Gu Jiaojiao had only gone out to buy some tofu. She never expected to return not only with fish, shrimp, and river snails, but also with two chickens Leng Yuan had brought back.
Jiang Baishu could tell at a glance that they were domesticated, egg-laying hens. Most families depended on such chickens to lay eggs they could sell for a little money. Some families wouldn't even bear to kill an egg-laying hen when a daughter-in-law was in her postpartum confinement; they would buy a different one instead.
Now, both chickens had their necks wrung. Jiang Baishu was curious who could be so extravagant.
"Brother Leng, where did the hens come from?"
Gu Jiaojiao explained casually, "On my way to get tofu just now, an auntie from the Sun family insisted on giving me two chickens. I didn't even want them, but she was so insistent she said she'd fall out with me if I refused, so I had to take them."
Fang Ziyin, who had seen the whole thing, was at a loss for words.
