A courtyard house, equipped with a fishing system, living in an era.

Xu Pingan had no particular opinion about Qin Huairu.

Call her a good mother or a bad woman, it doesn't matter...

I didn't have any particular liking for her, but I didn't have any ill feelings either. I never even considered trying to steal her away; I simply treated her as a random NPC.

Although Xu Ping'an himself is an old monster who has rejuvenated from the age of 40.

But the age recorded on the household registration book is actually 15 years old.

Even after the New Year, he'll still only be 16!

He knew he would have an apartment within the Second Ring Road of Beijing in the future, and he was also well aware of the important milestones in social development and historical process over the next seventy or eighty years. He even had a cheat code on him!

How incomprehensible must one be to actually challenge the bottom line of the law?

If you want to get married at 20, then get married at 20. It won't make a difference if you get married at 20...

In Xu Ping'an's eyes, Qin Huairu was just a nobody.

In many fan fiction novels I read before my transmigration, their evaluations of Qin Huairu were actually heavily influenced by subjective opinions.

These subjective opinions are often labels that the author assigns to Qin Huairu based on their own character development needs.

Regardless of what kind of person she is, the most basic point is that if you took her to the society before Xu Ping'an transmigrated in his previous life, she would be considered the ideal wife in every way that men dream of.

Not only did she do the laundry, cook, and give birth, but after her husband died in an accident, she also took on the burden of supporting the family and raising several children...

You still insist on expecting someone like that to be a moral exemplar?

That's a bit nitpicky. If you don't believe me, pat yourself on the chest and ask yourself if you can do it?

Of course, people are all hypocritical.

Humans often only dislike a flaw when it is manifested in someone else!

As long as Qin Huairu doesn't target Xu Ping'an himself for bloodsucking, he can always give Qin Huairu a thumbs up and praise her for her good work, no matter what.

But if he comes after me, that won't do...

Despite thinking so much, Xu Ping'an's thoughts were actually very simple. His role in this courtyard was very clear: he was just a simple bystander...

As for the rights and wrongs, the grudges and affections in this courtyard, I'll just watch the show and not offer any opinions!

"Alright, stop envying others. You should all study hard now. If you all get into university and start working, I'll buy each of you a sewing machine as part of your dowry when you get married!"

Ignoring the two girls' shyness and hesitation, Xu Pingan decided to stew a pot of quail soup for dinner.

The idea of ​​making quail soup had been swirling in his mind for days!

The main reason is that there are too many poultry in the space.

He never expected that quails could reproduce so prolifically and grow so fast.

These quails have now severely squeezed out the living space of that one acre of land.

As for quails, Xu Pingan had also inquired about prices at the purchasing station these past few days!

Depending on the size, each one should cost no more than 8000 yuan...

Eight cents...

That's far too little!

It wasn't that Xu Ping'an looked down on the small amount of money... it was mainly because if he wanted to ship in bulk, it would be too conspicuous!

This isn't like fishing... Fishing in front of everyone by Shichahai Lake, and nobody can say anything wrong with it...

The fact that he catches a lot of fish only proves that he's awesome and has great fishing skills.

However, if the origin of these quails is unclear, that would be a problem.

Caught in the mountains? Where can you catch so many?

You raised them yourself? Isn't that just asking for trouble?

Xu Ping'an wouldn't leave himself with such trouble, so he might as well eat the quail!

Back in his room, he slipped into the space.

They randomly selected three unlucky people and caught them.

Xu Pingan looked around at the space; it was already quite cramped.

Chicks, ducklings, and goslings are now almost everywhere.

There were baby quails everywhere.

Fortunately, they probably know it in their hearts, or they follow the rules of reproduction that nature has engraved in their souls.

When the number of poultry in this space reaches a certain level, they seem to have stopped hatching more babies.

He processed the three slightly larger quails in his thatched hut, put them in a cloth bag, and took them out.

Xu Ping'an had long since developed the habit of carrying a cloth bag with him every time he went in and out of the house, to avoid being seen.

After all, he really could conjure up all sorts of things out of thin air, so he always paid close attention to this aspect.

"Brother, what are you doing? Let me help you."

"Let's have stewed quail soup tonight!"

Looking at Xu Fang beside him, Xu Ping'an was happy to slack off since she was willing to help.

Xu Pingan would never say something like, "Go study, don't worry about things at home," or any such nonsense...

Who isn't a baby at heart?

He wanted to slack off too, didn't he?

"Go, clean it thoroughly, remove the internal organs!"

Since Xu Fang came to help, Xu Lian certainly couldn't stay out of it.

Xu Pingan had no intention of spoiling his two adopted sisters into pampered young ladies, nor did he have the mindset of raising them as daughters.

After all, he was a bachelor in his previous life and never raised a daughter, so I don't know what his mindset should be.

All I know is that in this era, you have to be hardworking, diligent, and capable!

Fortunately, the two sisters did not complain at all and began to do as Xu Ping'an asked.

"After washing them clean, put them in a pot of cold water with a piece of ginger to remove the fishy smell. After boiling, skim off the foam, then take them out and wash them clean!"

After hearing Xu Ping'an's request, the two sisters did as he asked...

Xu Fang asked in a low voice while blanching the vegetables.

"Brother, you don't have a rule about passing on your culinary skills only to men, do you?"

Xu Pingan was taken aback and looked at the younger sister with surprise.

"I'm self-taught; I didn't have a master to teach me the proper methods..."

Xu Fang smiled and said, "That's good! That's good!"

"You want to learn?"

"Now that I've learned how, I can cook for you guys!"

Xu Pingan smiled and nodded, "This young man is teachable."

"Alright, now go add water to the clay pot, put in the quail, then add ginger slices, scallion segments, and so on. Bring it to a boil over high heat, then turn to low heat and simmer..."

"How long should it be simmered?"

"An hour and a half..."

At this point, Xu Pingan paused, taken aback.

You know what, it's really inconvenient not having a clock at home!

In the more than ten years before his transmigration in his previous life, Xu Ping'an's family did not have clocks or similar items.

The reason for this is simply that mobile phones are just too convenient.

When he was young, he was also fashionable and bought watches.

But every time he wanted to check the time, he would still take out his phone.

Over time, people found wearing watches troublesome and gradually stopped wearing them.

Now that we've come to this era and this world, we still need to get a watch for our home...

Xu Fang listened for an hour and a half, but she didn't think as much as Xu Ping'an did.

Having lived in this era for a long time, one naturally develops one's own method of keeping time.

For example, you can judge the time by listening to the various sounds on the street, watching the streetlights flicker, or even by looking at the sky.

Xu Fang and her team learned this timekeeping method in less than half a month since they arrived here.

Xu Pingan didn't know if this instinct had atrophied due to living in the 21st century for too long, or if there was some other reason.

He always found it difficult to sense the passage of time through these external details.

Since we've already thought about clocks, let's go to the Qianmen Market and see if there are any cheap clocks we can buy.

"You guys stay home and watch the fire, I'll go buy a small alarm clock."

"Brother, how about I come with you?"

Xu Lian immediately became interested when she heard that she was going to buy an alarm clock.

"I'm not going shopping. I'll come right back after buying an alarm clock!"

"Hey, I was just worried you'd be all alone. Who said I was going shopping?"

Xu Fang originally had no objection to Xu Lian wanting to go, but after hearing her younger sister's words, Xu Fang began to object.

"Aren't you worried that your older brother will be lonely going out alone, but aren't you worried that I'll be lonely at home alone?"

"ah……?"