"I can lend you the cage, but you'd better use it carefully. If I find it even slightly broken tomorrow... Ye Yun, I'll never forgive you!"

Tian Xiaohui threw down the cage and left.

Her back view was so decisive and clean, it was as if she really didn't want to say anything more to Ye Yun, as if she had come here specifically to dig a pit for Ye Yun and warn her.

If she finds anything wrong with the cage tomorrow, she'll have a huge fight with Ye Yun!

Ye Yun silently held the chicken coop.

It's not a good idea to use it right now.

Not using it isn't an option either!

LOL, might as well use it!

Qin Xiang'e slapped her thigh and clicked her tongue, saying, "This girl, you know, she really has a temper! When I went to borrow the cage just now, she was talking to me nicely and even said she would bring it to me! I thought she was so nice, but she gave me the cold shoulder as soon as I got here. I've dealt with her mother for so many years, and her mother doesn't have as bad a temper as her!"

Ye Yun raised an eyebrow. It seemed that Tian Xiaohui had come specifically to give her the cold shoulder.

"His wife, how about we just not use it?" Qin Xiang'e glanced cautiously at Ye Yun, worried that Tian Xiaohui would cause trouble again.

Ye Yun waved her hand, "It's alright, we've already borrowed it, why not use it?"

“That Tian Xiaohui…”

"It's nothing," Ye Yun waved her hand dismissively and laughed.

Tian Xiaohui has a straightforward personality; she says what she thinks, making her much easier to deal with than some scheming characters.

Qin Xiang'e was still worried.

However, seeing that Ye Yun didn't seem to care at all, she didn't say anything more.

Tian Xiaohui brought two cages, one for chickens and one for ducks. Ye Yun had just put the chicks and ducklings into the cages when Qin Zheng stood up, covered in sweat.

"It's no use. It's cracked in some places. I'll go to town tomorrow to find someone to fix it."

Qin Zheng used a lot of force to pry open the motorcycle bumper, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He shook his hands and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

Ye Yun's lips twitched involuntarily. "How much will it cost to fix this?"

"You don't need to worry about that." Qin Zheng wiped his sweat again. "I used to work in a repair shop. Minor problems, I can take it apart, solder it a few times, and put on some paint. It'll look brand new."

Ye Yun was stunned. "You actually have this kind of ability?"

Qin Zheng was a little embarrassed by what was said, and chuckled softly, "It's not a big skill. It's just that a friend I knew before worked at a repair shop. He took me there for a couple of days and I learned a little bit. When you're out and about, you inevitably encounter some problems, and over time, I've learned to fix cars myself."

When he said that, Ye Yun remembered.

This person drives a car when he's out.

When they go on missions, a single trip can cover thousands of kilometers. Sometimes, the transport vehicle breaks down somewhere in the middle of nowhere, and the drivers usually have to repair it themselves.

The thought of Qin Zheng driving his sports car outside made her feel sorry for him.

"When are you going back to the team?" she asked casually, taking Qin Zheng's hand and wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel.

Qin Zheng was taken aback.

He stared at Ye Yun, stammering slightly, "Huh, what, back to the team?"

"You only came back this time because of the holiday, right? Once the holiday is over, won't you be forced to go back?"

Ye Yun said calmly.

She only learned later in her previous life that Qin Zheng had joined a front-line transport team before getting married, mainly responsible for transporting supplies to the front lines to ensure that the comrades who were holding the line could protect their homes with peace of mind.

Getting married was something he made time for.

Qin Zheng looked at her in surprise, "Wife, how did you know what I was doing outside?"

He only said that he was driving a car outside, but he didn't say what kind of car he was driving, where he was driving it, or who he was driving it for. How did his wife know?

Ye Yun paused in wiping his sweat.

Oops, I misspoke!