In the garden, a maid twisted her neck stiffly, but her body twisted to the other side in a strange way, as if she wasn't used to it.

However, she quickly adjusted and her head and body faced the same direction.

She made a motion of holding something in her hands, as if it was a habit, but then quickly put her hands down again.

Perhaps due to the discomfort, she picked up a flower basket and then showed a satisfied smile.

Kellen Morton, who was walking ahead, sensed something and suddenly turned around, only to see a maid in the garden holding a flower basket and a pair of pruning shears.

She lowered her gaze and did her own thing quietly while holding the flower basket.

Kellen Morton narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that something was not quite right.

If he had seen the Headless Ghost earlier, he would have recognized that the maid's movements were exactly the same as the ghost's. Unfortunately, he couldn't see ghosts.

As it turned out, Susie Murray's kick accidentally sent the Headless Ghost into the maid's body...

Kellen Morton brought Susie Murray back to the house, and the interrupted conversation did not continue.

Alana Murray said, "Susie Murray, are you hungry? Grandma... "

She was about to say that Grandma made something delicious for you, but then changed her mind and said, "Grandma wants your dad to cook for you."

A qualified dad must have excellent cooking skills. Otherwise, how can he feed the children to be chubby and healthy?

Eating out with money is impossible and unhealthy.

Hiring a cook is not feasible either. What if they slack off or skimp on the ingredients they buy?

Kellen Morton raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

When he held a knife, he had only ever chopped people.

But then the Murray family all looked over at him, as if they had formed some kind of tacit agreement in that moment.

Kellen Morton, "..."

Susie Murray made a gesture of encouragement with her hands and said, "Daddy, you can do it! Fighting!"

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Kellen Morton curved his lips. "Alright."

His little darling had said so, so he must be able to do it.

It's just cooking, sorting out the ingredients and putting them in the pot to boil. It's not difficult.

Kellen Morton pulled on his collar and unbuttoned one button. Only then did Martin Murray notice that Kellen was dressed very formally today in a shirt and pants, quite different from his usual casual style, indicating that he took this meeting quite seriously.

Big Uncle's score, +1.

Craig Murray, who just noticed this detail, reluctantly +1 point.

Alana Murray said, "There are three chickens in the kitchen. I had someone buy them from the villagers in the countryside. You can kill them. One is for soup, which Susie Murray wants to drink. One is for braising. Susie Murray likes braised chicken legs. The other one is for white-cutting. Do you know how to make white-cut chicken?"

Kellen Morton nodded as he rolled up his sleeves. If he can kill a person, he certainly knows how to kill a chicken.

Alana Murray continued, "Make a dry stir-fried eggplant with pork trotters. Susie Murray likes eggplants, but they're not easy to make. If you don't know, just ask Ada. Make whatever else you can in the kitchen. There are about ten people in the family, so about 18 dishes should be enough. Oh, and make some minced meat and egg drop soup. Susie Murray needs nutrition to grow - make a few extra portions for the five children in the house."

Kellen Morton was a little surprised by the number of dishes for one meal. He remembered that when he was at the Morton Family Estate, the rough staff would cook one dish in a pot and four dishes in one soup, and that was it.

He walked through the small courtyard between the main house and the kitchen and arrived at the kitchen.

Wade Murray whispered, "Susie Murray, let's go upstairs!"

He was restless as he hadn't found the female ghost.

Susie Murray was also worried and followed him to the kitchen, saying, "Wait a minute! I'm going to check on Dad!"

In the kitchen, Ada handed Kellen Morton an apron and asked, "Mr. Mu, please kill the chickens first! Do you need any help? These free-range chickens are quite lively."

Kellen Morton saw Susie Murray run in and quickly changed what he was about to say, "Never mind."

In front of his daughter, he had to show the side of him that was a stern father.

Kellen Morton easily lifted the chicken out.

Having traveled far and wide, he had seen others kill chickens before.

At that time, life was very hard, and being able to eat a full meal was considered good. After that, he recruited a few men and went undercover in a dark organization.

To be honest, he had never really killed a chicken before.

Kellen Morton held the kitchen knife and casually twirled it around like a pen, frightening Ada, who quickly stepped in front of Susie Murray, afraid that the knife might fly out without warning.

Ada said, "Pluck the feathers first."

Kellen Morton hesitated, wasn't it better to kill it first before plucking the feathers?

Ada quickly explained, "I mean the feathers on the chicken's neck... It's better to pluck them before cutting it."

Kellen Morton nodded, and quickly plucked the feathers. With a twist of his wrist, he pressed the chicken legs, wings, and head together.

He grabbed the chicken with one hand and held the knife with the other - a true one-handed chicken slaughter!

The chicken was twisted into a pretzel and couldn't even scream, struggling desperately but to no avail.

Susie Murray said, "Uh, Dad is so powerful!"

She covered her eyes and said, "Dad, from now on, let's eat the chickens that have turned into chicken meat instead of killing the chickens. Okay?"

The chicken was a little pitiful...

In the eyes of the little girl, the chicken would automatically turn into chicken meat, and the chickens that didn't turn into meat were the ones that didn't want to die.

Kellen Morton found it amusing and nodded, "Okay."

Seeing Susie Murray cover her eyes, he quickly made his move and sliced the chicken with one swift stroke.

Blood splattered as he held the chicken with one hand, crouched down, and brought the chicken's neck close to the edge of the bowl. Alana Murray, who was watching nearby, sneered, "I thought he couldn't do it, but it looks like he can." Martin Murray, +1 point. Craig Murray, +1 point. Other members of the Murray Family, +0.5 points. Michael Murray thought killing a chicken and showing off was ridiculous, so he reluctantly gave 0.5 points. Kellen Morton only threw the chicken away when the blood stopped flowing. However, a dramatic scene occurred, the chicken flapped its wings twice after being thrown out, then took off running while clucking in fear. The members of the Murray Family, "..." -1 -1 -1 ... Losing points like crazy. Kellen Morton, "..." Not giving face? A flash of killing intent appeared in the eyes of Mu the War God, and he threw the kitchen knife! The spinning knife was accurate, aiming straight for the chicken's neck. Thud! The knife was embedded in the trunk of an old tree in the courtyard, and the chicken's head flew off. The headless chicken clucked and ran a few steps before falling to the ground. Behind the old tree, a maid holding a flower basket seemed to be frightened, her pupils shrinking violently as the basket fell from her hands. Susie Murray widened her eyes. "This...this..." Little Nugget was so shocked he stuttered. For a moment, he didn't know whether to feel sorry for the poor chicken or think that his father was awesome. In his mind, the soul-summoning curse his father taught him involuntarily rang out, "Shabening kills black chickens...Shabening kills black chickens..." Ada's mouth had already formed an "O" shape, big enough to fit an egg inside. Could a chicken really be killed like this? The members of the Murray Family collectively twitched their mouths, struggling with whether or not to give Kellen Morton that one point...