Chirp-Chirp Plant Supply Station - Chapter 2
The old woman boarded the bus with the little cub.
The bus was similar to the ones in Lin Xichuan’s memory, but it looked incredibly dilapidated, as if it might fall apart at any moment.
The old woman presented her ID card. She and the six-year-old little cub were eligible for free fares.
The little chick in the cage thought: This strange world I’ve traveled to still has basic rules—respect the elderly and love the young.
The little chick’s beady eyes darted around, trying to gather more information about this unfamiliar world.
Suddenly, the little chick’s nerves tightened. His round eyes fixed on a group of people inside the bus.
It was a seven-person team, and they radiated a murderous aura. Two of them were stained with blood, but from the little chick’s observation, it didn’t seem to be their own.
As if sensing the little chick’s gaze, one of the young women chuckled softly and said, “Look at that clown chicken.”
The clown chicken himself: “…” He was displeased, his eyes widening as he let out a tiny, dissatisfied grumble.
The old woman tightened her grip on the cage.
The little cub shifted his position slightly, as if by accident, using his small body to block the group’s line of sight.
Gaze can be blocked, but sound cannot.
The woman’s voice continued, “That little chick is so lively. It was chirping non-stop since we got on the bus, but it went quiet the moment it saw us.”
A young man from the same group said, “That’s probably the survival instinct of a small creature.”
“Haha, it’s so tiny.”
To the old woman’s and the little cub’s relief, as well as the little chick in the cage, their attention soon shifted away from the little chick and onto another topic.
Lin Xichuan made a judgment in his heart.
The city they were in had basic rules, but at the same time, slaughter would still occur, which also led to the tense atmosphere inside the bus.
He thought, This is a confusing world.
The bus stopped and started.
One group of people got off, and another group got on.
After about six minutes, the bus came to a stop.
The old woman carried the birdcage and took the little cub with her as they got off the bus.
As a group of people disembarked, the bus doors closed, and it continued on its journey.
The little cub turned his head, looked at the bus, and then shifted his gaze to the little chick in the cage, saying, “Great-grandmother, look at our Little Chicken Treasure. It was so quiet on the bus, but as soon as we got off, it started chirping again.”
The elder followed the little cub’s gaze and looked down at Little Birdie in the cage.
The little chick, clearly displeased, chirped sharply at the little cub, its downy feathers fluffing up as if it were about to peck at him.
“Our Baby Chicken is so clever,” the elder said.
The little cub nodded in agreement. “Yes, he is.”
As they talked, they began to walk.
Inside the cage, the little chick chattered incessantly, its round, beady eyes curiously taking in the surroundings.
Lin Xichuan observed that the buildings here were hastily constructed, like prefabricated houses built quickly. Their structures were nearly identical—sturdy enough, but completely unadorned, much like the concrete houses from the peaceful days of the past.
The elder led the little cub for about seven minutes before meeting another elder who was also with a little cub.
The two parties exchanged greetings.
It was late July, the hottest time of the year.
In early September, just over a month away, the little cubs from both families would start primary school. They chatted about this topic for a while.
The other elder seemed rather proud, mentioning that his own child had awakened a Talent Ability.
The little cub opposite them tilted his head back and puffed out his chest with pride.
The other little cub’s eyes filled with envy.
The old woman smiled and changed the subject.
Noticing her slight displeasure, the old man across from her glanced at the bird in the cage and asked, “Ah, is this chicken…?”
The moment he said “chicken,” the little chick’s tiny body pressed flat against the ground. Its small frame puffed up, wings spreading slightly as it entered Battle Chicken Mode.
It was so small—barely the size of a human palm—that even its angry expression was utterly adorable.
A faint smile touched the old woman’s lips as she sighed softly. “You know, for my grandson… they say pets can heal the heart. I hope it can be a companion for him.”
The old man nodded. “So small, so fragile… perhaps it will instill a sense of responsibility in him.”
After a brief chat, the two parties parted ways.
From a short distance away, they heard the little cub say to the old woman, “Grandma, can I have a pet too?” He continued, “I want a little hamster.”
The old woman rejected him flatly. “You can’t even take care of yourself. What makes you think you can take care of a pet?”
“But he has one!”
“That’s not for the kid. It’s for his uncle.”
“But I’ve awakened my Talent! You still won’t let me have one?”
The old man led the little cub and the little chick home.
The houses were arranged in rows, resembling the self-built homes of old villages, with the tallest reaching about three stories. Some families had courtyards.
The old man’s home had a courtyard.
It wasn’t very large, only about 40 square meters, and was planted with various fruits and vegetables. In Lin Xichuan’s eyes, these vegetables looked like misshapen, low-quality produce.
He didn’t have much time to observe the courtyard before the old man led the little cub inside.
Surprisingly, the door had a fingerprint lock.
The old man stepped inside.
The living room was fairly spacious, furnished with a simple wooden sofa and a wooden coffee table. Their rough appearance suggested they were either homemade or commissioned at a low cost.
The old man took the little chick out of its cage and placed it on the coffee table.
Tucked in its cotton nest, the little chick’s tiny head bobbed around, brimming with curiosity.
“A desire to explore unfamiliar places is a sign of intelligence in small pets,” the old man said.
The little cub immediately declared, “Our Little Chicken Treasure is a smart Little Chicken Treasure!” His tone was brimming with pride.
The old man gave a soft “Mm.”
Just then, the little chick felt hungry again. It started chirping and doing its milk-begging dance.
This was a little bird’s instinctive reaction to hunger—chirping in a rhythmic pattern while shaking its wings.
The little cub exclaimed, “Great-grandmother, Little Chicken Treasure is hungry again! Little Chicken Treasure is a Foodie Chicken, a Piggy Chicken!”
The little chick, in the middle of its milk-begging dance, paused. It let out a series of fierce yet adorable chirps at the little cub.
The little cub blinked and said, “Oh, Great-grandmother, Baby Chicken clearly doesn’t know what I’m saying. Why does it seem to understand?”
The old woman patted the little cub’s head and said, “It’s a smart Little Chicken Treasure. It must have figured something out from your tone.”
“Oh,” the little cub replied.
The old woman began preparing the parrot formula for the little chick.
While she was doing that, the little cub looked at the little chick and said, “Baby Chicken, I heard birds like you can speak human language. Come on, learn from me. Say ‘Dad.'”
The little chick’s round eyes widened in disbelief as it stared at the little Nose-biter before it. It couldn’t believe what it had just heard.
What kind of creature is this little brat? He actually wants to be my dad?
The old woman turned her head slightly to look at the little cub and said, “A’ruo, you can’t be Daddy. You have to call it Little Sister.”
The little chick’s pupils shook with shock.
Little Sister?
Little Sister?
Why Little Sister?
In his past life, Lin Xichuan was male.
Could it be that after transmigrating, he had actually become a little hen?
The little chick was so stunned that he didn’t even chirp. His soul seemed to have left his body as he questioned his own gender.
He asked the System in his mind.
[ Chatterbox, am I a little hen? ]
He was so shocked that he didn’t even realize he had started calling himself a chicken.
[ No, you should be a little rooster. ]
Lin Xichuan breathed a sigh of relief. His gender hadn’t changed. He…
The little chick’s eyes instantly turned into fiery triangles. He let out a few loud “cheeps” and said to the System in his mind: I’m a bird, a little male bird, not a chicken!
[ Oh, alright, Host. ]
The little cub looked at the old woman in confusion and asked, “Great-grandmother, why can’t I be Daddy?” His gaze returned to the little chick, and he subconsciously muttered, “Why is Little Chicken Treasure angry again?” then quickly added, “Grandma, why Little Sister? How did Grandma tell that Little Chicken Treasure is a little hen?”
The elder answered the second question first. “I can’t tell, but Grandma’s intuition says Little Chicken Treasure should be a little hen.”
The little cub tilted his head, thought for a moment, and said, “I think it looks like a little hen too.” He continued, “But Grandma, why can’t I be Little Chicken Treasure’s daddy?”
The elder said, “Because your uncle is going to be its daddy.”
The little cub understood. “So Uncle can have more responsibility.”
The elder nodded.
The little chick continued to chirp discontentedly, but neither the elder nor the young one understood bird language.
The elder prepared the grain-based milk powder, just like the one they had seen at the stall. It didn’t even need to be fed—the chubby, round little ball had already scrambled out of its cotton nest, stumbled forward, and started lapping up the bird milk.
With every sip, its little wings flapped a few times, drinking so fast it left afterimages.
The elder’s smile widened. “Little Chicken Treasure is all plump and round. He earned that all through his own eating prowess.”
The little cub’s eyes sparkled as he watched the little chick.
The Foodie Bird wasn’t just good at eating—he was also good at pooping.
As soon as the little bird let out a small droppings, the little cub immediately grabbed a cloth to wipe it clean.
The old woman said, “A’ruo, keep an eye on your little sister for a moment. Great-grandmother is going to cook.”
The little cub looked at her with sparkling eyes and nodded.
Once she entered the kitchen, the little cub turned to the little chick and tried to teach it to speak. “Little Sister, say ‘big brother’
“Say ‘big brother’~”
“Say ‘big brother’~”
The little cub was like a broken record, trying to teach Little Birdie how to speak.
As a little chick whose innate talent was “chirping incessantly from dawn till dusk,” he found the little cub incredibly noisy. His beady eyes swept around, and he decided to crawl back into his nest, lying flat on his back and planning to sleep it off.
Seeing the little chick fall asleep, the little cub grew anxious. After a moment’s thought, he took out a handkerchief and gently covered the little chick’s tummy with it.
Lin Xichuan opened his eyes at the sound of the door opening.
He rolled over, and over again…
The little chick shook off the small handkerchief and tried to flip onto its back with its round, chubby body. But it was so plump that rolling over was a struggle.
From a short distance away, a voice reached his ears, “Where did this Piggy Chicken come from?”
Another voice followed, “It’s so fat it can’t even roll over.”
Little chick: “…”
The little cub said, “Grandpa, Grandma, don’t say such things. Little Chicken Treasure isn’t fat, he’s just a little round.” As he spoke, he reached out and helped the little chick roll over.
The little chick glared at the two newcomers with its angry, beady eyes.
The moment he saw them, his pupils shook with shock.
The entire bird froze in disbelief.
He recognized these two people.
Or rather, he unilaterally recognized them.
The living room was well-lit. From his spot in the cotton nest, he could clearly see the middle-aged couple’s features. They looked just like his ex-boyfriend Lu Linshu’s parents.
When he was dating Lu Linshu, Lin Xichuan had seen Lu Linshu’s family photo album. The people in the photos looked very much like this couple, though the two before him appeared much older than the ones in the pictures.
Lin Xichuan blinked, observing the two middle-aged people who looked to be in their fifties.
They wore uniforms that looked like military fatigues. Their aura was very similar to the group of people he had encountered on the bus earlier—the kind of aura that belonged to people who had seen blood.
A string of question marks flashed through Lin Xichuan’s mind as he asked the System, [Chatterbox, this world doesn’t seem very peaceful.]
His initial judgment was that the old man’s family was an ordinary one, but now they seemed anything but ordinary.
Chatterbox replied, [Yes, overall, it’s not peaceful.]
While the bird and the System were communicating, the little cub briefly explained to the two people in military uniforms why the little chick had appeared in their home.
The man said nothing, merely observing the little chick.
The middle-aged woman, whose face bore the marks of time, looked at the little chick with a very gentle gaze. She said softly, “So, little fat bird, I’m entrusting my son to you.”
The old man’s voice came from the kitchen, announcing that lunch was ready.
The little cub said, “Grandpa, Grandma, I’ll go call Uncle downstairs for lunch right now.”
The middle-aged woman responded in agreement.
The little cub set off, his footsteps sounding like pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
Birds have quite good hearing, and Lin Xichuan clearly heard the little cub knocking on the door upstairs.
—Knock, knock, knock— After knocking politely three times, the little cub said, “Uncle, Great-grandmother has already made lunch. You need to come downstairs to eat.”
The person inside must have said something, but the voice was too soft for Lin Xichuan to catch.
“No, Uncle, if you don’t come out, I’ll stay here and wait for you. I want to have lunch with you.”
As the little cub upstairs called out to the uncle who had caused the whole family so much worry, the little chick downstairs blinked its eyes. It tilted its head slightly, glancing back and forth between the middle-aged man and woman.
The middle-aged man asked, “The little chick is so small. Can A’shu take good care of it?”
Lin Xichuan: Is it a homophone? His ex-boyfriend’s name also had the character “Shu” in it.
The middle-aged woman sighed.
After that, Lin Xichuan heard the sound of footsteps.
He turned his gaze toward the source of the sound. Two people were descending the wooden stairs.
One followed the other—the little cub in front, and behind him…
A man in his thirties who looked unkempt.
The little chick’s eyes widened, its pupils trembling again.
Once, while dating his ex-boyfriend, he had told Lu Linshu that he knew him too well—the curve of his skull, the sound of his voice, the way he walked.
No matter what Lu Linshu looked like, he could recognize him instantly.
Just like now.
With a single glance, Lin Xichuan recognized him. That was his ex-boyfriend.
His once elegant and refined ex-boyfriend.
What! Happened! To! Him!?
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