Quick Transmigration: Can This Kind of Scum Become the Chosen One?

Chapter 104 During the Famine, My Little Aunt Lived a Life of Luxury

"Xiao He, Xiao He, there's a pheasant here."

Jiang Lian excitedly ran over and grabbed the pheasant's two wings.

The pheasant flapped its wings, and Jiang Lian panicked a little, but she still held on tightly.

If you let go, the meat that was about to be eaten will fly away.

She hadn't smelled meat since she arrived here.

Although Grandma Jiang treated her very well, saving the best things in the house for her.

But the best thing she ever ate was eggs.

It's just an egg.

The meat was right in front of her; she absolutely couldn't let it go.

"Xiao He, quick, come help! We can't let the chicken fly away."

Jiang Lian felt she was about to lose the chicken, so she quickly called for Jiang He's help.

Jiang He grabbed a vine from the ground. "Auntie, let me tie it up."

Jiang He took the chicken, and then let go of it.

The chicken immediately flapped its wings and flew away.

"Oh, my chicken."

Jiang Lian panicked when she saw the chicken fly away and immediately tried to pounce on it.

"Ah, Auntie, I didn't catch it."

Jiang He also exclaimed in alarm.

The pheasant flapped its wings, about to fly away.

Then, it got caught on a tree branch.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Lian pounced on the chicken and pinned it to the ground.

She didn't care about her disheveled appearance at that moment; all she knew was that she absolutely couldn't let the chicken get away.

Jiang He looked up at the branch; it was so brittle it would break at the slightest touch. It was quite remarkable that it could block the chicken.

"Xiao He, hurry up, I'll hold her down, you tie her up quickly."

"Auntie, I'm coming right now."

Jiang He used vines to tie the chicken wings together, and then tied the two claws together.

The pheasant flapped its wings on the ground.

Jiang Lian breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the chicken couldn't escape.

"Xiao He, quick, give me your basket, let's go home."

Jiang Lian also knew that if she wanted to eat alone, she had to do it secretly and not let anyone know.

I placed the chicken at the bottom of the basket, and put some pig feed on top of it. Still feeling uneasy, I weighed it down with some dry branches, covering the basket completely.

Jiang Lian was worried that Jiang He wouldn't cook it well and that Jiang He wouldn't get to eat the chicken. So she insisted on carrying the heavy basket herself and wouldn't let go of it the whole way.

After bringing the chicken home, I put it in my room.

"Xiao He, aren't you supposed to be gathering pig feed? Go on."

Jiang He left with the basket.

Jiang Lian glanced at Jiang Miao and Da Hu in the yard, locked her room door, and then ran to the vegetable garden to find Old Lady Jiang.

She couldn't wait to eat the chicken.

Grandma Jiang was hurriedly taken home by Jiang Lian.

"Xiao Lian, what's the rush? I haven't even picked my vegetables yet."

"Mom, I have something very important to show you. Come home with me first."

Grandma Jiang really couldn't think of anything more important than the vegetables in the garden, but seeing how excited Jiang Lian was, she went home with her.

Maybe Jiang Lian picked some fruit on the mountain and wanted to give it to her.

It's good that she goes to take a look first; if all else fails, she can always make another trip to the vegetable garden.

"Xiao Miao, go find your sister and go with her to gather pig feed."

Jiang Lian also pushed the ginger sprouts away.

Jiang Miao glanced at Old Lady Jiang, then at Jiang Lian, responded, and ran outside.

"Mother, please don't shout later." Jiang Lian opened her room and led Old Lady Jiang inside.

Before Old Lady Jiang could speak, Jiang Lian herself shouted out.

The vines on the chicken feet had come loose at some point, and the chicken was running around the room.

It even ran directly onto Jiang Lian's bed and pooped a lot of chicken droppings on it.

Jiang Lian went in and saw right there that chicken's rear end was covered in poop on her pillow.

Grandma Jiang was startled by Jiang Lian's shout, and then she saw a chicken flapping around in the room.

Grandma Jiang quickly closed the door and grabbed the chicken.

"Xiao Lian, did you catch this chicken?"

"Mother, I found it on the mountain. Mother, what should I do about my bed?"

"You're such a good daughter, our Xiaolian is such a lucky star. I'll go stew a chicken for you right now, and you can have all the meat."

"Have your sister-in-law clean these up for you, don't worry."

There's nothing more that can be done now.

Grandma Jiang immediately went to the kitchen to boil water, kill the chicken and pluck its feathers. Jiang Lian followed closely behind Grandma Jiang, her eyes never leaving the chicken.

Grandma Jiang knew that Jiang Lian couldn't finish the chicken in one meal, so she cut the chicken into four pieces so that Jiang Lian could eat it in four meals.

The fragrant chicken is ready, and the whole kitchen is filled with its aroma.

Grandma Jiang took a big chicken leg and let Jiang Lian eat it first.

Jiang Lian wolfed down her food, not caring at all that it was hot; it was so delicious.

Grandma Jiang tore the remaining chicken breast into strips and told Jiang Lian to eat them later at dinner.

Jiang Lian picked out the chicken's claws, head, and internal organs.

"Mom, these are for you and Dad to eat."

Grandma Jiang was really good to her; she gave them the food that Grandma Jiang didn't like.

As for the other meat, she couldn't bear to part with it.

She really couldn't bear to part with it; she couldn't get enough of it herself, and she even slurped up the bones over and over again.

Asking her to divide the meat is absolutely out of the question.

At worst, she can just eat meat and not eggs, and let someone else eat the eggs.

"Oh, Xiaolian is even being filial to her parents now. I know my daughter is the best. Your father will be so happy when he finds out."

"Xiao Lian, I'll serve you a bowl of chicken soup. Add some water to the rest and we'll make a soup."

Xiaolian caught this chicken, so it's definitely going to be given to her to eat.

As for the others, share some soup with them and let them taste the meat, so they know that they can taste meat because of Xiaolian.

"I'll do whatever Mother says."

It was just some chicken soup, so Jiang Lian didn't care much. Besides, the chicken soup had been diluted with water and wasn't very thick.

After everyone returned, they found a delicious aroma wafting through the house.

"It smells so good, Mom! What delicious food did you make today?"

Jiang Ertian rushed into the kitchen.

When I got to the kitchen, the aroma was even stronger.

Even Lu Cuihua carried Da Hu towards the kitchen door.

What's wrong with Grandma Jiang today? She actually ate meat!

Does that mean the hen was killed because it wasn't laying eggs?

Was it to help my aunt recover?

Otherwise, Lu Cuihua really couldn't understand why Old Lady Jiang would kill a chicken.

But since there's meat to eat, she'll definitely move closer.

If she can't have any, Da Hu should at least get a chicken leg.

Before, Lu Cuihua might have been able to get a chicken wing to taste, but now that she knows she's disliked by Old Madam Jiang, she definitely won't get any meat.

After Jiang He and Jiang Miao returned, they went to their room.

Then he came back as if nothing had happened.

The two even went to wash their hands and faces before chopping pig feed.

Seeing that everyone was crowding around, Grandma Jiang chased them all away.

These lazy bums are all eyeing this food.

This belongs to Xiaolian; no one is allowed to have any designs on it.

Zhao Jingui was instructed to clean Jiang Lian's room.

Lu Cuihua went to wash the bed sheets that had been changed.

Looking at the chicken droppings, the two of them had no idea how the chicken had gotten into their sister-in-law's room and wreaked havoc.

Lu Cuihua was very unhappy to see the bed sheet covered in chicken droppings, but smelling the fragrance in the air, she could only quickly wash it clean.

They were afraid that if they were too slow, they wouldn't even get a sip of chicken soup.