Farm the Prolific Chapter 8

"Aunt, sparrows are so small, it seems...there is not much meat. No one in the village has ever eaten sparrow meat." Faye Du looked at her aunt, who had become somewhat cute and amiable, with some doubt.

"Yes, that's right. It's because there's no one in the village to eat sparrows that we can catch more and kill and cook them. Then I'll cook them for you. I guarantee you'll find them delicious. Although there's not much sparrow meat, it's still meat. Come on, fourth brother, keep catching them. Catch more. There are many people in the family, and a dozen sparrows won't be enough."

"Okay, I'll go put the sparrows in the bag and continue."

When they heard that they were not going to play with the fish but would cook them, Miles Du and the two little girls became even more excited.

The four of them were busy for most of the morning and caught a whole sack of sparrows. Listening to the sparrows bumping and chirping like blind men in the sack, Lyra Du's fat black face smiled like a black peony. The two yellow-haired girls were so happy that they kept shouting, "Aunt, aunt, there are so many sparrows. Do you want to cook them for lunch?" They swallowed their saliva after saying that.

"Why are you in such a hurry? It's too late at noon! I have to boil water to remove the feathers of this sparrow and clean its internal organs before I can cook it."

Miles Du had never eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run. When killing a chicken, you have to remove the feathers and internal organs. The same should be done when killing sparrows. Besides, his youngest sister must be tired after catching sparrows all morning, so he was reluctant to let her go into the kitchen at noon to cook sparrow meat.

After scolding the two little ones, she thought of how Lyra Du had never been in the kitchen before. Her hands were as delicate as those of a rich lady. She looked at Lyra Du and asked, "Little sister, can you...can you cook?"

"Never done it? Haven't seen it? Don't worry, I'll get everyone to help."

Lyra Du didn't dare to say anything because the original owner was so lazy and had never even held a kitchen knife.

Miles Du nodded and said, "Okay, let's all help. We eat the meat together. We can't let you work alone, little sister."

"Well, let's go home!"

Lyra Du glanced at her fourth brother who always protected her in everything, and her almond-shaped eyes narrowed into slits from smiling. Oh, it should be said that she smiled so hard that her eyes could not be seen.

Miles Du is twenty-one today, and he will be twenty-two after the Chinese New Year. People of this age can even have children, but he still hasn't found one.

There was a reason why he didn't find a wife. His family had originally arranged a marriage for him with his cousin who was one year older than him from his maternal side. However, his cousin was unlucky and unfortunately fell ill and died at the age of 15, just before she was due to get married.

Miles Du really liked his gentle and generous cousin. After his cousin died, he could never forget her. His marriage was delayed year after year. His adoptive parents knew what he was thinking but could do nothing about it.

In addition, the original owner's family had a bad reputation outside and had offended many people. Whenever his parents asked someone to propose marriage, people would make trouble, saying that Miles Du was unmarried and it would be even more difficult to find a wife now that he was older. So the marriage was delayed.

But her fourth brother was one of the few upright and reasonable people in the family, and he doted on the original owner sincerely. He often said that the original owner was the only girl in the family, and the youngest, so as an older brother he should dote on her. He also said that if his future wife was not good to the youngest sister, he would not marry her.

"Fourth Brother!"

"kindness?"

"Fourth brother, when our family has money and becomes rich, I will find you a virtuous, generous, and beautiful fourth sister-in-law!"

Well...

Miles Du blushed.

Aren’t you talking about cooking sparrow meat in the evening?

How did you turn the topic to his marriage?

In the past, the youngest sister only ate and slept, and never cared about her family. Miles Du felt a little shy and touched.

"Haha..." Lyra Du suddenly laughed, "Fourth brother, your face turned red! Are you shy?" After laughing, he ran in small steps in front, his whole body shaking, like a big ball rolling in the snow.

Seeing their aunt laughing, the two little girls glanced at their red-faced uncle, then started laughing too, and then ran away like a gust of wind.

Miles Du, who was carrying a large bag of sparrows and looking disheveled in the cold wind, said: ...

Damn girl, it turns out you were making fun of him!

Thinking of what she said, that she would find her a beautiful wife when the family had enough money, he couldn't help but smile again, with a smile on his face, and took big strides to chase after his heartless youngest sister.

When the group arrived at the door of the house, lunch had already been prepared. The air was filled with the aroma of meat. It seemed that the meat that Owen Du had been holding in his hand in the morning had been cooked at noon.

"Dad, Mom, we are back!"

As soon as he entered the house, Lyra Du started yelling as usual.

"Oh, my girl is back. Are you cold? Is it fun to catch sparrows?" Mrs. Nora immediately came over on her small feet.

"It's not cold, not at all!" Lyra Du stamped his feet to shake off the broken snow. "Mom, catching sparrows is fun. Look, we caught a big bag."

When they heard that a big bag was caught, everyone in the room came out. Clara Du stood at the door of the big room, looking at her aunt coldly, feeling very resentful in her heart: If you want to catch sparrows for fun, just catch them for fun, but you took them all home, and I don’t know what new ways you have thought of to mess with the whole family!

Huh?

Mrs. Nora looked at the sack in her youngest son's hand, which contained sparrows chirping and bumping around. She couldn't help but exclaimed curiously and asked her daughter, "Hua'er, what are you doing with all those sparrows?"

"Grandma, my aunt said that sparrow meat is delicious. We catch it and cook it for eating." Faye Du raised her red little face with bright eyes.

"Really?" This time, Nora did not scold Faye Du for being a money-loser, but looked at Lyra Du with suspicion.

"Really! Mom, it's too late to cook at noon. After lunch, boil water and kill the sparrows. I will cook the sparrow meat in the evening. I guarantee that everyone will find it delicious."

"Okay, okay, we'll kill the sparrows this afternoon." Nora raised her old eyes and glanced at the crowd watching the excitement, "Everyone heard it, after lunch, boil water and kill the sparrows, don't hide in your room and be lazy!"

"Mom, I understand."

"Got it, Mom."

The responses were sparse.

Clara Du, who was standing there, had anger in her eyes. She knew that when her aunt made a fuss, something bad would happen. She had been thinking about writing a few big characters in the afternoon, but now she had to come out to help kill the sparrows.

There is so little sparrow meat, what’s so delicious about it!

"Grandma, my aunt never goes into the kitchen to cook. The sparrow meat she cooked..." Is it edible?!

Although Clara Du was afraid of Nora, she was not the kind of person who would cower in fear and not even dare to speak in front of her, so she spoke out to criticize and question her.

Everyone then remembered, yes, when has the youngest sister ever cooked? She doesn't even know how to hold a spoon!

Don't eat the sparrow meat she cooked.

The joy in my heart about being able to eat sparrow meat was completely extinguished by Clara Du's words.

Lyra Du glanced at her niece indifferently, put on her usual airs, and snorted, "If you don't believe me, don't eat it tonight!"

After saying that, he pretended to be angry and went to his bedroom to change his shoes that were soaked by snow water.

Seeing that Xiaogui was angry, Nora glared at Du Da Niu and said, "You little B!tch, if you dare to eat a sparrow tonight, I will tear your rotten mouth!"