Chapter 186: Rebirth in the 1990s: The Tyrant Flower, Chapter 186: This Meal, I'm Cooking It

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

"I've worked hard for half my life; if I don't enjoy myself now, I'd be living in vain." Song Qiushui had quite the air of a landlord's wife.

Song Qiushui lived her days carefree and leisurely.

Sometimes Chai Mi envied her to no end.

Actually, the Song family wasn't exactly a great clan with a huge business; Song Qiushui's father Song Qingshan had been working as the village accountant these years. Though he wasn't corrupt enough to embezzle money, he wasn't one to suffer losses either.

He was always the first to know the village news, and he was also the first to see documents from above.

Song Qiushui's mother was also quite capable...

Sometimes Chai Mi had to sigh that Song Qiushui's mother, Lady Meng, was truly strong. She was no match for her in doing work herself... Lady Meng working alone could do the work of two grown men.

Of course, Chai Mi guessed that Lady Meng's good stamina might have something to do with certain aspects. For example, Lady Meng's heart...

Everyone could see that Lady Meng doted on Song Qiushui excessively. That Lady Meng worked so hard for Song Qiushui, this "extravagant spender," was understandable.

At home and outside, Song Qiushui basically did nothing but play.

Even washing clothes was basically done by Lady Song.

"If you say your mother worked hard for half her life, I believe it. But you... you've been enjoying blessings all along."

"What do you know, that's filial piety." Song Qiushui said with feigned seriousness: "My mother doesn't let me work; if I work, isn't that being unfilial?"

Chai Mi: "Uh..."

Chai Xiu said with an innocent face: "Then your mother really is a good mother."

"That's right, my mother is very good." Song Qiushui said, then went out and said to Lady Meng: "Mom, I'm letting Chai Mi eat at our house for lunch; I'll cook in a bit."

Lady Meng was stunned for a moment, as if she had misheard: "Let me do it..."

Song Qiushui had basically never cooked.

Wrong, she had cooked a few times, but what she made was even harder to eat than pig slop.

Lady Meng remembered once when Song Qiushui insisted on cooking; that girl seemed to have beaten the salt seller to death... putting two catties of salt in one catty of vegetables.

That time, Lady Meng and Song Qingshan ate while crying salty tears...

"Oh, let me show off my skills." Song Qiushui said shamelessly: "Right, Mom, those fish... the ones I caught back; I'll clean them in a bit. You just sit on the kang head today and enjoy your blessings."

Lady Meng's face turned green with fright: this blessing, she really didn't dare enjoy it!!!

Lady Meng knew her daughter Song Qiushui's level as clear as a mirror in her heart.

She was going to clean fish?

It would be good if the fish didn't clean her instead...

In the past, when eating, Song Qiushui had to have Lady Meng pick out the fish bones before she would eat.

Although Song Qiushui often saw Lady Meng cooking, she really couldn't do it!

After finally catching a few fish, letting Song Qiushui cook them, Lady Meng couldn't bear it!

Wouldn't that torture the fish back to life...

Song Qingshan on the side was also stunned, wondering in his heart why Song Qiushui had suddenly turned over a new leaf to cook today?

He drank alcohol, she drank too?

Song Qingshan had just returned from the small shop, seeing Wang Huirong looking deflated; he originally wanted to go home and gossip, but then saw Song Qiushui and Chai Mi arrive.

Before he could even drink a bowl of tea, Song Qiushui started bustling about to cook.

"Daughter, I just finished eating... let's do it later... later just let your mom do it. You and Chai Mi, just stay there." Song Qingshan was also afraid Song Qiushui would insist on cooking: "That stove is greasy as a twisted doughnut; don't get your clothes dirty, just don't busy yourself."

A complete pretense of considering Song Qiushui.

But Song Qiushui was unmoved.

She waved her arm: "Don't fight me for it; today this meal, I'm cooking it no matter what!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the room instantly fell into a suppressed silence, with a breath cold enough to suffocate.

Chai Mi on the side felt her pores were all clogged... At the time she was just saying it casually, but this girl actually took it seriously, really thinking of cooking herself...

Letting her cook, wouldn't she have to eat her last meal!!!

Song Qingshan had learned to be clever; suddenly slapping his forehead: "Oh, speaking of this, I just remembered, I have to go to your Second Uncle's house at noon... Wang Huirong made a scene at his small shop this morning, he's in a bad mood, I need to go comfort him. Just right, I'll eat at his place, saving some food money for the family, so your mom won't keep saying I'm useless..."

Lady Meng heard Song Qingshan wanted to run away; how could that be allowed?

Could it be that Song Qiushui cooks pig slop-like food and eats it all by herself?

Wasn't it agreed that a couple shares blessings and hardships alike?

How did such a small matter turn into "birds of the same forest, each flies away when disaster strikes"!

So Lady Meng said: "Song Qingshan, what kind of talk is that?! Chai Mi comes to our house to play, and you run out, making it seem like our family doesn't welcome the child. You can't do this; is there anything that can't be said after eating?! Besides, your brother went to war and didn't lose; he won, and that old hag Wang Huirong was driven away running; what do you need to comfort him for? I see you just want to sneak around and shirk work!"

Then Lady Meng began assigning tasks: "In a bit, you use firewood to light the stove, scrape the fish scales, and clean the fish intestines and belly. Our daughter wants to cook; you help her."

Song Qiushui didn't know her cooking was deadly; hearing her mother's words, she was quite happy: "Right right right, I just remembered, eating fish requires scraping the scales..."

Lady Meng had a helpless face: "..."

Song Qingshan wanted to cry but had no tears: wanted to run but couldn't, it's hard to endure!

Chai Xiu secretly tugged at Chai Mi's sleeve and asked worriedly in a low voice: "Sister, do they eat fish without scraping the scales, eating it hard? Are their teeth that good?"

Chai Mi also had a blank face; although she was close with Song Qiushui and had many interactions in her previous life, and had eaten Song Qiushui's cooking before, that should have been many years later, and it was made quite well.

But Chai Mi didn't know what level Song Qiushui's cooking was at seventeen or eighteen.

However, hearing Song Qiushui say this, she didn't even know how to clean fish or scrape scales; one could imagine that Song Qiushui's parents' reaction just now was actually quite real.

The food this Spiritual Little Sister Song Qiushui is cooking now — I reckon even a dog would shake its head at it.

"Qiu Shui, let me help you cook." Chai Mi finally couldn't hold back and said.

"No need." Song Qiushui refused Chai Mi directly with a righteous, awe-inspiring look: "I know you all feel sorry for me, afraid I'll tire myself out working. But... right now my whole body is full of motivation, I have inexhaustible energy..."

Chai Mi slapped her forehead: This one is beyond saving, everyone's afraid your cooking is hard to eat, who the hell feels sorry for you tiring yourself out working!

Meng Shi silently went into the room and brought out a large basin of fish.

Daughter wants to do something, then let her do it.

As a mother, that means full support!!!

At worst it's just hard to eat, what's the big deal? When we were poor before, we ate chaff and swallowed vegetables, let alone fish — no matter how bad it tastes, how bad can it get?

Water was put in the large basin. Although most of the fish had already kicked the bucket on the way back last night, there were still two or three fish "tenaciously" alive, currently flopping around in the water.

Seeing her mother bring out the fish, Song Qiushui volunteered: "Mom mom mom, come come come. I'll scrape the fish scales, you boil more hot water, later we'll knead dough and wrap dumplings. Leave the cooking to me."

Song Qiushui didn't care whether her mother was willing or not, snatched the basin of fish, carried it outside the courtyard, placed the basin in the shade at the Chai Family Old House Neighbor's Door, and prepared to personally slaughter the big carp.

After a while, everyone saw Song Qiushui and the fish "fight."

While hitting she also cursed: "Oh my god, just you few rotten fish, still dancing around with me, I'll give you a big slap!"

Fish: Go to hell, I'm not a carp, I'm a catfish.

Meng Shi looked awkwardly at Chai Mi, Chai Mi lowered her head pursing her lips smiling.

Song Qingshan covered his face and walked away, went into the room, poured a cup of tea. He who hadn't smoked much in many years, smoked one cigarette after another, silently watching outside his own daughter Song Qiushui and the fish fighting inseparably while smoking.

Chai Xiu was also stunned watching, afraid Song Qiushui would go crazy in a moment and hit herself too, scared she hid behind Chai Mi, asking fearfully: "Sister, that one... isn't she having an episode... how come she's fighting with a fish?!"

"Don't talk nonsense..." Chai Mi signaled Chai Xiu not to spout nonsense: "Right now is her normal state."

Although Song Qiushui's state is very manic now, girls at home who aren't manic mostly have oppressed spirits.

Better to be a little manic.

A little manic at least shows she's truly happy.

Meng Shi watched for a while, didn't know whether to help, thought for a long time finally went into the room to tend the fire.

Chai Mi had Chai Xiu stay in the room, she herself went out to help Song Qiushui clean up the fish.

In her previous life Chai Mi had worked in a restaurant's back kitchen, for this small task of cleaning fish, it couldn't be simpler.

Chai Mi walked over, looked at Song Qiushui...

Song Qiushui was holding a brick, beating the fish.

"Hahaha! Let you go against me, one brick and I'll smack you dead."

Song Qiushui saw Chai Mi come over, also became happy, leaned over and said: "Chai Mi, look, am I brave? I killed a fish."

That expression was just: Hurry up and praise me, I'm too outstanding!

Chai Mi helplessly praised: "Shocked to death! Our Qiu Shui is the most awesome, as Sanjiacun's second Village Belle, she actually killed a fish with her own hands! Simply a model for our generation!"

Song Qiushui's smile stiffened on her face: "First Village Belle is still Chai Min, right?"

"What, you still want to fight the Sickly one for the Village Belle title! You really can't beat her, she's too Lin Daiyu, a gust of wind blows and she catches a cold for half a month, can you do that?"

Facing Chai Mi's challenge, Song Qiushui straightforwardly admitted defeat: "Then I definitely can't, I only know how to summon wind and rain."

Chai Mi silently gave a thumbs up: You're really something!

Then Chai Mi squatted down, took out the remaining two still-flopping fish, directly slammed them onto the brick, both fish immediately gave up struggling, both perishing.

"Go find a dull kitchen knife." Chai Mi directly ordered.

Song Qiushui went skipping off to fetch the kitchen knife.

Before long, the kitchen knife was delivered.

Chai Mi took the kitchen knife and started scraping fish scales. Due to her technique being too practiced, Song Qiushui was stunned watching.

"Oh my god, I used to watch my mom use a brush to slowly scrub, you use a kitchen knife so smoothly, a kitchen knife can still scrape fish scales, I've really had my eyes opened."

Then Song Qiushui pleaded: "Chai Mi, teach me, okay?"

"You won't learn." Chai Mi didn't believe this Spiritual Little Sister could learn this.

From an economic perspective, this Song Qiushui is the legendary capitalist young lady of later generations.

What Song Qiushui excels at: preening, makeup, being alternative, staying up late, eating, sleeping, buying things.

What Song Qiushui doesn't excel at: aside from the above, she doesn't know anything, she doesn't know how to work at all.

Brain is also simple.

The type where a few pieces of candy could lure her home.

"Some things, each trade has its specialty. Don't do what you're not good at, do what you are good at. What you're best at is coaxing your dad into working hard to earn money for you."

Song Qiushui nodded, but then felt something wasn't right: "Huh... what's this about coaxing my dad to earn money for me? Sounds like... if I don't coax him, he'd give up treatment. Ah... he gave birth to me, if he doesn't work hard? Why did he give birth to me? To make me suffer?"

Chai Mi was speechless: "This line is excellent, later you go tell your dad. See what expression your dad makes."

Song Qiushui hehe laughed: "I feel my dad would blame himself for being nothing, then my mom would give my dad a good scolding."

Chai Mi always has a kind of life-is-painful suffering: Look at other people's parents, they're birth parents!

In no time Chai Mi cleaned up five or six fish, the rest she didn't bother with, told Song Qiushui: "Put the rest in your Second Uncle's House freezer."

The whole village, only the small shop has a freezer, no one else has one. To keep this fish, it can only go in Song Qingshu's freezer.

Song Qiushui was quite obedient, carried the basin and went to her Second Uncle's House.

Chai Mi wasn't worried about Song Qiushui tiring herself out, it's quite close anyway, plus she doesn't have to carry it herself, she's not tired...

As for how Song Qiushui puts the fish at Second Uncle's House, Chai Mi doesn't care in the slightest.

After all, with Song Qiushui's ability, not to mention the fish is hers, placed in Da Lao Song's freezer, even if Song Qiushui had no fish, she could still swindle a few fish out of Da Lao Song...

Actually sometimes Song Qiushui's words aren't wrong, Old Song Family these brothers are both heading toward sixty.

The only person they can count on is Song Qiushui alone.

After all, Song Qingshu's daughter Song Qiuping had already married out, so only Song Qiushui might possibly bring in a son-in-law.

The Old Song Family's continuation of the family line basically fell on Song Qiushui's shoulders.

She bore a great responsibility.

Of course, Song Qiushui might not have thought about these things at all.

Not long after, Song Qiushui ran back, without even taking the basin.

Chai Mi asked in confusion: "Where's the basin?"

Song Qiushui blinked: "I gave it to my Second Uncle, didn't you say to put the rest in the freezer? I put it in my Second Uncle's freezer."

"You put the basin in too?" Chai Mi frowned.

"Yes... I put the basin, water, and fish all in together. Guaranteed to freeze with a loud clatter." Song Qiushui said proudly.