This kind of farm-raised chicken from the countryside is incomparable to the hormone-treated chickens in the city.
"Then we're in for a treat tonight!"
Xu Lin smiled and said, "Peaceful Years, how about we have rooster for dinner?"
"Yes!"
"Rooster for dinner!"
The old house here doesn't have good lighting; it's quite dim inside.
Everything is quite old, with decades of history.
But some things still work, like the old-fashioned wall clock, as ancient as the old house itself. You just need to wind it every now and then to keep it running.
Ning Yuhuan said this clock was here even before she was born.
"Oh? Are there still swallows up there?"
Xu Lin looked up at the swallow's nest on the wall.
Ning Yuhuan shook her head, "There haven't been any swallows for over a decade. They were gone when I was very young."
Xu Lin acknowledged with a hum, not saying much more.
Swallows are fascinating birds, preferring to build nests in bustling places.
