Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies-Chapter 226 - Roast squab
Chapter 226: Roast squab
Chapter 226: Roast squab
While Murong was scrubbing, Qiuqiu flew next to him, and although Qiuqiu couldn’t speak, and that bird face couldn’t express much,
from those glossy black eyes, Murong still sensed sarcasm directed toward him.
Damn it.
He couldn’t continue scrubbing.
Murong tossed the brush aside and started chasing the bird.
Qiuqiu, the mutated bird, wasn’t as aggressive as the larger ones, but in terms of agility, it was tough to beat.
Murong reached left and right but couldn’t catch it.
And Qiuqiu, as if to taunt him, scratched his head with its claws several times.
Murong was totally infuriated, but it was just impotent rage, he made a mess with water everywhere, yet not a single feather fell from Qiuqiu.
Just when he knocked over the big basin, Su Yinhe happened to walk in.
Seeing the water all over the floor, Su Yinhe’s face carried an expression hard to put into words, “You…if you like playing with water, you could find Chi Yan.”
“Just don’t compete with the Crawfish for it, huh?”
As Su Yinhe spoke, she then lowered her head to look at the Crawfish scrambling on the ground, trying to escape.
Murong’s expression broke apart.
“It’s not…” Listen to my explanation.
“Alright, you better clean this up. It’s too messy.” Su Yinhe had only come to find Qiuqiu, and once she’d found the bird, she left without hearing the rest of Murong’s explanation.
Murong: “… Ahhhhh…” There went his reputation.
Destroyed.
Murong was unhappy.
He stood there foolishly for a long time before slowly bending down to look at the Crawfish scuttling on the floor.
Wuuuuuu…
He was a mistake.
That damn bird, wuuuu…
Murong picked up the Crawfish that were crawling around and continued scrubbing.
But now he had lost his enthusiasm, mechanically scrubbing away.
He had become an emotionless Crawfish-scrubbing machine.
Crawfish are tasty, but when Murong ate them, watching Su Yinhe peel Crawfish for Qiuqiu and feed them to the bird, he eventually felt the Crawfish weren’t tasty anymore.
Damn it.
They were the Crawfish he had scrubbed! He had scrubbed them! Why should that damn bird eat them?
Murong protested to Su Yinhe.
But all Su Yinhe saw was Qiuqiu; his protest was rejected.
Murong could only sulkily eat the Crawfish.
All the while, he muttered snarky comments.
“Some birds, ah, they only eat Crawfish peeled by others, can’t they do it themselves because they have no claws?”
“Other birds go out to forage for themselves, not like some birds acting like lords, refusing to lift a claw even for food brought to their beaks.”
“Being a bird is such bliss, with people serving you Crawfish.”
Su Yinhe: “…”
Qiuqiu: “…”
This this this…
That sarcasm was probably a bit too obvious.
Murong didn’t know if it was obvious or not, he just couldn’t stand it, he had to speak out.
As he ate, he babbled on without stopping for a moment.
In the end, it was Chi Yan who couldn’t stand it and gave him a death glare; only then did Murong lower his voice more and more until he finally fell silent.
But even though he was silent, his animosity toward Qiuqiu was still strong.
It wasn’t like he didn’t try to “kill” Qiuqiu with his eyes.
Su Yinhe: “…”
Su Yinhe couldn’t understand why those two just couldn’t get along peacefully; their antics made things difficult for her.
She didn’t realize the conflict between Murong and Qiuqiu was irreconcilable.
And besides, Murong and Qiuqiu didn’t seem to want to reconcile.
Their daily life was like a needle against wheat awns.
So full of tension that sometimes Su Yinhe didn’t dare get involved.
Fearing collateral damage.
She could only pretend not to see.
As a pet, she still liked Qiuqiu for the time being.
Small and adorable, also smart, not defecating everywhere, willing to be stroked calmly, not noisy.
She couldn’t possibly say she didn’t want it anymore.
As for Murong, such a grown man, you can’t just kick him out directly, right?
Well…actually, you could.
But if she really did that, Murong would definitely clutch her legs and make a big scene with crying, causing a fuss, and threatening to hang himself.
Su Yinhe found it troublesome and didn’t dare to do anything about it for the time being.
She could only turn a blind eye to keep her own peace of mind.
Pretend she didn’t know.
There’s a term called “the feigned ignorance”.
She might as well play the part of the feigned ignorant now.
When Lin Murong tried to make a fuss in front of Su Yinhe and found she wouldn’t intervene, he took his battle with Qiuqiu private.
He was so focused on fighting Qiuqiu that he even neglected Fangfang.
Fangfang didn’t dare to cheer him on either. Qiuqiu was too arrogant; when too brazen, even Fangfang felt the scratch.
Although Fangfang didn’t fear pain and couldn’t feel pain, Qiuqiu’s claws were so sharp that a single scratch would leave marks on Fangfang’s body.
So Lin Murong had to fight alone.
He had gained some experience now; in his battle of wits and bravery with Qiuqiu, he finally managed to pluck two feathers from the bird.
It might just be two feathers now, but he believed he would become more and more formidable.
There would definitely be more than two feathers eventually.
Lin Murong touched the two scars scratched onto his face by the bird, feeling full of confidence in his heart.
He could do it.
The loss of Qiuqiu’s feathers didn’t go unnoticed by Su Yinhe, but seeing the marks on Lin Murong’s face, she still chose to remain silent.
So tiring.
Dealing with the relationship between a person and a bird was so tiring.
Forget it, she wasn’t going to deal with it anymore.
As long as she pretended it never happened, it was as if it hadn’t happened.
Su Yinhe thought to herself as she petted the bird.
The feigned ignorant, the feigned ignorant.
That’s right.
She was the feigned ignorant.
After fighting with Qiuqiu for a while, Lin Murong seemed to have a realization and finally stopped fighting the bird.
Instead, he turned to cooking.
What kind of dishes, you ask?
Grilled squab, braised pigeon…
An entire cookbook of bird dishes.
And they were actually quite delicious.
At least, Su Yinhe found them delicious.
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As for Qiuqiu…
It ate them with great relish.
As long as it could eat, it didn’t care who or what.
It didn’t bother to consider whether it was its own kind.
Besides, when it flew outside in the past, it ate the flesh of its own kind too.
It just loved eating bird meat.
Seeing no effect from his efforts, Lin Murong was very angry.
Then, he cooked even more.
He even borrowed a tablet from Su Yinhe to watch cooking videos.
Seeing one Chi Yan addicted to making desserts, and one Lin Murong addicted to cooking,
Su Yinhe was quite satisfied.
She would just take on the eating duties.
Very happy.
Eating delicious food and watching melodramatic series every day.
Not a bit of pressure.
She could hardly remember her days as a corporate slave.
Now she even doubted if she really had been one.
It all seemed so unreal.
Su Yinhe was starting to miss Tongzi again.
The host for Tongzi this time wasn’t up to par.
The previous host was impressive.
They completed the task with ease, giving Tongzi loads of free time.
She wondered when she would see the silly system again; she did like it a lot.
“Galaxy, come, drink this pigeon soup,” Lin Murong said considerately, serving her a bowl of soup and placing it beside her.
As usual, when Su Yinhe drank it, she poured a little for Qiuqiu too.
Qiuqiu didn’t hold back and drank it happily.
Seeing this, Lin Murong started to get sarcastic again.
“Some birds just eat anything that comes their way without a care in the world, no matter what it is.”
