Chapter 12: Reborn in the Nineties: The Tyrant Flower Chapter Twelve Chai Lao San

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

Chai Mi entered the house and swept a glance.

The house was cold and quiet; it looked like Father Chai Youqing hadn't lit the stove from last night until now.

Chai Youqing is like this — at home he's still a male chauvinist; all the cooking is done by Su Wan alone.

Of course, it's not necessarily that Chai Youqing is especially male chauvinistic; sometimes when Su Wan gets sick or something, Chai Youqing will also cook.

It's just that the food Chai Youqing cooks is basically only fit to feed dogs — dogs wouldn't even eat that kind.

Chai Mi would rather go hungry than eat Chai Youqing's cooking.

It was that hard to eat.

But Chai Youqing is easy to feed; he's from the generation that came through the bitter days; even if it's millet rice with pickled vegetable scraps, he can eat several bowls.

Chai Mi went out and got some firewood, boiled some hot water. Although it's summer, Chai Mi is a girl, and sometimes she really doesn't dare wash up with cold water.

Last night at the hospital, she hardly slept all night; after washing up, Chai Mi sat at the kang tou, leaned against the wall, and dozed for a time — and actually fell asleep.

Suddenly she heard noise outside the courtyard; looking out through the window, it was actually Third Uncle Chai You De who had come.

Chai Mi sprang up and went straight out.

She saw Chai You De rummaging around everywhere in the courtyard, not scared at all, as if it were his own home.

Chai Mi walked up to Chai You De and looked at him coldly.

Chai You De was slightly taller, taller and thinner than Chai Mi's father Chai Youqing, and looked much younger than Chai Youqing. Chai Youqing spent all day working in the fields, his skin tanned dark, but Chai You De was obviously fairer.

Chai You De wore a white short-sleeved shirt of somewhat transparent fabric, a pair of gray-brown eight-tenths pants, a pair of thick-soled short cloth shoes, his hair styled in a seven-three part, and he'd even damn well put on a bit of hair gel...

The more Chai Mi looked, the angrier she got: what the hell kind of farmer does this look like — this is just a lazy good-for-nothing who doesn't know a hoe from a stick.

Chai You De really is a lazybones; he's thirty-five or six this year, and farm work — he doesn't know a thing about it.

To put it simply: he can watch, but he can't do, and he doesn't do either.

Chai You De was rummaging everywhere, when suddenly he raised his head and ran right into Chai Mi's murderous gaze; frightened, he let out a "Mother ah!" and retreated several steps.

"Ai ya, Mother ah! Niece, you appearing out of nowhere like a ghost — scared me to death."

"No, when did you get here?"

Chai Mi stared at Chai You De, her eyes seeming ready to spit fire: "Third Uncle, this is my home. You still ask when I got here? How much fake liquor did you drink today? Shouldn't it be me asking you — what are you doing at my house?"

Chai You De scratched his head awkwardly: "Didn't drink much, just four liang of Sanbai (Scattered White Liquor) (Scattered White Liquor). You all know my usual — I drink eight liang in the morning."

"I didn't ask how much you drank, and I've no time to care how much you drink. I'm asking what you're doing at my house?" Chai Mi asked in a harsh tone.

"I came... I came to get the hay cutter. There's no cattle feed at home, I need the hay cutter to chop some stalk straw to feed the cattle." Chai You De explained.

"Heh heh." Chai Mi was angered into a laugh.

Turns out he not only stole the cow, he wants to steal our family's hay cutter too.

Truly too shameless.

"No hay cutter, but there is a kitchen knife."

"What would I want a kitchen knife for?" Chai You De had indeed drunk today, so he didn't even notice Chai Mi had already gone back inside; he still muttered to himself: "A kitchen knife is a kitchen knife, a hay cutter is a hay cutter, different uses. A hay cutter is for chopping grass; a kitchen knife can cut vegetables, but to chop straw for cattle feed, tsk tsk tsk... that won't work."