Chapter 14: My Daughter, Whoever Marries Her Is Lucky

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.