Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space-Chapter 1778 - 1772: Drooling

"Alright then, I’ll wait for you." Qin Xue glanced at Aunt Wu, then sat back down. Watching the flock of chickens happily pecking at their feed—chickens that eat so joyfully always have tastier meat, especially sweet, tender, and flavorful.

Qin Xue didn’t pay much attention to what the others were discussing. Her focus remained on figuring out how to make the chicken taste even better. A flood of ideas bubbled up in her mind, making her feel as though any ingredient she had could be turned into something delicious.

But speaking of chicken, Qin Xue’s favorite was still white cut chicken. It seemed she hadn’t eaten that dish since she left S Province. Now, if she could bring a chicken home, she could make it again—and just thinking about it made her delighted beyond measure.

"Qin Xue, you’re drooling." Aunt Wu looked at her glistening eyes and her eager expression. Seeing Qin Xue like this, Aunt Wu felt that if she didn’t sell her a chicken, it would be almost a crime. So, she decided to catch one for her—better to quell her craving than let it come to this!

"Aunt Wu, you’re teasing me." Qin Xue heard this and actually reached up to touch her chin. It was dry—there wasn’t any drool. Only then did she realize Aunt Wu was just poking fun at her.

"Well, you need to give me the chance to tease you first! Which one do you want? I’ll catch it for you." Aunt Wu had raised these chickens to be especially plump. If it weren’t for her family’s financial struggles, she’d be reluctant to sell them at all.

"Aunt Wu, catch me a big one. We have a lot of people at home—a small one wouldn’t be enough." Actually, Qin Xue thought one chicken wouldn’t be enough for her family anyway. But seeing Aunt Wu’s slightly pained expression, Qin Xue felt too embarrassed to ask for two. So, as Aunt Wu had said, one chicken it would be—but she wanted the largest one. This way, at least everyone could have a piece.

Qin Xue’s reasoning wasn’t unfounded. Right now, there were so many people at her house that, if the chicken were too small, it might not be enough for everyone to get a piece. That kind of situation would truly be embarrassing. freewёbnoνel-com

Aunt Wu thought it over and decided to catch the biggest one for Qin Xue after all. Otherwise, just as Qin Xue had pointed out, if she ran into Nangong Shulan later, she’d feel a bit ashamed herself.

In the village, Aunt Wu’s relationship with Nangong Shulan was pretty good, so maintaining their ties was important.

Of course, Aunt Wu agreed to Qin Xue’s request very straightforwardly. And, true to form, her hands were quick and precise—she snagged the largest chicken in one swift move.

"Does this one satisfy you?" Aunt Wu glanced at Qin Xue. Even if it didn’t satisfy her, catching another would be tricky now—the rest of the chickens had scattered when she grabbed this one. So, her question was merely a formality.

"Yes, yes, thank you, Aunt Wu." Naturally, Qin Xue was satisfied. As long as she had something tasty to eat, she wasn’t fussed about anything else.

"Aunt Wu, please wait for me. I’ll take the chicken home first and then bring you the money." Though Qin Xue had cash on her, she didn’t want others to know she carried so much money with her.

She had initially come to buy vegetables, but somehow ended up buying a chicken instead. If others found out, what might they think of her? They’d surely assume she was wealthy—a perception Qin Xue didn’t want. Keeping a low profile while quietly flourishing: that was her philosophy, and she understood the wisdom of not flaunting one’s riches.

"Alright, I’ll go grab a vegetable basket and wait for you under the banyan tree outside." Aunt Wu decided she’d pick some veggies to prepare for dinner—best to avoid making an extra trip to the fields later.

Carrying the chicken with a cheerful bounce in her step, Qin Xue headed home. Meanwhile, Aunt Wu grabbed a basket and went to wait for Qin Xue as promised.

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