Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 189 - 170 Year After Year
Chapter 189: Chapter 170: Year After Year
Chapter 189: Chapter 170: Year After Year
Jiang Ning caught a huge fish, and Aunt Gu had returned to her hometown, so Xue Yuantong thought they might not finish it.
The mood was set, though, and she absolutely had to eat fish for the festive atmosphere at noon, and it was out of the question to save it for tomorrow.
Nothing beats sharing the joy, so Xue Yuantong sent a few photos of the big catfish to Xue Chuchu via cell phone:
“Chuchu, my lieutenant Jiang Ning has achieved a great feat today.”
“Come over to my house for a meal quick.”
As one of her few good friends, Xue Yuantong was happy to share the joy with Chuchu, who had been no stranger to food from Chuchu’s house when they were young.
In the urban area, there was an old house,
On the balcony sat Xue Chuchu, leaning against a wooden chair, wrapped in a white blanket, with a history textbook in hand.
The white blanket was clean and white, a match for Chuchu’s fair skin, but it lacked a healthy rosy blush.
She planned to read until eleven at noon, then wash some rice to make rice for lunch and stir-fry some shredded potatoes.
Although her mother, Hua Fengmei, had found a good job, Xue Chuchu knew that money didn’t come easy and still lived frugally.
As a child from a poor household, she took on domestic chores early on, and basic cooking was within her skillset.
The New Year had passed, and it was already February, but the temperature was still several degrees below zero. The water was icy cold in winter, making washing vegetables freeze the hands, so cooking was somewhat torturous.
At that moment, her cell phone pinged with a notification, and Xue Chuchu instinctively felt a bit panicked.
She didn’t have many QQ friends—just Xue Yuantong, Jiang Ning, and a few familiar classmates from school, and she didn’t contact them much.
Because of the experience of her QQ account being hacked before New Year, when the hacker found the gate of her Second Middle School, she always felt that person would eventually find her. Xue Chuchu had been afraid for a long time and had developed a bit of a fear of QQ notification sounds.
Strangely, that creep seemed to have disappeared during this period and hadn’t shown up again.
She swiped open the screen.
“What a huge fish,” Xue Chuchu was surprised.
The fish picture sent by Xue Yuantong, with herself for scale, was really big—seventy or eighty centimeters.
Was this fish caught by Jiang Ning?
Xue Chuchu knew that Jiang Ning had superior fishing skills, but such a big fish being caught by Jiang Ning seemed a bit incredible.
Surprised as she was, she felt like crashing the meal wasn’t quite right.
“I won’t come over, I’ve already prepared lunch,” Xue Chuchu replied.
Xue Yuantong saw through it at a glance and replied immediately, “That’s not true, you haven’t cooked yet.”
Xue Chuchu: “…”
“Come quick. It’s just me and Jiang Ning at my house, and he’s unaware of how to help. If you come, you can lend a hand in handling this fish,” Xue Yuantong responded.
“Well, okay.” Faced with Tongtong’s earnest invitation, Xue Chuchu agreed. She wasn’t a Saint, after all, and she was a bit intrigued to taste the big fish.
Xue Chuchu removed the blanket and spread open the history book, placing it down upside-down on the table so she could continue from there when she got back.
She straightened her light blue down jacket.
She sent a text message to her mother first, telling her she was going to Tongtong’s house for lunch. She used text messaging because her mother hardly ever used WeChat or QQ.
Xue Chuchu’s phone plan included some free texts each month, which was perfect for messaging her mother.
Before leaving, she put on cotton shoes. The style was outdated and not pretty—many girls rejected them—the only advantage was their warmth; they wouldn’t freeze your feet.
At the moment, on Xue Chuchu’s feet, they offered a different aesthetic.
She wrapped a scarf around her neck, grabbed her helmet, and opened the door.
The auntie across the hall was holding a garbage bag.
Xue Chuchu said, “Auntie, I was just heading out. I can take that down for you.”
The auntie smiled, “Thank you, Chuchu.”
“Just doing my part.” Xue Chuchu took the garbage bag and headed downstairs.
The auntie across the way was from Tu County, having brought her child to the urban area for school, making her one of the many accompanying mothers.
However, her husband had bought a house in the city, and it was still under construction. Eventually, the auntie would move to the new house and leave this old neighborhood behind.
As Xue Chuchu went downstairs, she remembered the news from Tu County before the New Year: a young man playing games at home had been injured under mysterious circumstances, and the neighbor had called an ambulance to take him to the hospital.
It was said that the young man had all his fingers cut off and, during his hospital stay, a few men from Tu County came to the hospital, dragged him from his bed, and beat him half to death.
It turned out that the young man had been messing with their wives.
And one of the men who beat him was actually the young man’s relative—he hadn’t spared even his relative’s wife.
It was a real eye-opener for Xue Chuchu, shattering her worldview.
The urban area of Yuzhou City wasn’t large; the electric bike Xue Chuchu rode wasn’t a small pedal-assist one, but a large one capable of reaching speeds up to sixty.
Xue Chuchu didn’t dare drive at full speed, opting instead for a moderate pace, and twenty minutes later, she arrived at Xue Yuantong’s house.
The gates of Xue Yuantong’s house were wide open; Xue Chuchu parked her bike and entered.
She saw a wooden chopping block set up in the courtyard.
Jiang Ning was holding a large fish with one hand.
“Chuchu, you’re here.”
“I’ll show you how to kill a fish.”
Xue Yuantong brandished a freshly sharpened kitchen knife, tied with a small apron around her chest, dressing the part of a little chef.
Jiang Ning gave the fish head a slap, stunning it, and laid it on the block.
Xue Yuantong wiped her knife and looked at the large catfish, gesturing before killing it, feigning sincerity:
“It wasn’t easy for it to grow this big; it must have endured much hardship. I’m thinking of setting it free.”
Xue Chuchu suddenly felt Tongtong was being so hypocritical.
She continued, “It’s impossible to set them all free.”
“How about freeing half? Jiang Ning, what do you think? Am I not very kind?”
Jiang Ning said, “Are you really thinking of setting it free? Or is it free ‘ginger,’ perhaps?”
Xue Yuantong: “Hmph, not freeing it anymore.”
She was small in stature, but when she swung her kitchen knife, she was surprisingly fierce, beyond Jiang Ning’s expectations.
“This piece, for braised in soy sauce.”
“And these, for steaming.”
“The rest, stir-fry!”
Xue Yuantong clearly organized, “Today, I’m going to show you what a ‘genius chef’ looks like.”
Noon.
The kitchen was filled with delicious aromas, a table full of fish dishes, a complete fish feast.
Jiang Ning cast an array over the table to keep the food warm.
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Xue Yuantong took off her apron and sat on a small wooden stool as Xue Chuchu served the rice and Jiang Ning brought out the warmed coconut milk.
Filling everyone’s cups.
Xue Yuantong lifted her cup and exclaimed, “Cheers!”
“Clang.” The glass cups made a sound, the thick coconut milk within gently swaying.
Only when Jiang Ning started using his chopsticks did Xue Chuchu pick up hers, grabbing a steaming hot piece of fish.
The catfish was tender, with few bones, perfectly spiced, making it exceptionally delicious.
The modest Xue Chuchu almost bit her tongue.
“Tongtong, this is so tasty.” Xue Chuchu took another piece.
“Ha ha ha, I’m awesome, right?” Xue Yuantong reveled in the praise.
“Mmm.” If it came to cooking skills, Xue Chuchu indeed paled in comparison to Tongtong.
Jiang Ning silently ate his meal.
“Oh, that’s right—let’s take a picture.”
Xue Yuantong took out her phone; she seldom took pictures, but didn’t want to miss out on this rare day.
After taking the photo, she sent one to her mother first.
Then, she planned to send one to Jiang Ning too, but thought better of it; the photos were saved on her phone anyway, Jiang Ning could see them anytime.
Xue Yuantong never worried about Jiang Ning leaving; after all, he had ‘sealed a pact’ with her, saying he’d never forget her.
Xue Chuchu took the initiative to raise her glass, looking through the steaming haze over the dining table at the flushed cheeks of Tongtong, and then at Jiang Ning with his gentle smile.
They were her good friends. How wonderful.
In that moment, Xue Chuchu’s spirit suddenly lifted, her taxing studies, her uncertain future, and the weight of responsibility all cast aside.
Facing their gaze, her usually cool expression bloomed into a sweet, moist smile:
“Here’s to us, having many more days like today!”
