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

Wealth Roast Meat Restaurant, window seat on the second floor offering a scenic view.

Chilly air hung outside the window, with the street below packed by throngs of busy passersby, buzzing with energy.

Jiang Ning pulled up the Kuaishou app, landing on ’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 screamed professionalism, matched by the profile pic—a crisp, high-res shot of a native chicken.

Everyone knew Jiang Ning was a Cultivator wielding Divine Sense. A mere flicker of thought revealed the chicken’s source in the image.

Last year, back in the village, he’d spotted that exact chicken in Shen Village. Never imagined it’d end up as someone’s profile photo.

Thinking of the old ’AAA Building Materials Brother Liu’ versus this ’AAA Native Chicken Farming’, plus the Shen Village location, it was obvious—Shen Qing’e.

Jiang Ning let out a light chuckle. Shen Qing’e had gone silent for days. He figured she’d quit, yet here she was, still lurking around.

’Heh, when you play the fool, you outdo even my own foolishness.’ Jiang Ning thought, highly amused.

In his past life, Shen Qing’e had toyed with him ruthlessly, draining him body and soul. This life, he... ahem...

As these thoughts swirled, a chilly voice reached him: "You, eat meat."

Xue Chuchu noticed him glued to his phone, then plucked a slice of grilled pork belly from the grill and dropped it onto his plate.

Jiang Ning refocused, "Oh, thank you."

Xue Yuantong cast a quick look at Chuchu.

Xue Chuchu grabbed a piece for her too, heading for the plate. But Tongtong parted her lips slightly, so Xue Chuchu fed it straight into her mouth.

The hardworking Xue Chuchu kept on grilling more meat.

…

Far off in Guyang County’s Wamiao Town, Shen Village, Shen Qing’e sat eating in the kitchen.

Her parents had wrapped up their meal: "Tomorrow Ji Tie Tou’s car parks at Jiangzhuang Village entrance. We’ll hop the bus before dawn. That way, we arrive by day and settle in, ready for work the next day."

They were running late; plenty of migrant workers had headed out on the sixth or seventh of the New Year, but they’d dawdled till the tenth.

Watching this unfold, Shen Qing’e’s heart ached deeply. Every time her parents departed, reluctance gripped her—from sobbing after the bus as a kid to silently standing roadside as she matured.

The textbook preached, "When parents are near, don’t wander far," yet cruelly, parents were the ones venturing afar now.

Shen Qing’e figured her parents got barely ten-plus days at home yearly before work pulled them away again.

Clutching her phone, bitterness laced her voice: "Lantern Festival’s just days away. Why not wait till after?"

Father Shen Bin shook his head: "The boss keeps calling, pushing hard. No more delays."

Shen Qing’e stayed quiet, aware her parents hated leaving too; life outside was brutal.

She’d visited their city workplace, seen the tiny rented digs, grueling conditions, endless shifts over ten hours daily, with maybe two days off monthly.

That’s why she vowed young to ace university, break free from poverty, following her sister’s path.

Father Shen Bin eyed his daughter: "Your sister returns tomorrow noon. Ride with her to the city; it’s handy."

Shen Qing’e: "Okay, got it."

Shen Bin snagged a peanut with chopsticks, grinning. Wrinkles framed his eyes, but traces of past good looks lingered—explaining his stunning daughter Shen Qing’e.

Shen Bin stayed pretty progressive, teasing: "Qing’e, the whole family’s banking on you now!"

His older girl wed into Jiang Qitian’s city family. Their restaurant pulled in hundreds of thousands yearly, but it brought him zilch.

Yet Shen Qing’e wedding Jiang Ning? She’d land an Evergreen Liquid gig for sure, turning Shen Bin into a true urbanite. Holiday village visits would shine!

Shen Qing’e squeezed her phone tight, mustered a smile, said nothing.

Shen Mu rolled her eyes, scolded: "How old are you, talking like that? You’re embarrassing Qing’e!"

Shen Bin chuckled twice, optimism swelling for what lay ahead.

Seeing her dad’s grin, Shen Qing’e felt powerless. University might lift her fortunes, but ease her parents’ toil? Unlikely without some big break.

Still, by her parents’ thinking, cozying up to Jiang Ning meant jobs at Evergreen Liquid for them...

To them, her tie with Jiang Ning brimmed with perks.

Shen Qing’e kept telling herself this wasn’t right; it shouldn’t be so. Before, she’d never eyed Jiang Ning’s folks as Evergreen Liquid bigshots.

Now this benefit web tangled things worse, leaving her clueless on facing Jiang Ning.

’He probably figures I’m just chasing gains, huh?’

The mere image of Jiang Ning’s piercing dark eyes made Shen Qing’e shudder, like all secrets bared before him.

She’d shared with no one, but truthfully, a subtle dread of Jiang Ning stirred inside... He’d shifted so fast, so profoundly.

Too scared for direct confrontation, she hid her identity, inching closer in secret.

As her parents chatted work and daily grind, Shen Qing’e peeked at her phone, spotting Jiang Ning’s message: "Do you have native chickens?"

Shen Qing’e brightened—such a swift reply! Was this destiny?

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

Jiang Ning tapped the homepage; honestly, Shen Qing’e’s cover was convincingly real.

Piles of native eggs, tagged ’Heartfelt eggs (thumbs up).’

A sturdy rooster, labeled ’Home-raised native chicken (thumbs up).’

Pics and captions radiated authentic countryside vibe, timeless even years on.