Xia Ju, who was busy eating, also heard the commotion on Du Yue's side. She looked up and asked, "Why did you bring out so many wooden planks?"
"I'm going to make a chicken coop."
"What's a chicken coop?"
"It's a nest for the chicks to rest in."
"But we don't have chicks."
"We should have some in a while. He Xing went out to buy them."
Xia Ju put down the chopsticks in her hand in shock. "You plan to raise chickens?"
Although Xia Ju had seen people raise chickens in TV shows, she had never thought that she would one day live in the same yard as a chicken.
Du Yue put down the wooden plank in her hand and looked at her. "Yeah. Are you afraid of chickens? Or do you feel disgusted?"
Xia Ju shook her head. "I'm not afraid, and I'm not disgusted. I just don't understand. Why do you suddenly want to raise chickens?"
