Rebirth 77: From Beachcombing to Becoming a Tycoon and Spoiling My Wife

Liu Qiang, carrying a full bucket of loaches, said, "Captain Yang, would you like me to give you half?"

Yang Bai looked at the half-bucket of loach that Qiao Manman and Zhang Ning were carrying and shook his head.

"No need, Manman and Ningning have caught enough. Enough for one meal."

Liu Qiang grinned and said, "Alright, I'll go back first."

Go home.

The three women deftly processed the loaches. Loaches are a rare delicacy in autumn. Often during the autumn harvest, the water in the rice paddies is drained, and when draining the water, they go down to the paddy dikes to catch loaches. Sometimes they can catch a small bucket full.

Therefore, the stomach and internal organs are removed so smoothly.

After killing and cleaning them all, Yang Bai stood in front of the stove and started frying.

Zhang Ning said that as he gradually recovers, he can get out of bed and walk around appropriately, but he is afraid of falling, so cooking is the only time he can walk around during this period.

Whether or not he can get out of bed now depends entirely on Zhang Ning's decision after observation.

Yang Bai wasn't a doctor, so he naturally had to listen to Zhang Ning in this regard; he didn't want to develop rheumatism later in life.

Su Wanqiu went to pick up the child, while Zhang Ning and Qiao Manman chatted in the yard.

Yang Bai fried garlic and ginger until they were fragrant, then added the loach.

The oil in the pan was sizzling and popping.

Yang Bai calmly flipped the wok, added dried chili peppers, and continued stir-frying.

The aroma quickly filled the entire courtyard.

Qiao Manman closed her eyes and smelled it. "It smells so good. Yang Bai is really good at cooking. I can already imagine the taste. It must be absolutely delicious."

"You glutton, do some more math problems tomorrow to solidify your skills?"

Zhang Ning asked.

Qiao Manman smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Next time she'll definitely get a high score and give Yang Bai a good slap in the face.

Otherwise, people will always think she's an idiot.

Yang Bai then cooked a non-spicy tofu and loach soup.

After cooking a few dishes and simmering a pot of rice, Yang Qiaoqiao returned just then, and it was time to start the meal.

A strong, spicy aroma filled the room.

Having spent the afternoon catching loaches, I was starving, and the aroma of each dish was enough to tempt the worms in my stomach.

Yang Qiaoqiao, having already spent the entire day at school, couldn't wait to wash her hands and sit down in a chair, ready to start eating at any moment.

"Dad, I want to eat."

Qiao Manman sniffed and swallowed.

"The spiciness is there, the umami is there, and the stir-fried dishes are all delicious and visually appealing. I don't care anymore, I'm grabbing my chopsticks and eating."

She picked up her chopsticks; she couldn't hold back any longer.

With a chopstick, you can easily pick up a loach, suck on the meat, and pull out a long main bone.

Savoring it slowly, Qiao Manman kept waving her arms.

"It's so delicious!"

Yang Bai smiled as he watched her eat.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Qiao Manman waved her hand, "I'll eat slowly with others, but I can't change the way you cook, it's too delicious."

They ate and drank their fill.

The three women were clearing away the chairs and dishes, while Yang Bai lay on the rocking chair, with a pot of tea, a book, and a full moon as usual.

Yang Jun walked in from outside, carrying a net bag full of canned goods.

"Brother Yang, here's some canned food to help you recover."

"You've got a good thought for me, kid."

Yang Bai accepted the canned goods, which contained assorted canned goods, canned yellow peaches, and canned loquats, but there were no labels on them.

"Did you make this? You shouldn't have the skill. Tell me, who made it?"

Yang Jun laughed and said, "Brother Yang found out about this. It was Old Liu's wife and cousin who did it. After spending a few days with her, I think she's not bad. I'll be eighteen after the New Year, and if possible, I hope to get married the year after next."

Yang Bai smiled and shook his head, saying that this guy only realized who was good after he got scammed.

"If you're really going to rush into marriage, you should treat the other person well. I bet there's something else going on with you here."

Yang Jun rubbed his hands together, looking both reserved and expectant, and cautiously approached, speaking:

"Brother Yang, I know you're very knowledgeable and have a lot of experience. Could you help me write something?"

"There's a harvest mobilization performance at the factory in seven days, and everyone in the company can sign up. I'd like to go on stage and recite your poem, is that alright?"

His big eyes were full of expectation.

Yang Bai nodded slightly: "Writing is certainly an option."

He immediately saw through Yang Jun's little scheme.

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You're not just trying to put on a show; you're trying to impress people and pick up girls, right? A few cans of food won't do for me."

Yang Bai knew exactly what was going on.

These days, opportunities to perform on stage and appear in public are extremely rare, making it a precious chance to showcase oneself.

Having missed this autumn harvest performance, the next large-scale public performance will be on New Year's Day. With layers of selection and leaders in charge, Yang Jun, with his background, simply wouldn't get a chance.

With his intentions exposed, Yang Jun could only grit his teeth and say, "Fine, Brother Yang! Tell me, what else do you want me to do?"

"Simple, just send me canned food for a month straight." Yang Bai pointed to the cans on the table.

Yang Jun's eyelids twitched. "Brother Yang, are you still short of canned food?"

Yang Bai raised his hand and gently patted his head: "Are you in or not?"

"Let's do it! I'll do it!" Yang Jun immediately agreed.

Yang Bai waved his hand: "Go back, come back tomorrow to pick up the manuscript."

"Okay, Brother Yang, I'll be there on time tomorrow!" Yang Jun replied cheerfully and turned to leave.

After everyone left, Yang Bai slowly stood up.

He may not be a great poet, but he can certainly write a modern poem that fits the times.

Qiao Manman listened to the entire conversation from the side, her eyes filled with surprise.

"Yang Bai, you can actually write poetry?"

She was increasingly impressed; Yang Bai knew so many things, and each one was unexpected.

Yang Bai smiled calmly: "Writing poetry is nothing, it's easy, I can do it with ease."

He sat back down in his chair and picked up a pen and paper.

In this day and age, it's fine to write love poems in private, but they absolutely cannot be used in public performances; the subject matter would never pass the censorship.

To take the stage, one must write inspiring modern poems that resonate with the autumn harvest and are uplifting.

With his thoughts settled, he wrote with lightning speed, completing the entire poem in a short time.

Qiao Manman picked it up, her eyes widening in surprise.

"The wind sweeps across the mudflats, bringing news of the ripening rice."

The heavy ears of rice bend the earth's honest back...

Yang Bai, this poem could be published directly in a municipal magazine!

Yang Bai waved his hand, "Whoever wants to write it down, please do."

Qiao Manman shook her head. "Yang Bai, aren't you planning to participate?"

Zhang Ning joked, "Yang Bai, if you participate, I'll definitely watch."

"Yang Bai, let's all go over there," Su Wanqiu said, stopping her sewing machine.

Yang Bai thought about it and realized he was bored these past few days, so he might as well go out and have some fun.

"Okay, I'll go."

The three women's eyes instantly lit up with anticipation.

Qiao Manman nudged his arm curiously and asked, "If you recite something, you'll steal Yang Jun's thunder. You can't do that. So, what do you want to perform?"

Yang Bai pulled his hand back and forth twice.

"I'm planning to perform the accordion."

The moment the word "accordion" was uttered, all three women were stunned.

"Yang Bai, when will you be able to play the accordion again?"

Qiao Manman questioned loudly.

Su Wanqiu and Zhang Ning had never heard Yang Bai play the accordion before.