"Zhao Dongxue, you crazy woman, get out here right now! You shameless lunatic, keeping the yard gate closed in broad daylight, are you stealing my chickens from inside?"

"You crazy woman, you stole my chickens! You have no conscience!"

"Zhao Dongxue, you crazy woman, you rat in the gutter, open the door for me! If you don't open the door, I'll go and ask the brigade leader and squad leader to come and give me justice."

Wang Muxiang banged on the door while questioning Song's mother by name, as if afraid that others wouldn't hear her.

Hearing the noise, the two neighbors across the street opened their doors to inquire. Wang Muxiang, heartbroken, recounted how Song's mother had stolen their laying hen.

"Really? Zhao Dongxue may be crazy, but Song Yueying keeps her in check. I've never heard of her stealing anyone's chickens or ducks!"

"Yes, although Song Yueying has a bad temper and scolds everyone she meets, she manages her crazy mother like she's her own son, and she's very strict with her."

"Chickens are living creatures, so look carefully again. Maybe they've run off somewhere."

Hearing the three neighbors defending Song's mother, Wang Muxiang was so angry that she wanted to curse the neighbors as well.

Fortunately, she didn't lose her temper and didn't forget what she was supposed to do.

Too lazy to pay attention to her neighbors anymore, Wang Muxiang continued to bang on the door with her fists.

In the courtyard, in the main room.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no! Wang Muxiang is coming for her chickens. She'll even snatch the bowl of chicken soup from us and hit us!" Song's mother suddenly stood up.

In her haste, she knocked over the long bench, but didn't even glance at it. Her eyes were fixed on the half-eaten chicken remaining in the basin, filled with reluctance.

She struggled a lot to catch the chicken, falling several times before finally managing to kill and cook it. She'd only eaten half when the other half was about to be taken away, and she couldn't bear to part with it.

Anyone who comes will be reluctant to leave.

"No, Wang Muxiang must not take the chicken away. I must hide it." Song's mother picked up the basin of chicken soup and darted around the room.

I wanted to find a safe place to hide, but the furnishings in the room were so obvious that there was nowhere to hide.

Seeing Song's mother frantically running around like an ant on a hot pan, Song Yueying was thinking to herself, "Does Wang Muxiang know that I beat Song Rumeng up like my second senior brother?"

They probably don't know. If they did, they wouldn't be in the mood to go looking for prostitutes.

Song Yueying sighed and said, "Please go to the door and stop Wang Muxiang from breaking in. I'll try to hide the chicken soup."

Seeing Song's mother running around in such a chaotic manner, she couldn't bear to watch any longer and had no choice but to take the work upon herself.

"Good, good, good." Without asking Song Yueying where she was going to hide such a big pot of chicken soup, Song's mother said "good" three times in a row.

Subconsciously, she felt that her daughter was more reliable than herself. Similarly, her trust in her daughter was wholehearted.

"Little Shadow, you'd better hide quickly, or I might not be able to stop your aunt," Song's mother instructed.

“Okay.” Song Yueying nodded. “It’s alright if we can’t stop her, just let her in. But no matter what she says, you must not admit that you stewed her family’s chicken.”

“I won’t admit it!” Song’s mother was a little conflicted; she couldn’t lie.

Song Yueying said, "Yes, they will deny it to the death."

"Fine, I'll deny it to the death." Mother Song nodded emphatically, put the basin she was holding on the table, and ran out.

After glancing at her mother's hurried departure, Song Yueying closed her eyes, thinking about going into the laboratory.

After waiting three seconds, she opened her eyes and found herself still in the main room. Song Yueying frowned. Had she guessed wrong? Had the laboratory not traveled with her?

But if the laboratory didn't come with her from the other world, where did the pills she took out come from? Song Yueying was quite certain that she had a space on her body where she could freely store and retrieve items.

As for why she can't enter the space now, it's probably because she's using the wrong method.

As Song Yueying thought about the pills, a pill appeared in her hand.

"This matter... is a bit strange," Song Yueying muttered to herself, placing the pills on the table. Her eyes were fixed on the pills, and she stroked her chin thoughtfully.

She thought about how she was inside the experimental vehicle when she was blown up. She was essentially blown to bits along with the vehicle.

No, the accurate statement should be that she was blown to bits, and the experimental vehicle was blown into a pile of parts.

The experimental vehicle…right, the experimental vehicle was her small laboratory. Thinking about getting into the experimental vehicle, the next moment, she found herself inside.

Song Yueying was both amused and exasperated. "Hehe, so what came with me wasn't a laboratory, but an experimental vehicle."

The experimental vehicle wasn't as big as the laboratory, but fortunately it had all the necessary equipment.

With a thought, Song Yueying instantly returned to reality from the space experiment vehicle. She placed her hand on the square table, thinking of storing it away, and the table was stored back into the space experiment vehicle.

I only wanted to collect the items on the square table, not the square table itself.

Song Yueying immediately rectified the mistake, putting the square table back in its original position. She then put everything on the table, including the chicken bones, into the space experiment vehicle.

Looking at the empty desktop, Song Yueying smiled with satisfaction. She walked up to Qi Yanjue, took his hand, and tried to bring him into the space experiment vehicle as well, but…

It can't be brought in.

Unable to bring a living person into her space experiment vehicle, Song Yueying had no choice but to drag the unconscious Qi Yanjue into her room, hide him, and close the door.

At the same time, at the gate of the courtyard.

As soon as she opened the courtyard gate, Wang Muxiang pushed Song's mother aside and strode in.

Staggering to her feet, Song's mother immediately ran in front of Wang Muxiang, stretching out her arms to block her way. "Sister-in-law, this is my home, what are you doing?"

"Zhao Dongxue, what shady things were you doing in the house that you're only opening the door now?" Wang Muxiang asked instead of answering, cursing and swearing.

A mouthwatering aroma wafted over. "It smells so good! What are you and your daughter eating at home with the door closed? It smells amazing!"

Song's mother did not answer, but stopped Wang Muxiang with a serious expression.

After taking a closer sniff, Wang Muxiang let out a loud shout, "It smells like chicken soup! It smells like chicken soup!"

"It tastes just like chicken soup." Wang Muxiang glared fiercely at Song's mother. "Zhao Dongxue, you crazy woman, did you really slaughter my laying hen and stew it?"

Startled by Wang Muxiang's murderous expression, Song's mother took a few steps back. But she didn't forget her daughter's words, "I didn't see your hen."

After saying that, he lowered his head.

"I don't see my hen, so where is the chicken soup smell coming from in this yard?" Wang Muxiang didn't believe her at all.

Perhaps because she hadn't lied, Song's mother's palms were sweaty with nervousness. She still raised her head and pretended to wrinkle her nose and sniff.

He shook his head and said, "Where is the chicken soup smell? I can't smell it."

"How could you not smell it? There's a clear smell of chicken soup in this yard. Zhao Dongxue, how dare you lie to me like that?" Wang Muxiang was so angry she wanted to hit Song's mother.