??Chapter 300: Chapter 297: Keeping it as a Pet
Chapter 300: Chapter 297: Keeping it as a Pet
Mu Jiawen ca out of the Agricultural University holding a little goat by the hand.
She didn’t manage to buy a little black pig, but she did buy a black goat.
A male student was following beside her, with a large green plastic bag full of stuff in his hand, and he was incessantly chattering, “…Yang junior, you rembered everything I just told you, right?”
Mu Jiawen nonchalantly nodded, “I rembered, feed it five in the morning, ten at noon, eight in the afternoon, and six in the evening.”
After she said this, she glanced at the little goat and thought about letting it eat more at noon, since it would be heading to the chopping block in the afternoon.
“Yang junior, that… um…”
The boy looked at Mu Jiawen and sheepishly scratched his head, asking softly, “Could you give
your phone number?”
Mu Jiawen, without even blinking, said, “Senior, this is my brother’s phone, I’m just borrowing it to play with. Besides, didn’t I give you the dorm number?”
So it’s her brother’s phone, no wonder she had a n’s model.
The boy didn’t suspect a thing and didn’t pursue her number any further, instead, he started to talk about the goat’s regular dietary habits again.
Mu Jiawen was getting numb to it.
She didn’t wait long at the school gate before Lao Er arrived in a van.
As the door opened, Mu Jiawen couldn’t wait to lift the goat inside.
The boy ant to help, but as he reached out, he saw Mu Jiawen grab the goat by the neck fur with one hand, and its back with the other, tossing it into the van, making the boy’s heart skip a beat as he watched, filled with concern.
Be gentle, you’re going to pull out all its fur!
The pain seed to co late to the little goat, only ‘owing’ after it realized it was in the car.
Erhei, I’m sorry!
The boy, with trembling hands, handed the bag to Mu Jiawen, who was already in the car. He opened his mouth and feebly reminded her again, “Yang junior, please take good care of it…”
“Don’t worry, senior, I’ll take good care of it, goodbye.”
After saying that, Mu Jiawen swiftly and decisively pulled the door shut.
Lao Er, with a puzzled look at the little goat, turned back to start the car and drove off. They had already gone quite a distance, yet through the rearview mirror, they could still see the boy standing at the entrance of the Agricultural University, looking in their direction.
He asked with a confused face, “Jiajia, why did he call you Yang junior?”
“Oh, that, he asked which departnt I was from and what my na was, so I told him Yang Dan’s na.”
Lao Er: …
He wanted to ask her if Yang Dan knew about this.
But he thought better of it, as the next question was more urgent, “Are you planning to keep this goat?” Please don’t tell him she was thinking of keeping the goat as a pet.
“Where would I find the ti? Oh, by the way, you know how to slaughter goats, right? Call Jiang Yan later, ask him if he wants to have a barbecue in the yard tonight?”
Lao Er breathed a sigh of relief. He knew it, Jiajia wasn’t that quirky to be keeping a perfectly good goat as a pet instead of eating it; that would be crazy.
“Maybe grill so of it and braise the rest. Brain, blood, and offal of the goat aren’t bad either…”
The two of them were excitedly discussing tonight’s dinner options, when suddenly Mu Jiawen slapped her forehead, “Oh no, Yang Dan asked
to go for pizza after shopping, I completely forgot.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she comforted herself, “Forget it, it wouldn’t be convenient to enter a Western restaurant with a goat anyway. She’ll figure I’ve left if she doesn’t see .”
Then she petted the little goat’s head, which was smooth and glossy, clearly well-nourished on ordinary days.
Though she had lived in the countryside for over a decade, she rarely interacted with these farm animals, because Xie Jingying and Song Lao San only planted vegetables or collected them for delivery to the city, so they simply didn’t have the ti to raise any.
She didn’t have much contact with the Song family either, and she never visited the neighbors; at most, she would squat at her own doorstep and watch the neighbor’s hens or ducks run by.
“What’s so good about pizza, and it’s expensive too, Yang Dan is wasting money.”
Erhei didn’t know that Yang Dan was now working in a pizza shop and assud she was treating Jiajia.
Mu Jiawen’s attention was still on the sheep and couldn’t be bothered to explain to Erhei, “Do you need Jiang Yan to co back to help you slaughter the sheep this afternoon? Can one person manage to skin it completely? My eldest brother is at ho, but I reckon he’d be more of a hindrance than a help.”
Slaughter sheep? Skin them?
Waiting for the red light at the crossroads, Erhei turned around with wide eyes, “Who said I can slaughter sheep? I’m so kind-hearted, I’ve never even killed a chicken, only fish… Let my brother handle it,
helping him would be more likely.”
Mu Jiawen looked up, “I rember you saying before that when you were about ten years old, you killed a mad dog by yourself and even skinned it, cooked a pot of dog at… Tie Erni, are you blustering?”
A look of confusion appeared on Erhei’s face. Had he said that?
Possibly, but who pays attention to the content when they’re bragging?
This foolish girl even rembered it.
He sheepishly turned back around, not even having the chance to notice the na Mu Jiawen called him, and said with a guilty conscience, “Well, give my brother a call, he definitely knows how.”
Mu Jiawen huffed, took out her phone, and called Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan, who was busy in the electronics factory workshop, was a bit stunned when he heard Mu Jiawen’s words, and asked, “What did you just say you bought?”
“A sheep, a black goat. A senior from Agricultural University raised two, and this one is a bit small. Without having to write a thesis, he sold it to
for two hundred yuan, isn’t that quite cheap?” She knew the market; ordinary mutton cost thirty yuan per 500 grams at the vegetable market, and this black goat weighed at least over five kilos. She was sure it was a good deal.
Jiang Yan was quite speechless. Was this really a question of price?
He vividly rembered the last ti she brought back a live hen from Agricultural University. Slaughtering a chicken was not a problem, but plucking feathers was a task he loathed. She plucked with fervor, yet not cleanly, and he ended up having to finish the job.
So, was this sheep also alive?
Without any hesitation, Jiang Yan said, “You never really raised any pets as a child, so just keep this one. If you want to eat mutton, I’ll buy so for you from the vegetable market. By the way, I’m going car shopping this afternoon; stay ho and don’t go out.”
After a mont of thought, Jiang Yan couldn’t help but instruct her again, “Next ti, don’t go to Agricultural University alone. Wait for
to be free, and I’ll accompany you.”
He was genuinely worried that on her next trip, she might bring back a live pig.
He might be a chef, but he definitely couldn’t be a butcher!
After hanging up, a trace of confusion appeared on Mu Jiawen’s face.
Erhei glanced at her through the rearview mirror, realizing in his heart that his brother probably wouldn’t slaughter the animal either, since skinning it whole was a technical task requiring years of training to master.
But he asked nonchalantly, “What’s wrong?”
Mu Jiawen looked puzzled, “Your brother told
to keep it as a pet.”
Erhei: …
Is it that hard to admit you can’t kill?
After so thought, he said to Mu Jiawen, “Let
ask Old Liu when I get back, see if he knows any chefs from nearby restaurants who can do it. If not, we’ll go to the butcher at the market; they’ll definitely be able to handle it.”
Mu Jiawen emphasized, “Make it quick, before your brother gets back.”
If he really keeps it as a pet, and once affection grows, what will he do, to slaughter or not to slaughter?
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