Demon hunter's Cooking Manual-Chapter 1294 - 35 Harmonious Jia Youcai_3

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He can imagine how this group will behave once the news of his promotion to Eastern City's chief arrest officer spreads.

It makes him feel nauseated.

But there's nothing he can do about it.

This is life.

It's a mess, but what can you do.

Sigh!

Unconsciously, a sigh escaped him.

"Son, why are you sighing out of the blue?"

Not far away, under a large locust tree, an elderly woman dressed plainly, with grayed hair and leaning on a cane, was sitting there. Even with her eyes squinting, she could only make out blurry figures.

But she recognized her own son.

And his voice was familiar as well.

Jia Youcai saw his mother sitting there and couldn't help but gently tug at his own mouth, then hurriedly took three steps in two to support his mother who was about to stand up.

"Oh, mother, why are you waiting for me out here? You should wait in the home courtyard. It's getting dark, and your eyesight isn't good. What if you fall?"

"I've walked the path home for fifty years; how could I fall?"

The elderly woman said, taking Jia Youcai's hand and leading him back to their yard.

An ordinary little yard, which in the early years had chickens and vegetables growing.

But as the elderly woman's eyesight worsened, they gradually vanished.

"Why did you buy all this food again? Don't waste money. Even if you become the chief arrest officer, you still need to save up a bit."

Looking vaguely at Jia Youcai arranging the dishes on the dining table, the elderly woman couldn't help but complain.

"Mother, it's alright. The salary of the chief officer is high, it's more than enough."

Jia Youcai said with a grin.

"Such a smooth talker. If it weren't for this attitude of yours, those marriage proposals would have been settled long ago, instead of dragging on until now. I've heard there's a daughter of Widow Li by the Eastern gate who's quite good. She's quick and treats people well. Why don't you take some time to meet her? You're not getting any younger. Even with the status of chief arrest officer, you can't be too picky, or you'll miss out if you're too choosy."

Li's urging for marriage began once again as part of her daily ritual.

Jia Youcai just smiled, not responding, and simply placed shrimp dumplings onto his mother's plate.

He wouldn't tell his mother that the daughter of Widow Li weighed over 200 pounds, nor that she was fierce enough to brawl with men in the street with bare arms, and on top of that, she ran a gambling den.

He wouldn't say any of this.

Just listening quietly was enough.

At first, he found such nagging and marriage pressure annoying.

But he didn't know when he started getting used to it.

Was it the day his father passed away?

Without his father, only his mother's nagging remained, and he actually thought it was quite nice.

"I'll go light an incense for my father."

Jia Youcai picked up a plate with the food he'd set aside and headed towards the corridor. His house was a typical three-room arrangement, with rooms on the east and west, separated by a corridor.

His mother lived in the east room, he lived in the west, and the corridor held some miscellaneous items, with the kitchen outside.

His father's memorial tablet was placed at the far end of the corridor, kept clean and tidy around it.

Three sticks of incense, three bows.

"Father, time to eat."

After speaking, he took the food from the morning placed in the kitchen, reheated it simply, and returned to the dining table.

The food purchased in the morning hadn't spoiled.

Still edible.

He didn't waste it.

"Son, why did you just sigh?"

"Did something troubling happen?"

Just as he sat down, Li asked.

"No, nothing!"

"I was just lamenting that practicing martial arts is tiring!"

Jia Youcai told a well-intentioned lie.

"Even so, you must persevere. Lord Li values you so much, and that Master Mu is sincerely teaching you. You can't let them down."

Li advised.

"Of course."

Jia Youcai said assuredly.

He couldn't possibly let either Li Deshang or Master Mu down.

They were two people who genuinely cared about him.

Lowering his head, as Jia Youcai gnawed on a rib, two unusual sounds came from the courtyard.

That was the sound of someone leaping over a wall and landing.

Jia Youcai, from the market, who had been a constable for so many years, was too familiar with it.

"Mother, keep eating, I'm going to the outhouse."

Saying this, Jia Youcai quietly grabbed his bladeless sword and slowly moved towards the door.

At this moment, an unprecedented coldness arose in Jia Youcai's eyes.

That's right, the intent to kill.

Everyone has untouchable points.

For Jia Youcai, his old mother is that point.

Someone climbing over the wall at this time, obviously isn't just coming for him.

You should know, by routine, at this time, he should just barely be heading home from the yamen.

What does this person want by climbing over the wall into his home?

Nothing more than trying to kidnap his old mother to threaten him.

If there's any issue, come for him directly, even if it means death, Jia Youcai would have no complaints.

But kidnapping his old mother.

He would chop that scum to pieces.

Holding the knife, he silently approached the door, that person was using a wire to slip it through the door crack, trying to pick the lock.

Clearly, this was a professional.

With just one move, the latch was opened.

Jia Youcai didn't shout or scream, he just stood silently behind the door, watching a figure come in, the broadsword in his hand slowly approached the intruder, and when it was no more than a fist's distance from the intruder's back, he thrust with force.

Thud!

The blade pierced horizontally into the intruder's back, puncturing the heart.

As the intruder was about to scream, Jia Youcai clamped a hand over his mouth.

"Son, what's going on?"

Li's voice rang out.

"Mom, it's nothing, just a rat."

"I'll chase this rat away and come back."

With these words, Jia Youcai dragged the corpse out of the courtyard, closing the door casually, yanked the broadsword out from the corpse, squinted his eyes, and stared at another shadow in the courtyard, step by step approaching.

The person was startled.

They just came to tie up an almost blind old lady.

They never expected to run into Jia Youcai.

Even more unexpectedly, Jia Youcai actually killed someone.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, and that bloody knife, this person's legs began to cramp.

"Chief Jia, I..."

"Keep your voice down, don't let my mom hear."

Jia Youcai interrupted the other person, spoke in a low voice.

"Yes, yes, yes."

The person stammered.

"Who sent you, speak."

Jia Youcai asked,

Judging from this person's demeanor, they can't be the mastermind.

"It's Li the Cripple from Northern City."

The other immediately said.

"Li the Cripple?"

Jia Youcai paused.

He knew Li the Cripple, a gambling den operator, a loan shark.

No connection with him.

Why would he kidnap his old mother?

"Are you fooling me?"

Jia Youcai bluffed the other.

"Honestly, Chief Jia, it was Li the Cripple who gave us ten silver coins, asking us to kidnap your old mother and deliver her to him..."

Thud!

As the person spoke and lowered his head to take out the ten silver coins from his pocket, Jia Youcai took the opportunity to get close, raised his knife and ended the person.

Then, he dragged the body to the side, straightened his coat, and returned to the room.

"Mom, I just remembered, it's my turn to be on duty today, I need to go back to the yamen."

"These damned rats, I just stomped on two, such a bloody mess, and I just saw, there are quite a lot of them, you better temporarily stay at a friend's place tonight."

"Otherwise, if the rats injure you and you need a doctor, it will cost a lot."

Jia Youcai knew how to persuade his old mother.

Sure enough, upon hearing Jia Youcai's words, Li nodded immediately.

Then, Jia Youcai turned around, took his father's memorial tablet, tucked it into his bosom, and from a secret compartment behind the tablet, took out a money pouch, turned and grabbed his knife, supporting his old mother heading straight to the Mu-style Martial Arts School.

This place was definitely no longer safe to stay.

Mu-style Martial Arts School was currently the safest place.

He felt at ease arranging his old mother there.

And then?

He was going to make Li the Cripple a dead cripple.

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