Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 277 - 277 277 The Real Trash Production (6)_1

Chapter 277: Chapter 277 The Real Trash Production (6)_1 Chapter 277: Chapter 277 The Real Trash Production (6)_1 Lin Yuan was thinking about making boiled pork slices with mung bean sprouts for dinner tomorrow night when suddenly Xiao Linshuang burst into the kitchen, her face in a panic, shouting, “Big sister, big sister!

Something’s wrong!

The ewe, the ewe, is sick!”

Once done speaking, the little girl’s big rolling eyes were brimming with tears, as if the ewe would breathe its last any moment now.

Lin Yuan was also frightened by her appearance, and without even wiping her hands dry, she hurriedly followed Xiao Linshuang to the sheep pen to see what was the matter.

Lin Wei was also standing by the ewe.

Seeing her older sister, tears welled in her eyes as she choked up, “Big sister…”

The rabbits, sheep, and such in the house had almost all been raised by Lin Wei’s own hands.

There used to be a Little Donkey, but now that the tofu shop was operating normally, Lin Yuan had sent Little Donkey to work there.

When it left, Lin Wei had been especially reluctant to part with it, and now that the ewe was in trouble, she was even more distressed.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, big sister will take a look and see what’s wrong,” Lin Yuan comforted her two younger sisters and quickly turned her attention to the ewe.

The ewe alternated between standing and lying down, clearly agitated.

Not only that, when it lay down, its hind legs were not bent as usual, but instead stretched straight out behind it, which was not normal for a sheep!

Lin Yuan also noticed the ewe continuously looking back at itself, and it seemed that a slightly yellowish liquid was beginning to seep from its rear.

Could it be that the ewe was about to give birth?

Hearing the noise outside, Lady Liu, supporting her belly, also came out and after taking a look, furrowed her brow in thought and said, “Could it be ready to give birth to a lamb?”

“I think so.” Seeing that Lady Liu had the same idea, Lin Yuan felt more certain about her guess.

But nobody at home knew how to help a sheep give birth, and according to Liuzi, this was the ewe’s first delivery, and it was uncertain whether it could give birth to the lamb successfully by itself.

As Lin Yuan was anxious, Lin Jiaxin suddenly shouted through the window from inside the house, “Go to your village chief grandfather’s home and call for Uncle Foolish Han.

He raised sheep two years ago, and he should know how to deliver them.”

“Right, how could I have forgotten him?

Er Ya, go quickly and get him,” Lady Liu clapped her hands, finally remembering that someone in the village had raised sheep before, and she hurriedly called for Lin Wei to fetch him.

Lin Wei, concerned for the safety of the ewe and its lamb, quickly wiped away her tears and ran off.

Xiao Linshuang clamored to go too but was pulled back by Lin Yuan, “You don’t need to go, running so slowly, your second sister would have to wait for you, wasting time.”

The young girl pouted, wanting to retort.

But then she looked down and saw her own chubby thighs covered in baby fat and immediately fell silent.

Lin Wei acted quickly, and before long, Lin Dahan was called over.

Lin Dahan lived up to his name, a man of great honesty and few words, but efficient in getting things done.

He had already been briefed by Lin Wei on the way over.

As soon as he entered, he headed straight for the sheep pen.

With just one look, he discerned the situation, “It’s fine; the water just broke.

There’s still a while before the lamb comes out.

Don’t worry; with hips this big on the sheep, it’s sure to give birth smoothly.”

Sure enough, as someone with experience, Lin Yuan and the others felt somewhat relieved after hearing his words.

But Lin Dahan didn’t idle about; he walked slowly to the ewe’s side, and as it stood up, he reached out and touched its belly, plump and slightly drooping.

The ewe seemed to understand that the man before it was there to help, and it was unusually calm, neither bleating low nor agitated anymore.

It only slightly turned its head when Lin Dahan was gently stroking its belly, perhaps feeling a bit uncomfortable.