CHAPTER 453: CHAPTER 102: DAILY LIFE_2

This kind of farm-raised chicken from the countryside is incomparable to the hormone-treated chickens in the city.

"Then we’re in for a treat tonight!"

Xu Lin smiled and said, "Peaceful Years, how about we have rooster for dinner?"

"Yes!"

"Rooster for dinner!"

The old house here doesn’t have good lighting; it’s quite dim inside.

Everything is quite old, with decades of history.

But some things still work, like the old-fashioned wall clock, as ancient as the old house itself. You just need to wind it every now and then to keep it running.

Ning Yuhuan said this clock was here even before she was born.

"Oh? Are there still swallows up there?"

Xu Lin looked up at the swallow’s nest on the wall.

Ning Yuhuan shook her head, "There haven’t been any swallows for over a decade. They were gone when I was very young."

Xu Lin acknowledged with a hum, not saying much more.

Swallows are fascinating birds, preferring to build nests in bustling places.

If a family has swallows nesting, it signifies prosperity. Conversely, if a home is desolate, swallows won’t come. Swallows avoid cold and cheerless homes—not necessarily poor or fallen noble families, but those lacking in warmth and human presence.

Xu Lin’s grandparent’s house still has swallows. Grandpa says the house needs good fortune for swallows to come; otherwise, they won’t even glance your way. So, Grandpa cherishes their nest; no one is allowed to disturb it. Even now, with a touch of dementia, he still remembers the swallow’s nest.

After spending about ten minutes at the old house, Xu Lin and the others left.

It was still afternoon.

Xu Lin suggested they take a walk in the village, so Ning Yuhuan took the lead.

The village isn’t big; a casual stroll covers it. It’s typical of rural places, with nothing particularly distinctive, but fresh and new to Xu Lin.

It’s mid-January, about a month until the New Year. Many migrant workers are still away, so the village isn’t very lively. It’s mostly elderly, women, and children around.

There were some young people too.

Around four in the afternoon.

Xu Lin and the others returned home.

At this time, Grandpa had caught the rooster from the old house.

Ning Haifeng has two brothers and two sisters, Ning Yuhuan’s aunts.

In the countryside, elders usually live with the youngest son, as the eldest would have their own home.

Ning Haifeng had already boiled water, preparing to slaughter the chicken.

"Lin, are you back?"

"Yes, yes, we just took a stroll around the village with Hanhan."

Xu Lin asked, "Uncle, are we preparing to slaughter the chicken?"

"Yes, we’re getting ready to, how would you like the chicken prepared?"

"How about poached chicken? It’s quite famous here."

"Sure, we can do half stir-fried, half poached!"

Ning Haifeng held the rooster, smiling, "This chicken weighs over seven pounds!"

"Uncle, let me help you!"

Xu Lin rolled up his sleeves.

"Lin, no need to trouble yourself."

"It’s fine, Uncle, I’ll just hold it. I do this back home too."

Xu Lin joined in, eager to help.

Ning Haifeng, seeing his enthusiasm, said, "Alright, give me a hand with the grip then."

So the son-in-law and father-in-law worked together, with Ning Haifeng handling the knife to let blood, and Xu Lin holding the rooster’s feet and wings.

Suisui and An’an, the two kids, weren’t afraid either, watching nearby. An’an, being a girl, only covered her eyes partially, peeking through her fingers.

For the subsequent feather plucking and gut-cleaning, Xu Lin also helped out.

Though Xu Lin grew up in the city, his roots are rural, so he’s naturally adept at such simple tasks.

As a guest, he didn’t find it appropriate to stand idly by.

Meanwhile,

"By the way, Hanhan, we’re out of soy sauce at home. Could you go to the shop and buy a bottle?"

Ning Haifeng looked at his daughter.

"Oh, I’ll go right away."

Ning Yuhuan headed out to the local shop.

It had been over five hours since Xu Lin arrived in the village, and word had spread about a new face, Ning Yuhuan’s boyfriend.

Who is Ning Yuhuan? Many in the village might not know, but mention the daughter of Haifeng’s family, and everyone understands.

Years ago, Wu Xiulin, a great beauty, married Ning Haifeng, and their daughter grew up to be as elegant and striking as a fairy, blossoming with beauty.

Now, Ning Haifeng’s youngest son and daughter are likewise standouts among the village children, quite distinct in appearance. Other kids are typical rural children, even if some parents have moved to the city and conditions are good, they can’t compare to Suisui and An’an. Ning Haifeng’s two children are exceptionally beautiful.

Before long, Ning Yuhuan arrived at the shop.

The shop was crowded, mainly with women.

A woman asked, in the local dialect, "Yuhuan, how many millions does your boyfriend have?"

The older women didn’t recognize Xu Lin’s car, but some younger folks did. People talked about the Porsche Panamera GTS parked at the large field, leaving everyone stunned.

The best car in the village is under half a million, owned by someone who works as a small boss outside and only returns during New Year and Tomb-Sweeping Festival.

But now, a young man from outside, driving a car worth over two million, had truly surprised everyone.

Just now, the shop was abuzz discussing this, saying Haifeng’s daughter’s boyfriend is incredibly wealthy and handsome.

Moreover, Xu Lin’s height is 1.87 meters; in this village, no other young man is taller. In the southern regions, people tend to be shorter; very few are above 1.8 meters, with reaching over 1.7 meters considered tall.