Chapter 369: with translation of chapter title

369. Chapter 369: No matter how fierce she is, she's still a woman.

Jing Tao frowned: "Will this work? Just by looking at her temperament, she's extremely fierce."

"No matter how fierce she is, she's still a woman."

Yang Chunhua didn't think Qiao Sheng was at all hard to handle.

Zhang Meilan said to Jing Jizong: "Head, what should we do…"

Hearing that.

Jing Jizong squinted and said: "Didn't we say that after she took that medicine, she couldn't recall what had actually happened for several months? Since that's so, we'll take it slowly."

Yang Chunhua didn't want to wait too long.

"What if something goes wrong…"

Jing Jizong gave a cold stare and said: "What problems could arise? You all keep your mouths in check; don't say anything you shouldn't."

Yang Chunhua didn't dare say anything else.

The next time they went tide‑hunting.

They invited Qiao Sheng to go with them.

It was then that Qiao Sheng realized the village had only a few households.

Each of them greeted her when they saw her.

But she didn't recognize any of them.

This gave Qiao Sheng an indescribable feeling.

Tide‑hunting.

Qiao Sheng didn't know how.

Zhang Meilan saw her standing still, looking around, and approached to speak with her.

"Yue'er, remember: as soon as the tide recedes, grab a bucket, light a torch, and search everywhere. Whether it's fish, shrimp, sea snails, or anything else, grab it with the tongs in the bucket and toss it into the bucket. Once we call you away, you must not linger, or when the tide comes back in you'll find it hard to leave."

"In our village, several young people died before because they didn't obey—when told to leave they stayed, and the sea swept them away; they couldn't be rescued."

Qiao Sheng nodded: "Hmm."

Her luck was decent; it didn't take long before she found a few large crabs.

She was just about to go farther to take a look.

Lei Ming came over: "Yue'er, are you feeling better? Then you can go out tide‑hunting."

"Much better than before."

Qiao Sheng strode forward.

Lei Ming followed, dumping the fish and shrimp he had collected into her bucket.

Qiao Sheng took none of them; she put everything back into his bucket.

"Xiaoyue…"

Lei Ming looked a bit displeased.

Qiao Sheng stood upright, stared at Lei Ming and said: "Lei Ming, I don't know what our relationship was like before, but until I remember, I won't accept anything from you. Don't follow me; we'll each hunt our own sea…"

You shameless bastard!

Lei Ming cursed Qiao Sheng inwardly.

He only dared to curse her in his mind, not out loud.

He stood there for a while.

Lei Ming pretended to be injured, lugging the bucket as he walked away.

After a few days of eating the meals Zhang Meilan and the others made, Qiao Sheng couldn't eat much; mainly because the food was terrible—fish and shrimp had no proper flavor.

That day.

Qiao Sheng couldn't hold back and said she would cook today's lunch.

Although she had amnesia, she still remembered how to cook; she made spicy shrimp, pan‑seared yellow croaker, and a green vegetable fish‑ball soup.

Their family ate black beans and brown rice.

Qiao Sheng felt uneasy eating black beans, so she didn't make black‑bean buns today; instead she served some brown‑rice congee.

She wanted to steam brown‑rice rice, but the household didn't have much brown rice.

Jing Tao and the others ate heartily.

Qiao Sheng didn't share their enjoyment; the brown‑rice congee wasn't very tasty, and the household's seasonings were scarce, so her dish tasted only about sixty‑to‑seventy percent of the original.

After the meal, Zhang Meilan asked Yang Chunhua to wash the bowls.

What about her?

She went to feed the pigs.

As for Qiao Sheng.

Zhang Meilan didn't assign her any tasks.

Qiao Sheng reflected on how the meals had felt these past days, and found it even stranger: if she had always lived this way, how could she feel unaccustomed?