"Chestnut-stewed chicken?"
Since Nian Shutong had mentioned it, it naturally had to be made.
"I'll go catch a couple of chickens; you get some chestnuts ready to be shelled. Don't get the cooked ones; we need raw chestnuts."
After saying this, Nian Shutong was about to leave but Fu Yunhe called out to her.
"Hold on, I don't know how."
With those words, "I don't know how," Fu Yunhe spoke with a mix of assertiveness and a slight sense of grievance.
He had no desire to repeat the last "feather-plucking" debacle.
That chestnut, he really had tried to handle it; raw ones were not easy to peel at all.
"That's fair; then I'll teach you." Nian Shutong turned back on her heel and gave Fu Yunhe's arm a tug.
"Let's go!"
Fu Yunhe glanced at his own arm and didn't dare to say a word. He followed Nian Shutong to the kitchen and watched her fetch the chestnuts.
