Rebirth Counterattack with Space
Chapter 312 - 302: Perplexed

Chapter 312: Chapter 302: Perplexed

"Stop, stop, stop, don’t call me Big Sister, who’s your Big Sister? You should call me Mrs. Pei instead," Lu Yun furrowed her brows, looking down on Yang Yu with a sense of superiority.

"Mrs. Pei."

Yang Yu nearly bit off her uneven and discolored rotten teeth, but she forcibly squeezed out a smile and, in a deliberately ingratiating tone, said, "Would you like to have the duck farming recipe?"

"You have it?"

Lu Yun was startled and thought to herself that Old Master Mi couldn’t be so unreliable as to not even keep this secret from his adopted son and daughter-in-law. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "How do I know if it’s genuine?"

"Of course, it’s genuine. My son has always helped feed the ducks, and I’ve lent a hand too. Who would be clearer about what the ducks eat than us?"

Seeing Lu Yun’s disbelief, Yang Yu became somewhat agitated, "We would never deceive you; if we did, we wouldn’t be human."

"Haha, if you can treat Old Master Mi’s family, who have shown kindness and raised your loved one, in such a way, where can I find the trust to believe in you?" Lu Yun sneered.

"Actually, you’ve been deceived by those two old geezers. They were cruel to my Dahu when he was little—acting affectionate on the surface but beating and scolding him behind his back, frequently abusing him. Even after we got married, their family would curse us at the slightest provocation—" Yang Yu cried out with a face full of righteous indignation, wiping her tears away.

"Stop, stop, stop, we don’t want to know or deal with your business, so don’t cry like this in front of us. It looks so ugly, and if others see, they might think we’re bullying you. We can’t bear that kind of blame," Lu Yun frowned in disgust, speaking irritably.

"Okay, okay, okay, I’ll stop crying, I’ll stop," Yang Yu touched her face—the tears that came quickly vanished even faster. She immediately switched attitudes and, smiling and fawning, looked at Lu Yun, "Mrs. Pei, I’m serious. We don’t ask much from you, just give me ten thousand yuan, and I will sell you the recipe."

"How many herbs are in your recipe?" Lu Yun asked indifferently.

"Of course, there’s only one kind. How many could there be?" Yang Yu looked at Lu Yun, puzzled by her seemingly absurd questions.

"Just keep your recipe to yourself. We can just come buy some salted duck eggs or a duck when we crave it occasionally. With ten thousand yuan, we can buy so many ducks and salted eggs. What do we need the recipe for, do you really think we are going to start raising ducks ourselves?"

Lu Yun silently breathed a sigh of relief and said scornfully, "You should find another buyer; we don’t need it."

Where else would she find a buyer as wealthy and generous? Yang Yu became desperate, "Five thousand?"

"How about three thousand?"

"One thousand, just five hundred yuan."

Watching Lu Yun and her party completely ignore her, Yang Yu stopped in her tracks only to then hurry back to the vehicle, quickly catching up, and bit by bit she threw out her "rock-bottom price."

Seeing that she had dropped her price to a mere five hundred yuan—the price of cabbage—and Lu Yun still paid her no mind, it twisted Yang Yu’s face with anger. Off to the side, Mi Kang watched bitterly as they drove off, leaving them in the dust.

"Pfft, what’s so great about that? If push comes to shove, we’ll sell the recipe to someone else in the village. I refuse to believe we can’t get a few thousand yuan for it," Yang Yu said fiercely.

"Exactly, Mom. Like I said, we could even sell it to several families. With more money, we can get out of here. There’s really not much point in staying in this backwater place anyway. Once we’re outside, we can continue to sell the recipe," added Mi Kang as his eyes whirled with ideas.

"That makes sense..." Yang Yu was tempted, but then she hesitated, "What about your dad? He’s still in jail."

"Aren’t those two geezers saying they’d give us the old house? We could move there first, and leave it for him once he gets out. Who knows how many years he’ll be in there," Mi Kang suggested with his own interests in mind. In his heart, he was thinking that with his dad in jail, there would be one less person to share the profits from the recipe sale. Wouldn’t it be better if he could keep all the money for himself? His parents had also saved a considerable amount over the years, and if he could get his hands on that too...

The more he thought about it, the more he felt like running away with the money and leaving his mom here to wait for his dad to come out would be perfect. They were a couple, after all, and should share both good fortune and adversity. And since he was their son, would they really want him to stay and suffer along with them?

As he pondered this, Mi Kang became increasingly obsequious towards his mother. He didn’t even consider how his mom would face the wrath of the conned villagers once they discovered the scam if he indeed encouraged her to sell one faulty recipe after another.

The more he envisioned the vibrant world outside, the more brilliant his plan seemed, and his gaze grew more resolute.

The mother and son couldn’t keep their conversation secret from Shitou and Lu Yun, who were attentively monitoring them with their spiritual powers.

"All set?" Lu Yun whispered to Shitou.

"Don’t worry. There’s no apparent pain, so they won’t notice for a while. But once they walk a long distance or pick up something slightly heavy, they’ll realize their strength has become incredibly weak," Shitou replied with a smile.

"Something’s off about Mi Kang. I’m afraid Yang Yu is going to fall victim to her own son," Lu Yun sighed. What kind of family is this?

"It’s a case of ’one willing to beat, the other willing to endure,’" Shitou smirked mockingly.

"Their depravity is a hundred times worse than I imagined," Lu Yun said out loud, not bothering to use telepathy.

"But what if they know the secret to raising ducks?" Wen Shan asked worriedly, and Qiaoling couldn’t help but look towards Lu Yun for reassurance.

"The secret formula they have is incomplete. Master Mi’s formula must have at least two herbs mixed together, and they only know one of them, not the other. Plus, since it’s a secret formula, there’s a knack to the preparation. The ducks need to be marinated with another herb. I bet they have no clue about any of this," Lu Yun explained confidently. She had breathed a sigh of relief when Yang Yu answered her earlier question stating there was only one herb because if they followed the formula with just that one herb, the ducks they’d cook would taste bitter in the mouth...

"How do you know all of this so clearly? Master Mi didn’t mention any of that just now," Wen Shan was surprised.

"Have you forgotten what Xiaoyun studied?" Su Qiaoling figured it out after a moment’s thought, then reminded Wen Shan.

"Are you saying you know so much about herbs? Could it be that you’ve guessed the entire formula? Then why would you still..." Wen Shan quickly realized the implications, then became puzzled again.