Educated Youth in the Countryside: She is the Village's Embroidery Queen!-Chapter 330: Are You a Kidnapper?

Wen Shi thought seriously and realized it could be possible.

After all, life wasn’t easy for those families, and it was quite tough for the women.

He sighed and said helplessly, "Just keep your distance."

They’re not the same kind of people, can’t be friends.

Yi Chichi responded, "Didn’t plan on getting close, having Ji Jian and the others is enough."

Better to have a few good friends than many acquaintances; people with different values can’t be friends.

Amidst talking and laughing, they arrived at the post office.

First, they went to mail the large package; the small package wasn’t mailed as it contained Yi Chichi’s essentials and food, which she needed to carry with her.

While Wen Shi was filling out the form, Yi Chichi asked when the package might arrive.

The postman’s answer was ten days to half a month.

Wen Shi looked up and asked, "Can’t it be faster?"

"It can’t be, we need to gather packages."

The postman explained with some helplessness, that due to the geographical location of the island post office, they needed to accumulate enough packages before sending them off the island.

And then they would send them to different places based on the address.

Incoming packages were not restricted; it’s slow to send things off this side, fast to receive.

Wen Shi said "Oh" and asked politely, "Haven’t gathered enough this time?"

"We haven’t gathered enough here; if other places have, it can leave the island this afternoon."

Yi Chichi understood; it depended on luck. If it could leave the island tonight, the package might arrive only a few days after her.

If it couldn’t leave the island, ten days to half a month was the norm.

But it didn’t matter, as long as it arrived.

So, the couple said no more, weighed the package, paid, kept the receipt, and left the post office.

Then they went to the dock.

They timed themselves before leaving; when they arrived at the dock, there were only a few minutes left before the ferry departed, bought the tickets, boarded the ferry, which set sail.

The calm sea and sky turned rippled.

Seagulls circled overhead. Yi Chichi reached in her pocket, only found some White Rabbit candies, no biscuits.

"Got any biscuits?"

Wen Shi thought she was hungry and reached to open the package but Yi Chichi stopped him quickly, "I’m not hungry, if you have some in your pocket, give me a bit."

"Nothing in the pocket."

Not on a mission, just carrying a few candies in the pocket was enough; no need for food to fill the belly.

"Wife, why do you want biscuits?"

Yi Chichi pointed at the seagulls overhead, Wen Shi’s mouth twitched, "No need to feed them, they’re happier than people, eat well."

People have to cook and eat processed food.

Seagulls eat fresh seafood and are picky, they don’t eat the bad seafood.

So choosy.

"They also mess around."

Full of resentment.

Yi Chichi got interested, "What did they do?"

"When we were training at the sea, they liked to dive and peck at people."

Yi Chichi, "??? Does it hurt?"

"Yes, it hurts!"

He must have been pecked, otherwise wouldn’t have such a strong feeling.

"This thing doesn’t taste good either."

"You guys have eaten seagulls?"

"During long voyages when resting temporarily on small islands, caught seagulls for extra meals."

Speaking of this, he expressed some regret, "I thought it would taste as good as flying dragons, but harsh reality told me I was overthinking it."

"Next time you want an extra meal, eat something familiar, don’t just try new things."

If it was mushrooms, that would be a big problem, if not dead, you’d at least see some hallucinations.

"Casually trying new things can cause problems."

Wen Shi agreed deeply, "Anyway, after that, we never thought of hunting birds again."

A young man standing on the deck couldn’t help but interject, "Actually, some birds are quite tasty."

"Which ones?"

The couple couldn’t reply in time, another middle-aged man began to join the conversation.

Then, the two talked amongst themselves about which birds were good to eat and tender.

Yi Chichi and Wen Shi just listened, Wen Shi occasionally chimed in, but Yi Chichi didn’t. The only birds she had eaten were quail and pigeon, nothing else.

No common topic with them.

At this point, Wen Shi started praising the deliciousness of flying dragons again, "Among all meats, flying dragon meat is truly exceptional."

Both the young and middle-aged men were from the south, had never seen flying dragons before, no heard of them, let alone eaten them.

Skeptical of Wen Shi’s words.

"How delicious?"

Writing reports might not be Wen Shi’s strength, but talking about food was. He was eloquent when it came to hometown cuisine, praising the wonderful taste of flying dragon meat again and again, successfully making all ages on the deck drool.

A little kid, about four or five years old, listened while slurping, and after Wen Shi finished, turned to the young woman beside him, "Mom, I want to eat flying dragon meat."

Yi Chichi saw the woman roll her eyes without any grace, raising her hand, "Uncle said it clearly, flying dragons are in the Great Northeast, we don’t have them here. Where can I get flying dragons for you, and you’re talking about eating flying dragon meat? I think you just want a slap of pork instead."

The child was pitiful, "Then, can I have pork?"

The woman thought for a moment, "Yes."

Flying dragon is definitely impossible, pork has hope.

She glared resentfully at Wen Shi, unable to refrain, "Comrade, please don’t talk about meat anymore, I’m afraid if you whip out dragon meat, my child will want it, and I won’t know where to find it."

This remark made everyone burst out laughing.

Wen Shi smiled and apologized, "Sorry, I didn’t expect to tempt the little comrade."

As he spoke, he took a candy from his pocket and offered it, "How about uncle treats you to a candy?"

The child was quite wary, his first reaction upon seeing the candy wasn’t to eat it, but to step back and lean behind his mom, poking his little head out, "Uncle, are you a kidnapper trying to take me away?"

Yi Chichi burst into laughter, this child had good awareness of kidnapping.

The parents taught well.

She teasingly looked at Wen Shi, curious to hear his response.

Unexpectedly, he spoke like the big bad wolf trying to trick Red Riding Hood, smiling, "No way, uncle is a good person, won’t do the business of kidnapping children."

"Mom said bad people won’t admit they’re bad."

The child’s rebuttal was logical; Wen Shi acknowledged with a nod, about to praise him, but the child added, "Unless you tell me your name, then I’ll believe you’re a good person."

This logic was quite clever, Wen Shi was momentarily taken aback by his words, then said, "Why does knowing my name make me a good person?"

"Knowing your name means we can be friends."

In a child’s world, it’s that simple. Wen Shi found it made sense, so he reached out his hand seriously, "Hello, I’m Wen Shi, what’s your name?"

"Hello uncle, my name is Yu Dingding."

Wen Shi’s attitude was so formal, formal enough to make the child feel respected, happily placed his small hand in Wen Shi’s big hand, shook it, and grinned with a row of little milk teeth, "We are friends now."

As he spoke, his eyes kept darting to the other hand.

There’s candy in the hand.

Wen Shi immediately understood and handed the White Rabbit candy to him, "I know your dad."

Huh?

The young woman watching her son interact with Wen Shi raised an eyebrow in surprise, while Yi Chichi looked on, also surprised, turns out they were acquainted?