Chapter 228 David Still Longs for That Girl from the Countryside.
Two cars pulled up one after the other at this cozy farm stay.
Cheryl stepped out of the car and immediately noticed the farm's rustic charm.
Yvette followed Cheryl, while David went ahead to chat with the owner, Roy Brooks.
Cheryl turned to Yvette and said, "Yvette, I've been to a lot of places, but this one's different. The countryside vibe here is really something. Let's take a look around later."
Yvette nodded, "Sure thing."
There weren't many private dining rooms at this farm stay. David found a clean one and led Cheryl and Yvette inside.
"Grandma, they cook in the backyard here, kind of like a potluck. If you're interested, you can check it out," David said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "I asked them to make us some chicken for lunch. You can even pick one yourself from the coops. But they're pretty dirty, so you probably shouldn't go in."
Cheryl glanced at him. "So, you want to catch one?"
David chuckled. "You got me. Back in the countryside, we used to catch chickens all the time, but not in coops – out in the open fields. They roamed free."
Seeing the light in David's eyes, Cheryl smiled and said to Yvette, "Look at David. Even after all these years, he still misses the countryside. I've told you before, right? He and Albert spent some time living there."
"Yeah," Yvette nodded but didn't say more.
Cheryl then asked David with a knowing look, "Still thinking about that girl from the countryside, huh?"
Yvette was startled, and David looked a bit embarrassed. The room got a little awkward.
Seeing their reactions, Cheryl's eyes darted between them, looking thoughtful.
"It's all in the past," David smiled, trying to change the subject. "Shall we go now? We need to pick some fish from the pond before the good ones are gone."
Cheryl stood up. "Alright."
David had carefully chosen this farm stay. It wasn't far from the city but still had that strong countryside charm.
Roy was super down-to-earth. Seeing them picking chickens and fish, he pointed out the best ones.
"That one's a good bird! Nice and plump, full of flavor!" Roy said. "Good for women's health. Catch it for your wife! Same price, so might as well get the best!"
Yvette was about to explain, but David had already rolled up his sleeves. "That chicken looks healthy, let's go with that one."
David walked over to Cheryl and gently moved her aside. "Grandma, step back a bit. The chicken might fly when I catch it, and I don't want it to scare you."
"I'm not afraid, go ahead!" Cheryl patted his shoulder with a smile. "You're like a kid in a candy store."
David carefully walked into the coop, eyeing the chicken Roy had pointed out, ready to pounce.
Watching him, Cheryl felt a bit nervous and leaned forward to get a better view, while Yvette stayed indifferent.
But the chicken was too quick. Just as David's hand was about to touch it, it flapped its wings and darted away.
David tried several times but kept failing. He frowned and sighed, looking visibly frustrated.
Seeing him struggle but not wanting to give up, Cheryl was about to ask Roy to help when she saw David wipe his sweat and look helplessly at Yvette.
"Yvette, I really can't catch it. Come help me!" David said.
Yvette looked down at her pants. Luckily, she wasn't wearing a skirt today but a pair of wide-leg pants that were easy to move in.
"Alright," Yvette said reluctantly, opening the chicken coop and walking in. "It's been a while, though. I don't know if I can still do it."
"You can do it, I believe in you," David said, moving to the other side of the coop to form a pincer position with Yvette. "Is it okay if I come from this side?"
"Yes." Yvette nodded, directing him. "You were squatting too low earlier."
Yvette moved to the side, her eyes fixed on the chicken. As she glanced up, her gaze swept over David's face, and for a moment, she felt a bit dazed.
For a moment, she was back in that summer field, competing with Albert to catch chickens. She'd been more skilled, catching one quickly, while Albert, refusing to be outdone, had argued with her by the edge of the field. Later, he'd watched her technique and quickly caught on. She'd been so annoyed, wanting to hit him, but then, inexplicably, the chickens had swarmed her, pecking at her legs.
Lost in thought, Yvette didn't notice David reaching out to grab the chicken.
The chicken, startled, suddenly flew up, and Yvette couldn't dodge in time, getting kicked by the chicken.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly. As the chicken flew in front of her, Yvette grabbed it and turned to show Cheryl, saying loudly, "Cheryl! I caught it!"
Cheryl, who had been watching Yvette thoughtfully, smiled and said, "Impressive. Our lunch is secured."
Just then, Roy came over, surprised to see that a woman had caught the chicken. "How did a girl catch it!"
David shook his head helplessly, slightly out of breath, stating, "She's just better at it."
"How did you get outdone by your wife!" Roy laughed as he said, "I'll go make your lunch."
As Roy took the chicken away, Yvette felt a stinging pain in her arm. She looked down and saw a scratch from the chicken's claws when it had flown at her.
The wound wasn't deep, not even breaking the skin, but the long scratch on her delicate skin looked quite alarming.
David walked over and observed Yvette looking at her wound.
Following her gaze, David saw the long red mark. His expression changed, and his brows furrowed instantly.
He grabbed Yvette's arm and carefully examined it, inquiring, "How did this happen?"
"It's nothing," Yvette said. "It didn't break the skin. My skin is just sensitive, so it looks worse than it is."
As Yvette was about to pull her hand back, a cold male voice, full of hostility, came from behind, "David, let go of her hand."
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