The growth system comes at the age of 30

Chapter 78 Rabies Incident

Today's lunch at Chen Jingle's house is steamed chicken and stir-fried vegetables.

I am very happy to make money, and of course I have to treat myself to something delicious.

Steamed chicken is a classic Cantonese dish. Add some free fresh ginseng picked up from the roadside and three to five pitted red dates, and the chicken is filled with fragrance after steaming.

Today's chicken was bought from a stall outside the market, which was one of the only stalls that Chen Jingle was willing to buy from.

The chickens they sell are free-range. For the same price, the meat tastes better than those sold at the other two stalls and the supermarket.

If you go too late, you may not be able to buy it.

People in the Lingnan region have always had high requirements for the quality of food. If it is a high-quality free-range chicken, after cooking, the subcutaneous fat will still be about 0.5 mm thick. The chicken in this state tastes very good.

To use a more vivid metaphor, free-range chickens are athletes with eight-pack abs, while feed-fed chickens are fat people with kidney deficiency and only one abs.

Regardless of what kind of meat it is, Chen Jingle doesn't like to eat fatty ones because he finds them greasy. The only type of meat he can accept is braised pork belly.

He doesn't like to eat twice-cooked pork if it's not cooked well.

As for stir-fried vegetables, it is stir-fried water spinach.

The key to this dish is that it won't turn yellow or black no matter how long it is fried. The more classic way to cook it is to stir-fry water spinach with shredded peppers and latex.

But Chen Jingle doesn't like the taste of fermented bean curd.

Simply use high-temperature lard and salt and boiling water. The resulting oil-water mixture and the steam from the wok will instantly cook the surface of the water spinach, so that the chlorophyll in the leaves can be preserved.

Add some minced garlic and the taste will be just as good as that made by chefs from five-star hotels.

Just look at the speed at which Chen Qiyun picks up food and you will know that it is more popular than chicken.

"You don't know, when I arrived at school today, they all asked me if the breaded chicken was delicious and where they could buy it..."

While eating, Chen Qiyun chattered non-stop.

Chen Jingle was helpless and didn't understand why the little kid had so much to say.

But he didn't interrupt.

He promised himself that he would learn to be a gentle person.

When a child is willing to share with you the interesting things she encounters in her study and life, isn't this a kind of trust?

At times like this, it is important to be a good listener.

Chen Jingle didn't want to become the successor of repressive education. If it were his second aunt, she would probably have been angry by now, "Chen Qiyun, where do you get so much to say?"

My scalp tingles just thinking about it.

"Are you happy that everyone envies you so much?" He asked slowly after listening to Chen Qiyun's words.

"It's not bad."

Chen Qiyun was a little shy and hesitant.

Oh~
The corners of his mouth are almost curled up to the sky, and he is still so proud.

The version of Tsundere has been retired.

Chen Jingle rubbed her little head and said, "Next time I'll make something easy to carry so you can take it to school and share it with your classmates."

“Then they made a lot of money!”

Chen Qiyun muttered softly.

Chen Jingle said with a smile: "You have to learn to share your happiness, so that you can make more friends."

In fact, what he was most worried about before was never Chen Qiyun’s academic performance, but whether she would be bullied.

After all, he is so small that he can't resist if he is bullied.

He was bullied when he was a child because of his short stature, so he understands the feeling of being isolated and helpless better than others.

"I don't need any friends!" Chen Qiyun snorted coldly.

What I need is the teeth of my lackeys!
"Ah~ Haodian's loser tsundere statement."

Chen Jingle showed disgust on his face, but couldn't help laughing.

……

At this moment, the loudspeaker in the village suddenly sounded.

The song started playing. Chen Jingle and Chen Qiyun put down their chopsticks at the same time and looked at each other.

"Any more announcements?"

"You'll know once you hear it."

Not long after, the song stopped.

"Hello, hello, hello--" the voice of the village chief came from the loudspeaker.

The two of them ran out to the yard with their bowls in their hands.

"Everyone, listen! Because there have been cases of rabies causing death in the neighboring town, the higher-ups have asked all villages to start killing stray dogs. If you have dogs at home, keep them tied up during this period and don't let them run around. If they bite someone, you will have to pay compensation! If you are bitten, get a shot immediately, don't rely on luck! The same goes for cat bites..."

"Everyone, listen! ..."

The broadcast content was repeated twice before being turned off.

Oh, so this is what you are talking about.

Chen Jingle was stunned.

The stray dog problem is indeed troublesome.

When he went out on his electric scooter, he would occasionally see stray dogs wandering around the roadside at the entrance of the village, and he would subconsciously stay away from them.

Don’t talk about the fighting ability of upright apes. If you don’t have any weapons, the right thing to do is to stay away from danger.

The gentleman does not stand under the wall.

It’s okay for adult men, but women and children may not be able to beat a mad dog.

Several families in the surrounding area also came out of their houses. After hearing the content of the broadcast clearly, everyone started talking about it.

"Someone actually died from rabies? That's a little scary."

"If you get bit by a dog, you'll be fine if you get an injection right away."

“Rabies vaccines are not cheap.”

"Well, no matter how expensive it is, can it be worth more than life? At this time, you are still thinking about saving a thousand or two thousand dollars. It would be stupid to die."

"I don't know whose dog it is, but it keeps running around in the village, it's really scary."

"It makes me angry just talking about it. I've never seen Lao Yi's dog tied up. I feel so scared every time I pass by. Now I don't even leave his house."

"Yan, even though yours is a puppy, you'd better tie it up properly."

"It's not just dogs. There are more and more stray cats in the village now."

"..."

Chen Jingle and Chen Qiyun held their bowls and listened to the neighbors talking loudly.

suddenly,

An old lady in the crowd shouted at Chen Jingle, "Hey, Zhenwei, your cat comes to my kitchen to steal food all day long, and you don't do anything about it?"

The crowd that was talking loudly just now suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked towards Chen Jingle.

Chen Jingle was stunned for a moment.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he immediately stopped eating and swallowed the food in his mouth.

The old lady who was calling out was called Aunt Mei.

Although he is old, he is actually of the same generation as Chen Jingle's parents. He has a mean face and often does all kinds of immoral things that hurt others and himself. For example, he splashed the blood of fish killed and washed on the corner of someone's wall, threw the garbage bag of baby diapers into someone's woodshed, stuffed broken glass under someone's car tires, etc.

I was often criticized by the villagers in private.

But she is shameless and still does her own thing. After all, she is over 70 years old and it is impossible to let her go to jail, let alone hit her. If you get hurt in the fight, you will lose money.

I can only hope that she passes away soon.

Chen Jingle raised his voice and asked, "Excuse me, what color is the cat that steals food in your kitchen?"

"yellow."

The old lady had a stern face, with a determined expression as if she was going to call someone to account.

Chen Jingle laughed: "Oh, that's not my cat. I only have one cat at home, it's gray-brown, and it's right here. And I feed it meat three times a day, so I don't think it would be idle and steal pickles from your kitchen."

(End of this chapter)