Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1732 - 948: Divine Blessing

Courtyard.

Observations regarding Yin Yu were quietly shared by Chen Siqing with her sister.

Chen Siyu transformed into a human loudspeaker: "Jiang Ning, Tongtong, that girl Yin Yu is really strange!"

"Right? She even asked you, Tongtong, to capture pigeons, and pigeons will bite if they resist!"

Sister Chen Siqing's gentle voice interjected: "She's from the big city; perhaps she perceives pigeons as gentle creatures!"

Watching their exchanges, Jiang Ning found it quite amusing how one played the strict role while the other was the lenient one.

Chen Siyu nodded in agreement: "That's plausible."

Tongtong found herself unable to get a word in.

Sister Chen Siqing added: "However, it likely doesn't matter; she's attending an international high school in An City, so we probably won't encounter her again."

Chen Siyu responded: "Precisely."

Chen Siqing stated: "In any case, I never heed instigations that lead me into dangerous situations."

Chen Siyu declared: "Exactly, no one can possibly bully me."

Chen Siqing posed a question: "What if someone does manage to bully you?"

Chen Siyu confidently replied: "Then they will have chosen the right target!"

Following their playful banter, Tongtong offered praise: "That is so logical, a perfect line of reasoning. You two are incredibly smart!"

Chen Siyu replied humbly: "Just a little bit."

Most of the time, Tongtong preferred not to expend her limited cognitive resources on individuals who were inconsequential.

She lifted a snakeskin bag: "I shall grill squabs for our lunch. One for each of the five of us, and I'll reserve the remaining two for soup later."

Chen Siyu glanced around: "Are there four of us?"

Xue Yuantong clarified: "Including Chuchu."

She had been consuming Chuchu's breakfast daily. Since Chuchu had school today, Xue Yuantong intended to treat her to a substantial lunch.

"Later, I’ll deal with the pigeons at home. Jiang Ning, could you head to the river and catch some?"

Jiang Ning readily agreed: "Sure."

The twins mused internally: ’Has he actually become that formidably powerful now?’

...

Xue Yuantong placed two disoriented pigeons into an iron cage.

Subsequently, she commenced the process of preparing the other five pigeons.

These pigeons had escaped from a struggling poultry farm in the southern village. Consequently, their meat was tender, characteristic of farmed birds.

As she killed them, Xue Yuantong explained: "I'm roasting them today, so I'll be killing them directly!"

Chen Siyu, exhibiting curiosity about culinary matters, inquired: "Is there another method for preparing them?"

Xue Yuantong elaborated: "When making soup, it is best to suffocate them, as pigeon blood is highly nutritious. This practice maximizes the nutritional value in the soup!"

Chen Siyu expressed astonishment: "Wow, Tongtong, you are remarkably knowledgeable. Have you consumed pigeons frequently before?"

A brief flicker of an expression crossed Xue Yuantong’s face. In reality, she had not. Her family had been poor, and pigeons were quite costly. Only villagers recovering from surgery could afford one for soup.

On one occasion, she overheard someone’s family enjoying pigeon, prompting her to rush home and solicit the details from her mother.

This was her consistent approach; whenever she learned of delectable cuisine, she would investigate it thoroughly, knowing that should the opportunity to partake arise, she would leverage all the accumulated knowledge.

She recalled reciting the cooking instructions one night before drifting off to sleep, only to dream of pigeon meat. Upon waking the following morning, she realized it had all been a dream.

Little Tongtong experienced a sense of wistfulness.

Yet, life now proved more tangible than those dreamlike experiences; she was actually preparing pigeons, and not just pigeons.

Recalling those past moments, Xue Yuantong swiftly finished preparing all the pigeons.

After a period of meticulous handling, she was able to take a brief respite.

Xue Yuantong announced: "Let's go, Siyu, Siqing. We should head to the river to catch some fish!"

...

Chen Siyu carried a fishing net, while Chen Siqing held a damaged bucket.

Jiang Ning and Tongtong trailed behind, resembling overseers inspecting their laborers.

The fields flanking the gravel path were carpeted in lush green wheat, exuding the vitality of spring. Even the air felt remarkably crisper.

Perched atop the river dam, commanding a clear view, one could observe the expanse of fields stretching northward beyond the pond, dotted with small puddles resembling wormholes scattered with leaves.

Beside a pond spanning fifty to sixty square meters, Lin Zida and Zhuang Jianhui were fully equipped, exhibiting a professionalism far exceeding that of casual anglers.

Jiang Ning descended the river dam, traversing the forest path for a distance. As the canopy of shadows receded, sunlight returned.

Xu Wenyi, a dance student, moved gracefully in the sunlit clearing, with a filming stand positioned before her, suggesting the recording of a dance video.

A few fishermen observed her performance, secretly thinking: ’Such exquisite beauty is quite distracting!’

Upon noticing Jiang Ning and his companions approaching, Xu Wenyi composed herself, her smile bright and engaging: "Are you here to fish as well?"

Chen Siyu regarded her, acknowledging her undeniable good looks and graceful dancing, her movements possessing a fluidity surpassing Bai Yuxia's, though it seemed to lack a singular, defining charm.

Chen Siqing's internal thought was: ’Her teeth are slightly crooked.’

Jiang Ning responded affirmatively, "Yes."

Lin Zida observed them and their gear, questioning, "You aren't planning on fishing?"

Xue Yuantong replied, "That's far too much trouble; fiddling with fishing lines is such a bother!"

Gong Jin, a devoted angler, chuckled, explaining, "To catch fish, one must first find a prime fishing spot, then prepare the bait, mix it just right, and carefully adjust the float..."

His explanation elicited nods of agreement from the experienced anglers gathered by the pond, who murmured, 'The young master speaks the truth.'

Gong Jin concluded, "It's not trouble, it is simply the only path for us true fishermen."

The pursuit of fishing indeed demands immense patience.

Xue Yuantong then inquired, "Have any of you managed to catch anything yet?"

Gong Jin's silence hung heavy in the air, a deafening response.

Chen Siyu approached the pond, carrying a fishing net and rummaging through the nearby bushes.

For reasons unknown, Lin Zida's eyelid twitched, a flicker of memory from rural tourism ponds surfacing: 'This is impossible, utterly impossible; this is a genuine wild fishing spot.' He quickly refocused his attention forward, intent on his own fishing.

"Sister, is that a fish?" Chen Siyu called out.

"It seems to be! Hurry, Sis, net it."

Chen Siyu swiftly raised the net, targeting the shadowy movement beneath the water's surface, and plunged it down, sending ripples and splashes across the pond.

Jiang Ning struggled to maintain his composure, thinking, 'The two of them are so utterly unrefined!' He nearly felt compelled to intervene.

The net thrashed wildly, Chen Siyu's arm trembled under the strain, nearly causing her to lose her balance.

Chen Siqing and Tongtong hurried over to provide assistance, grasping the net's handle firmly and, with a combined effort, managed to drag the struggling fish onto the grassy bank.

"Jiang Ning, it's a black fish! A black fish, weighing three pounds!" Tongtong exclaimed joyfully.

Lin Zida instinctively glanced over, but immediately averted his gaze, refusing to look even for a fleeting moment!

"Haha, Sister, wasn't I amazing just now?"

"So strong!"

The girls' unbridled excitement was a sound more delightful than any other in the world, though it could, at times, deeply stir one's soul.

Tongtong reminded them, "Speak softly; aren't they still struggling to catch anything?"

Chen Siqing inquired, "What exactly does 'struggling to catch anything' mean?"

Chen Siyu clarified, "'Struggling to catch anything' refers to a formidable army. I believe it's intended as a powerful blessing, wishing all fishermen great success in their struggles to catch fish!"

Sister Chen Siqing pondered, "They've received a blessing, so why are their faces flushed red?"

Chen Siyu mused, "A young person's blush speaks louder than a thousand words."