Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 1663 - 906: Words Become Law

Wealth Roast Meat Restaurant, a second-floor window seat with a view.

Outside the window, the air is cold, the street below filled with bustling pedestrians, quite lively.

Jiang Ning opened the Kuaishou app, ’AAA Native Chicken Farming’: "Hello, do you need native eggs? Authentic farmstead eggs. I’ve been a professional chicken farmer for 20 years!"

The nickname is professional, the profile picture equally so, a high-definition photo of a native chicken.

Everyone knows Jiang Ning is a Cultivator and possesses Divine Sense. With a slight thought, he recognized the origin of the chicken in the picture.

Last year, when he returned to the village, he had seen this chicken in Shen Village. It was identical, and he didn’t expect it to be used as a profile picture.

Recalling the old ’AAA Building Materials Brother Liu’ and the current ’AAA Native Chicken Farming’, and the location being Shen Village, the answer was self-evident — Shen Qing’e.

Jiang Ningle chuckled, Shen Qing’e had quieted down for quite a few days. He thought she had given up, but surprisingly, she was still hanging around here now.

’Heh, when you act foolish, your actions are even more foolish than mine.’ Jiang Ning mused with amusement.

In the previous life, he was wantonly toyed with by Shen Qing’e, exhausted both mentally and physically. In this life, he... ahem...

Just as he was pondering, a cold voice came to his ears: "You, eat meat."

Xue Chuchu saw him playing on his phone and then picked a piece of grilled pork belly from the grill and placed it on the plate in front of him.

Jiang Ning snapped back to reality, "Oh, thank you."

Xue Yuantong shot a glance at Chuchu.

Xue Chuchu also picked a piece of meat for her and was about to place it on the plate. Tongtong slightly parted her lips, and Xue Chuchu understood, directly feeding her mouth.

The diligent Xue Chuchu continued grilling meat.

...

Far away in Guyang County, Wamiao Town, Shen Village, Shen Qing’e was having dinner in the kitchen.

Her parents had finished eating: "Tomorrow Ji Tie Tou’s car will stop at Jiangzhuang Village entrance. Let’s catch the bus while it’s still dark. We’ll arrive during the day and have a day to settle in so they can go to work the day after tomorrow."

They were considered late; many migrant workers left on the sixth or seventh day of the new year, but they procrastinated until the tenth.

Observing all of this, Shen Qing’e felt extremely uncomfortable. Each time her parents left, she felt reluctant. From crying while chasing the bus as a child to standing quietly by the road watching them leave as she grew up.

The textbook said, "When parents are around, don’t travel far," yet ironically, it was the parents who were now traveling far.

Shen Qing’e calculated that throughout the year, her parents could only stay home for ten or more days before having to go out to work again.

Gripping her phone, her tone tinged with bitterness: "It’s only a few days till the Lantern Festival. Why not leave after the holiday?"

Father Shen Bin shook his head: "The boss has been calling non-stop these days, urging us. We can’t delay any longer."

Shen Qing’e remained silent, knowing her parents also didn’t want to work elsewhere; it’s too hard out there.

She had been to the city where her parents worked, witnessed firsthand the cramped rental rooms, the harsh working conditions, the continuous high-intensity labor for over ten hours with an average of only two days off per month.

So she swore early on that she would get into a good university, escape the poor life, just like her sister did.

Father Shen Bin looked at his daughter and said, "Your sister will be back tomorrow at noon. You can catch her ride to the urban area; it’s convenient."

Shen Qing’e: "Okay, got it."

Shen Bin picked up a peanut with his chopsticks, smiling. Despite the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, he still retained some of his youthful handsomeness; otherwise, he wouldn’t have such a beautiful daughter as Shen Qing’e.

Shen Bin was fairly open-minded and joked: "Qing’e, now our whole family is counting on you!"

His eldest daughter married into Jiang Qitian’s family in the city. Although Jiang Qitian’s restaurant business was doing well, generating several hundred thousand yuan a year, it ultimately had nothing to do with him.

But if Shen Qing’e married Jiang Ning, she could definitely get into Evergreen Liquid work, and then Shen Bin would become a city person. During the holidays, returning to the village would be quite glorious!

Shen Qing’e tightly grasped her phone, forced a smile, and said nothing.

Shen Mu rolled her eyes and reproached: "How old are you, speaking like that? You’ve embarrassed Qing’e!"

Shen Bin chuckled a couple of times, feeling more hopeful about the future.

Looking at her father’s smile, Shen Qing’e felt helpless. Getting into university might give her a good life, but can it stop her parents from being weary? Hardly, unless there’s a great opportunity.

However, according to her parents’ ideas, getting along with Jiang Ning would mean her parents would be placed in Evergreen Liquid jobs...

In her parents’ eyes, her current relationship with Jiang Ning involved many benefits.

Shen Qing’e repeatedly told herself that it shouldn’t be like this; it wasn’t supposed to be this way. Previously, she’d never thought that Jiang Ning’s parents were high-level executives at Evergreen Liquid.

Now with the addition of this layer of benefit entanglement, she even less knows how to face Jiang Ning.

’He must think I’m only approaching him for benefits, right?’

Just thinking about Jiang Ning’s dark eyes made Shen Qing’e tremble all over, as if no thoughts could be hidden in front of him.

She hadn’t told anyone, but in fact, deep down, she had a certain fear of Jiang Ning... He had changed too quickly, too drastically.

Afraid to face Jiang Ning directly, she could only hide her identity and quietly get close.

While her parents talked about work and life, Shen Qing’e glanced at her phone screen and saw Jiang Ning’s reply: "Do you have native chickens?"

Shen Qing’e perked up, responding so quickly. Could this be fate?

"Hello, yes, yes, check out my homepage."

Jiang Ning clicked into the homepage, and to be fair, Shen Qing’e’s disguise was pretty genuine.

Heaps of native eggs, accompanied by the words, ’Heartfelt eggs (thumbs up).’

A robust rooster, captioned, ’Home-raised native chicken (thumbs up).’

The images and text exuded a strong rustic farmhouse charm, staying relevant even a decade later.