The Deadly Assassin Robin

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?"

Shirley tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. "Yes. You two can sit in the living room for a bit and make yourselves some tea while I get to work.

"It won't take long. I'll take care of the fish first and get it cooking right away."

"O-okay, Ms. Dunn." Amber nodded and moved into the villa's living room with Robin.

Inside, the living room was just as chaotic as the yard.

From the mess scattered across the floor, it was evident that Shirley had chased 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 in the living room.

Just as she was about to 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 kitchen.

Through the frosted glass of the kitchen door, they could see Shirley jumping around frantically.

Robin raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto his face. "This cooking chaos is truly something to behold."

Amber hesitated before saying, "Mr. Ramsey, you relax here for a moment. I'll check on Ms. Dunn and see if she needs a hand."

Robin nodded, suspecting that by the end of the night, these two women might have completely wrecked the kitchen.

Amber stepped into the kitchen, where she found Shirley facing off against a fish lying on the floor with her knife at the ready.

A two-foot-long carp lay sprawled across the kitchen floor, its eyes glaring defiantly at Shirley.

Shirley gripped the knife tightly, her hands shaking as she stared at the fish, paralyzed by fear.

"Ms. Dunn, what's happening?"

Shirley jumped at the sound of Amber's voice, who stood in the doorway, gesturing for her to approach.

"Ms. Dunn, what are you doing?" Amber asked, surveying the chaos in the kitchen.

Shirley quickly shut the kitchen door and whispered, "Amber, you came just in time. Can you help me out? This fish just bit me!"

"Uh, what?" Amber hesitated, eyeing the large fish on the floor.

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

Shirley grabbed Amber's arm urgently. "Please don't tell Robin I can't deal with this! You have to help me!"

Amber sighed, her resolve wavering. "Ms. Dunn, I've never killed a fish before, and this one looks pretty fierce."

"It's just a fish; how difficult can it be?" Shirley's expression shifted from terror to determination. "Amber, hurry! You do great work; I know you can manage this!" After a long moment of indecision, Amber stepped forward hesitantly and reached for the wriggling fish.

However, it was as slippery as an eel.

As soon as she grasped it, the fish wriggled out of her grasp, its mouth wide open and glaring at her defiantly.

Amber yelped, panic surging through her as she fell to the floor, tears nearly spilling from her eyes.

"Ms. Dunn, let's just forget about the fish! It's too scary!"

Shirley shook her head firmly. "How can we skip it? We promised to make fish and chicken for dinner!

"It's fine. Just catch it and kill it. I'll take care of everything else."

Determined, Shirley raised her fist in encouragement. "Amber, you can do this! Go for it!"

"Alright!" Amber inhaled deeply, steeling herself.

To succeed, one must embrace the chaos!

"Ah!" she shouted, surprisingly causing the fish to pause, as if she had magically quelled its frantic movements.

With newfound determination, Amber grabbed the fish and hurled it into the sink. "Ha! You think you can escape me? Not a chance!"

With that, she seized the knife from the cutting board and brought it down decisively onto the fish's head.

"All done, Ms. Dunn! The fish is ready."

Shirley's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I knew you could do it! Fantastic! Let's move on to the next step!

"I saw a tutorial...

She glanced at the fish, now split in two, its head still gasping for breath, then opened her phone to the fish-preparation video. "We need to scoop out the gills from the head."

Amber stared at the still-breathing fish head. "Ms. Dunn, since it's still gasping, should we skip that step?"

Shirley frowned at the video. "We can't skip it; we need to remove the gills, or the fish soup won't taste fresh.

"You handle the fish, and I'll pluck the chicken feathers. That way, we can finish faster."

Amber hesitated but finally shut her eyes and, when Shirley wasn't looking, pried open the gill cover and poked around. "Ms. Dunn, I did it! I got the gills out!"

Shirley, focused on plucking chicken feathers, didn't look up. "Great, now clean out the inside of the fish."

Wiping sweat from her brow with her sleeve, Shirley glanced at the pile of feathers and frowned. "I didn't expect chicken feathers to be this tough. I've been at it forever and barely removed any." Amber examined the thick layer of feathers and suggested, "Ms. Dunn, can't we just use scissors to cut them off?"

"Absolutely!" Shirley's face brightened. "Amber, you're brilliant! Just like a haircut, snipping the feathers will work perfectly!"

She quickly washed her hands and dashed out of the kitchen.

Robin was lounging on the couch, engrossed in a funny video on his phone.

When he saw Shirley burst out of the kitchen with scissors in hand, he followed her back inside.

"Do you really need scissors to cook?" Robin asked, peering into the kitchen.

Shirley quickly closed the sliding door behind her. "Ms. Dunn, the fish is ready."

Shirley inspected the fish on the plate, nodding approvingly. "Amber, you did a pretty good job! Sure, it looks a bit rougher than in the video, but it has character."

Amber laughed. "Thanks for the compliment! Honestly, every time I push myself, it feels so rewarding!"

The two women shared a laugh in the kitchen.

Amber studied the fish she'd prepared and then looked back at the video for reassurance. "It may not look perfect, but as long as it tastes good, that's what counts." Shirley nodded confidently. "Don't worry. I promise it'll taste amazing!"

Amber paused for a moment. "Ms. Dunn, the last fish I made didn't have any salt... My mom always says it's best to add lots of salt when cooking fish to enhance the flavor." Shirley nodded seriously. "Alright, we'll add more salt this time."

"I bought a whole box of salt today. Half a bag should do the trick, right?"

Amber glanced at the fish simmering in the pot.

Recalling the last time Shirley had her taste-test the fish, it was completely bland.

This time, she decided to be generous.

With that thought, she dumped a generous portion of oil and salt into the pot.

"All set, Ms. Dunn! The fish and seasonings are in the pot now."

Shirley wiped the sweat off her forehead. "Fantastic! Now come help me with the chicken feathers."

Amber watched enviously as Shirley expertly trimmed the feathers from the whole chicken. "Ms. Dunn, everything you do is so meticulous! The chicken looks really neat after you've plucked it." Shirley studied the now bare chicken and hesitated for a moment. "Amber, I'm not sure this chicken looks right. It doesn't seem as clean as what they showed in the video."

Amber thought for a moment. "They probably used an electric razor."

Shirley frowned. "I don't have an electric razor. What should we do?"

Amber pondered again, her face lighting up with excitement. "Ms. Dunn, you could use your eyebrow razor! It should work just as well!"

Shirley perked up. "Amber, you're a genius! Keep cutting while I grab the eyebrow razor!"