"Jiaojiao, you said you wanted chicken soup, so I went to town today to look for one. They were all too scrawny, so I just butchered our old laying hen. I guarantee this soup will be delicious. Besides that, I also bought the crispy sugar candies and chestnut cakes you love. Have some after we eat, otherwise you won't have room for dinner."
Mrs. Mao treasured those few old hens as if they were her own life. She counted on the eggs they laid day by day to exchange for a little spending money. Normally, let alone eating a chicken, she wouldn't even part with the eggs.
To butcher one just like that, and the biggest, fattest one at that—it was impossible not to feel the sting.
But that sting was nothing compared to the Silver Tian Jiao had brought home.
Jiang Wu had told her before that Tian Jiao was figuring out a way to make big money, and that she would use it to get them, the old couple, a new house. Mrs. Mao hadn't believed it, thinking Tian Jiao was just sweet-talking her son.
