If he actually killed the chicken like that, a stab to the belly wouldn't be instantly fatal. The bird would just flap around, splattering the kitchen with blood, and the room would become impossible to stay in.
Qin Jiao said with a sigh of resignation, "That's not how you kill a chicken. Go get some white liquor. We have to do this out in the courtyard. Auntie, please boil some water. We'll need it to pluck the feathers."
Du Liya was still baffled, but she didn't question it. She just nodded and went to boil the water.
Shen Yi went and got Mr. Du's white liquor. When Qin Jiao saw the word "Maotai" on the label, the corner of her mouth twitched.
"Go swap this for some regular white liquor. Erguotou is fine. If you use this to get the chicken drunk, Grandpa Du will probably want to stew *you* into soup!"
Even though Shen Yi had been reborn, he came from a life of privilege and had never been short on money. Maotai might be expensive, but he didn't think it was a big deal.
