Chapter 138: If It Makes Money, Why Not Do It?

Mrs. Li returned quickly, skillfully handling the ducks while speaking to Mrs. Luo, “Mother, Tie Niu’s wife said their ducks are almost all sold to us. These are the last two; she really can’t sell any more. She’s keeping them to lay eggs.”

Mrs. Luo glanced at Wen Yao, who was still crouched by the oven, and gave a low hum of acknowledgment.

These were truly the last two. If they still didn’t work out, the worst-case scenario would be to go into town to buy ducks at the market.

Judging by the girl’s stubbornness, it seemed a few more ducks might have to die.

Sure enough, after roasting these two, Wen Yao still shook her head with a sigh.

Old Wen, looking at the few plump roasted ducks untouched on the table, for the first time felt a reluctance to eat duck again.

“Yao Yao, these are already roasted very well,” Old Wen said.

His words resonated with everyone in the Wen household, who all nodded in unison, except for Wen Xiuyi and Wen Yao, who remained silent.

The roasted ducks they had eaten in their past lives were still far superior.

“Grandma…” Wen Yao looked at Mrs. Luo with pleading eyes.

Eventually, Mrs. Luo gave in and took out her purse, handing a tael of silver to her second son.

“Second son, take Da Huang into town and buy good ducks.”

Wen Xiuzhu took the silver and looked at the few ducks still uneaten on the chopping board. He forced a bitter expression and resignedly went back to the old residence to lead Da Huang.

When Wen Xiuzhu returned with the ducks, he also brought back a cart full of people.

Wen Jun helped each of the eldest and Jin Xiuyi off the cart and assisted Wen Nong in unloading the pots and buckets. As soon as they entered the house, a familiar aroma greeted them.

Thinking of the basket of quacking ducks on the cart, Wen Jun understood.

The two little ones nearby sniffed eagerly. Big Head’s eyes lit up, “Sister has made something delicious again.” Saying this, he let go of Wen Jun’s hand and ran inside, calling out for his sister as he went.

When they reached the backyard, Wen Xiuzhu asked with a single question, “Mother, shall we kill the ducks now?”

“Kill them,” Wen Yao was the first to speak.

Mrs. Luo hurriedly stopped her, “Not yet. Let’s kill them tomorrow; we won’t finish eating them all tonight anyway.” She had also realized that roasted duck wasn’t as tasty once it cooled down.

Wen Yao had no choice but to relent.

Wen Jun slowly approached and glanced at Wen Yao’s peculiar oven, “Did it come out all right?”

Wen Yao scratched her head, “Almost perfect on the timing.” Ah, how she longed to use an oven thermometer.

Wen Jun remained speechless, smelling no great difference from what they had eaten before. When it came to food, he admitted his incompetence.

The two little ones had already circled the remaining ducks several times, their mouths watering uncontrollably.

Mrs. Luo waved her hand decisively, “Tonight, we’re eating duck.” She then coaxed Wen Yao, “Yao Yao, let’s try again tomorrow, okay?”

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