American Super Rancher

Chapter 595 Live Poultry Market
After some conversation, Qin Xu also knew the identities of the two people,

The aunt's surname is Zhang, and she didn't say what her name is, but she just said that everyone is generally called Aunt Zhang, or Aunt Zhang.

It is said that Aunt Zhang is an old immigrant from the United States who has aged a long time, but now she seems to have retired and has been idle at home.

Young women's surnames are not very common, surnamed Yun, Yun Yajing.

As for what to do, Qin Xu didn't have the nerve to ask.

I just know that this woman is single, and her family fortune is quite good. It is said that there are quite a lot of suitors.

Qin Xu secretly glanced at her figure, well, she does have the capital.

Thinking about things, Qin Xu walked out of the supermarket with his things, only to find that the aunt and young woman hadn't left yet.

Seeing Qin Xu coming out, the aunt came over enthusiastically and helped him point the way:

"Xiao Qin, look, turn from here to there, and walk about 50 meters there, and you will find the live poultry market."

Qin Xu was slightly touched in his heart. Sure enough, the traditional virtues of China still exist.

"Auntie, thank you, I know how to get there, why don't you come back at noon, how about I treat you to a meal? Beef raised on your own ranch?"

When the aunt heard this, she glanced at Qin Xu with a smile that was not a smile, and said jokingly:
"I said Xiao Qin, do you want to invite me, or Yajing?"

"Aunt Zhang!" Yun Yajing looked at Qin Xu with a reddish face, a little embarrassed.

Several black lines appeared on Qin Xu's head, he really didn't mean that.

Conscience in heaven and earth, he really just wanted to invite aunt to a meal to show his heart.

"Ahem, Aunt Zhang was joking. Of course we invited them together. How can I say today is thanks to the help of Aunt Zhang and Sister Yun. Otherwise, I really didn't know that there are live poultry for sale here in the United States."

The aunt laughed twice when she heard the words, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Yun Yajing.

"Then what, Mr. Qin, let's forget about it today, let's talk about it next time."

Qin Xu didn't want to get entangled here any longer, so he hurriedly said:

"That's fine, next time, next time, I will definitely treat Sister Yun to dinner."

Looking at the aunt who was pulled away by Yun Yajing, Qin Xu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, this aunt is really enthusiastic.

After the two walked away, Eva brought Shirley over and joked with a smile:
"Qin, are all Chinese people so enthusiastic?"

"Let's go and have a look over there."

Qin Xu rolled his eyes, ignored her teasing, turned and walked to the car.

After turning two corners according to the aunt's guidance, the American live poultry trading market appeared in front of Qin Xu's eyes.

Just after getting out of the car and before entering the market, a familiar and disgusting smell came into Qin Xu's nose.

Covering his nose, Qin Xu knew without looking, that this place definitely sells live poultry.

This smell is so familiar.

Entering the market, rows of cages appeared before Qin Xu's eyes, and the sound of chickens crowing and ducks crowing could not be heard.

"Qin, what are you doing here? If you want to eat chicken, isn't there a chicken in the supermarket?"

Eva didn't have many discomforts, as she was born in a cowboy, she has long been accustomed to these smells.

However, she still didn't understand Qin Xu's thoughts, why did she have to come here to buy chicken?
Qin Xu smiled and did not explain, and walked along the isolated road in the market, looking at the chicken breeds here from time to time.

Seeing this, Eva shrugged, followed quickly, and introduced Qin Xu beside her.

There are many varieties of chickens here. In addition to the three-yellow free-range chickens that Huaxia loves most, there are also red-haired hens, black-haired hens, reed chickens, broilers, and guinea fowls.

Qin Xu looked around, selected a few half-sized three-yellow chickens, and handed them over to the staff.

After receiving the chicken handed over by Qin Xu, the staff quickly tied up the chicken's feet, weighed it on a scale, entered the slaughter pool, plucked and cleaned it, and chopped it into pieces for bagging.

The whole process took only ten minutes, and Qin Xu couldn't help nodding his head. As expected of an industrialized country, the whole process didn't require much labor.

But, what the hell is throwing away the chicken feet?

"Hey, don't throw that away, pack it up for us." Qin Xu hurriedly greeted him from the side.

The staff gave Qin Xu a strange look, shrugged, and still packed a few pairs of chicken feet.

Obviously, he can't understand this kind of behavior, and he even has some doubts in his mind. Don't they all say that the Chinese are very generous?Why even chicken feet?

Qin Xu didn't care what he thought, how could such a delicious thing be thrown away?

Returning to the pasture with the chickens that had been processed, Qin Xu was also thinking about whether he should raise some.

But before he thought about it for too long, Old John came over.

"Boss, when are we going to harvest the grass?"

Qin Xu looked at him speechlessly, can you stop being so anxious?
Old John also seemed to feel a little anxious, touched his head in embarrassment, rolled his eyes, and said:

"Boss, look, we just harvested this wave of grass, and we can still sell it in winter."

Qin Xu touched his chin when he heard the words. Old John's words seemed to make sense, no matter how small a mosquito's legs are, it's still meat.

"Okay, when do you want to go then?"

Old John stood up, took the cowboy hat he put aside, and said excitedly: "Boss, let's go now."

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After all, Qin Xu didn't let Old John do what he wanted. He didn't even eat lunch now, so how could he go to harvest pasture.

Well, he's not going to be needed for pasture harvesting, though.

After making an appointment to start harvesting pasture in the afternoon, Old John reluctantly went back.

After seeing off Old John, Qin Xu shrugged, looked at Eva next to him with a wry smile and said:
"I realize I don't care about the ranch as much as this guy does."

Eva took the things in Qin Xu's hand, smiled and comforted:
"Uncle John is just a little bored. Now that you don't let him go to herd, he's also bored sitting in the office."

Qin Xu rolled his eyes, it's all my fault for feelings?

Ignoring the snickering Eva, Qin Xu came to the kitchen, he was going to cook by himself today.

However, when Qin Xu made a pot of chicken soup with full expectation, he was a little disappointed.

Even the chicken soup made at the level of his junior chef does not have the feeling of eating in his hometown before.

How should I put it, I always feel that something is missing.

"Well, it seems that it's still a matter of ingredients." Sighing, Qin Xu took out the chicken soup.

He also understood in his heart that although the chicken was freshly slaughtered, it was not the kind of local chicken in China after all, and it would still not work after it was cooked.

"It would be great if we could get some native chickens from China."

While eating, Qin Xu didn't forget to mutter, and Eva and Dale, who were at the same table, looked at him inexplicably.

(End of this chapter)