Chapter 173

Chapter 173 Killing a Chicken

Amber stood frozen in shock at the chaotic scene playing out in the yard.

Shirley's attempt to catch a chicken was nothing short of alarming!

Robin, equally surprised, watched as Shirley transformed the entire villa's courtyard into a battleground in her frantic pursuit of the bird.

He gazed at Shirley, who stood with a kitchen knife in hand and clearly out of breath; it was obvious she had invested far too much time on this endeavor. Didn't she claim to have been honing her skills for an entire month?

And yet, this is the outcome?

With the way things are going, it seems unlikely that she would manage to prepare a meal anytime soon. Just then, Robin dashed forward, catching the flapping rooster just as it attempted to make a break for it. Amber sighed in relief, exclaiming, "We finally got it! Ms. Dunn, you really need to take a moment to rest." Robin casually handed the rooster to Amber, who was still watching Shirley, whose exhaustion was evident. Suddenly, Shirley yelled and swung her knife with frustration.

"Ah!" Amber gasped, realizing too late that she should have dodged.

In that instant, the rooster squawked frantically as its head was lopped off, sending it soaring into the air. Amber stood there, stunned, grappling with what had just occurred.

Shirley shot her an angry look. "I told you to stop running!"

After a beat, Amber finally understood that Shirley's fierce glare was aimed at something in her own hands.

She glanced down and saw that she was gripping a headless chicken, its body twitching and spilling warm blood!

"Ah!" she shrieked, dropping the lifeless bird onto the ground.

Just as she regained her composure, the severed head of the chicken plopped neatly into her grasp.

Without even looking at what she was holding, Amber tightened her grip and shot a glare at Robin. "You handed me the chicken and didn't give me a heads-up?"

Robin pointed at her hand. "If you squeeze any harder, you'll crush it."

Amber looked down and finally realized she was holding a blood-soaked chicken head.

"Ahhh!!" she yelped, flinging the head away with all her might before bolting around the yard in panic.

Exhausted from the ordeal, Shirley sank onto the courtyard steps, gasping for air.

She glanced at the headless chicken sprawled on the ground and then at Amber, who was frantically running in circles, and chuckled. "Amber, you might want to work on your bravery." Amber finally halted, her cheeks flushed. "Well ... that caught me completely off guard ...

"I had no idea killing a chicken would be this tough," Shirley admitted, nodding. "If I had known, I would have just bought one that was already cleaned and ready to go."

After a brief pause, she gathered herself. "You two wait in the living room. I'll head to the kitchen, pluck the feathers, and then prepare the fish. We can finally start cooking." Amber had calmed down by this point.

Hearing Shirley's words, she hesitantly asked, "Ms. Dunn, the fish is still alive?"

"Yes. You two can sit in the living room for a bit and

of the fish first and get it

nodded and moved into the villa's

the living room was just as chaotic as the

chicken from the kitchen through the living room and out into the yard. Amber quickly freshened up in the bathroom and began tidying up the disarray

settle onto the sofa for a moment of respite, a sudden scream echoed from the kitchen, nearly causing her heart to leap out of her chest. Robin and Amber exchanged alarmed glances and turned toward the

door, they

eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto his

Ramsey, you relax here for a moment. I'll check on Ms. Dunn and see if she

night, these two women might have completely wrecked the

found Shirley facing off against a fish lying on the floor with

across the kitchen floor, its

her hands shaking as

"Ms. Dunn, what's happening?"

of Amber's voice, who

are you doing?" Amber asked, surveying the chaos in

you came just in

hesitated, eyeing the large fish on

should call Mr. Ramsey to handle it instead. I'm not sure I can

Robin I can't deal with this! You

killed a fish

difficult can it be?" Shirley's expression shifted from terror to determination. "Amber, hurry! You do great work; I know you can

it was as slippery

the fish wriggled out of her grasp, its mouth

yelped, panic surging through her as she fell to the floor, tears

about the fish!

firmly. "How can we skip it? We

catch it and kill it. I'll take care of everything

raised her fist in encouragement. "Amber, you

Amber inhaled deeply,

one must embrace

to pause, as if she had magically quelled

newfound determination, Amber grabbed the fish and hurled it into the sink. "Ha! You think you

from the cutting board and brought it

Dunn! The fish

could do

"I saw a tutorial...

its head still gasping for breath, then opened her phone to the fish-preparation video. "We need to

still-breathing fish head. "Ms. Dunn, since

the video. "We can't skip it; we need to remove the

handle the fish, and I'll pluck the chicken feathers. That way,

Shirley wasn't looking, pried open the gill cover and poked around. "Ms. Dunn, I did

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