Ni Yan kept it secret, "You will know in a while."

Ni Cuihua handed the pheasant to Ni Yan, "Then I'll go and make a fire in the bread kiln."

"Yeah." Ni Yan took the pheasant with one hand, picked up the kitchen knife with the other, and followed Ni Cuihua into the yard.

Du Jiaojiao followed Ni Yan's footsteps.

She hasn't seen a chicken killer.

This is a male wild pheasant with very shiny feathers, comparable to a little phoenix, and looks very beautiful.

I saw Ni Yan lifting his knife and falling into the chicken's neck, blood dripping down the chicken's neck and dripping into the salt water in the bowl.

Du Jiaojiao stretched out her thumb, "Great beauty, your chicken-killing technique is OK!"

She thought Ni Yan didn't dare to kill a chicken!

After all, this scene is too bloody.

Ni Yan smiled and said, "It's just a chicken, it's a little bit."

Mr. Du and Wang Zeqi sat at the stone table to play chess, using their hearts and thoughts. He curled his lips slightly when he heard this sentence.

Killing a chicken is indeed a trivial matter for Ni Yan. After all, this man dares to swallow even the snake gallbladder.

Wang Zeqi is a rough man and doesn't know how to play Go. Before he could play two games, he lost a lot. He happened to see Wu Yanyu coming from there. He seemed to see a reinforcement and said to Wu Yanyu: "Girl Yanyu! Girl Yanyu, come here."

"Call me?" Wu Yanyu pointed at himself.

"Yes." Wang Zeqi nodded.

Wu Yanyu jogged over, "Does Brother Wang have something to ask me for?"

Wang Zeqi stood up from the stone bench, "Yan Huimei, come and play chess with Mr. Du. I have lost several times."

Yu Luo, Wang Zeqi continued to ask, "Can you play Go?"

"Should you know a little." Wu Yanyu nodded.

"Then you come."

Wu Yanyu nodded and leaned over to sit opposite Mr. Du.

Wang Zeqi really doesn't know how to play chess. He played a chess game in a mess. Even a professional player could not revive. Wu Yanyu frowned slightly.

There is no doubt that Wu Yanyu lost in this game.

In the second game, Wu Yanyu still lost.

In fact, Wu Yanyu's chess skills are good, but the person sitting opposite her is Mr. Du. He is like a Shura who has been through the battlefield for a long time, and he can kill people invisibly. Before Wu Yanyu can react, he is already in a quagmire.

Wu Yan racked his brains and failed to turn the tables.

Not everyone is Ni Yan.

Not everyone has the chess skills like Ni Yan.

After a few rounds, Master Du's eyes appeared with a look of lack of interest. He picked up the Buddhist beads on his right hand and stood up and said, "Zeqi, you'd better do it."

"Oh." Wang Zeqi sat down again, but this time, the person who played against him was replaced by Wu Yanyu.

Wu Yanyu glanced at Mr. Du, and a little uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

Could it be that Mr. Du disliked her as being too stupid?

But her chess skills are already very good among her peers. She once won the school Go competition championship.

Thinking about things in my mind, this game made Wang Zeqi, a layman, win.

Ni Yan and Du Jiaojiao took the processed pheasant and came to the bread kiln and started roasting the chicken.

Du Jiaojiao said: "Great beauty, it turns out that this is what you call a natural oven!"

Ni Yan nodded.

Du Jiaojiao touched her chin, "I seem to have seen this abroad."

While taking out the charcoal fire from the bread kiln, Ni Yan stuffed the pheasant into the bread kiln. "This is from abroad. Although it is not as convenient as the oven, it is much easier to use than the oven. Because it is made of apple branches, the baked food is much better than the oven."

Du Jiaojiao nodded, reached out and touched the charcoal without any trace, pointed to the other side and said, "Great Beauty, what do you think that is?"

"Hmm? What?" Ni Yan looked back.

Du Jiaojiao quickly reached out and wiped Ni Yan's face. A touch of black was instantly left on her picturesque face, with white and black intertwined, looking a little cunning.

"Wow! Great beauty, your face is so white and tender!" Du Jiaojiao became a dramatic actor in seconds.

Ni Yan did not doubt that he had him. He smiled and touched his face, smudged the black piece on his face even bigger, "Really?"

Du Jiaojiao smiled: "It's really true! Her skin looks beautiful like cream!"

Ni Yan felt that Du Jiaojiao was a little strange, but she couldn't say what was strange. She reached out and pinched Du Jiaojiao's face, "Sister Jiaojiao, say, have you secretly done it?"

"No! Really no!" Du Jiaojiao denied seriously, "Do you think I am like the kind of person who secretly makes bad things?"

Mr. Du looked here, and his gentle face also had a smile on his face. He held Buddhist beads in his hand and walked over, "Do you have a study room?"

"Study room?" Ni Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Yes, let Duoduo take you there."

As soon as the words were finished, Duoduo flew over from the tree beside him.

Mr. Du followed Duoduo forward.

Wu Yanyu was not interested in playing chess, so he trotted to Ni Yan, "Sister Yanyan, I'm in my third year of high school. Can you ask you to borrow a set of review materials for the third year of high school?"

"Yes." Ni Yan nodded, "I'll look for you in the afternoon."

Wu Yanyu smiled and said, "No, I just need to go to the study room to find it myself."

"Okay, then you go and look for it." Ni Yan continued: "Anyway, I can't use those information anymore. You can get whatever you want. By the way, all the information for the senior high school seniors are left alone in the cabinet under the desk. You can just look for it in the cabinet."

"Okay, I understand." Wu Yanyu nodded.

Ni Yan's study is set up in a room with good lighting on the second floor. There is a vine-climbing plant on the balcony, and some succulent plants, with bright windows and clean windows.

The interior is arranged very simply, with four rows of book shelves, then a desk and a chair. There is no other smell in the air, only a faint fragrance of ink.

A book is buttoned on the desk, and a set of English letters Hmboldt's Gift is reflected on the light red cover.

This is the famous book "The Gift of Humboldt" in Country M.

There is still a cup of unfinished coffee on the left side of the desk. If you are a person with a keen sense of smell, you can still smell the faint smell of coffee. It seems that through these, you can see the lazy look of the study owner while tasting coffee in the late night. His fingertips brushed across the pages of the book, and only a faint sound of paper turning pages remained in the air.

Mr. Du picked up this book "Humboldt's Gift" and found that it was full of English letters. There was no Chinese in the whole book. He raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. It seemed that this person was far more than what he knew.

Mr. Du walked calmly in the bookshelf.

The books on the bookshelf are classified very clearly. One row is foreign classics, one row is domestic classics, one row is historical books, biography and classics, and the other is opera collection.

From the conversion from famous books to opera collections, it can be seen that the owner of the study house has a wide range of interests and hobbies.

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the study room.

Is this person worried about himself?

Mr. Du looked back slightly, and unexpectedly, the person who came was not Ni Yan, but Wu Yanyu.

"Mr. Du."

Mr. Du nodded slightly, withdrew his gaze without a trace, and continued to select books.

Wu Yanyu didn't say anything anymore, and came to the desk, squatted down to find the senior high school review materials.
To be continued...