Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

"Well, if Dajuan can find a good marriage, I will be relieved. I will have to discuss it with your uncle and aunt later. The two of them haven't thought about it yet." Old Mrs. Zhao said.

I stayed in Mrs. Zhao's house for a while, casually chatting about the time, and then passed quickly.

When Zhao Yuner came out of the house, his aunt and two daughters were busy preparing lunch in the kitchen.

After all, there are so many people coming to the house, so they have to be well entertained.

After a while, the smell of chicken soup came out of the kitchen.

At noon, Cheng Guihua wanted to be served with chicken soup.

In the countryside, chicken soup is also a good thing. After all, there are few opportunities to eat meat and chicken.

In addition to some chicken nuggets, there are also a few tea eggs in the noodles.

The noodles were ready soon. After Cheng Guihua served them, he brought them to the table in the hall and greeted a few people to start eating the noodles.

"There aren't many good things at home, that's all. If you don't provide good hospitality, the whole family shouldn't be surprised."

It doesn't matter what Han Yingxue eats, she can just eat whatever she wants to cope with it. Anyway, I haven't eaten anything good at home on weekdays, so I don't care about coming to Cheng Guihua's place, and I am still thinking about what she can entertain.

The food Cheng Dafu and his family ate at home was not like this. They still felt shabby, and instead ate hungrily.

There are only two drumsticks in a chicken, so Cheng Guihua can't separate them.

Since there are guests, the chicken legs should naturally be given to the guests, so Cheng Guihua gave birth to a son, Cheng Wanger, who was given to Cheng Dafu.

The other drumstick was naturally given to Han Yingwu just for fun.

It is relatively fair that each of the two relatives gets a chicken drumstick.

But if this happens, Zhao Goudan will have nothing to eat.

When eating chicken on weekdays, Zhao Goudan can eat two chicken drumsticks by himself. Now, neither drumstick was given to him. How could he not make a fuss.

Instead of giving in to Cheng Guihua, "Mom, I want to eat chicken legs too, I want to eat chicken legs too, I don't care!"

Cheng Guihua frowned and persuaded Zhao Goudan, "Okay, Goudan, the chicken legs are for the guests. Just don't eat them today. Next time my mother cooks chicken, I'll give you both drumsticks." Is it done?”

Zhao Goudan glanced at the chicken drumsticks in the bowls of Han Yingwu and Cheng Wanger, and couldn't hear Cheng Guihua's words, "No, no, I want to eat chicken legs, I want to eat chicken legs, otherwise I won't eat."

Cheng Guihua felt helpless when she saw Zhao Goudan acting so shamelessly.

"Goudan, how can we eat without chicken legs? Why are you so disobedient?"

"Mom, you are partial. If you give it to them or not to me, I will eat it!" Zhao Goudan shouted even louder.

At this glance, it was clear that if he did not eat chicken drumsticks today, the child would definitely continue to make trouble. Simply vowing not to give up.

Another feeling of disgust arose in Han Yingxue's heart. This was because she didn't have good education in her daily life. If she had good education, it wouldn't be like this.

"You are a guest, and good things are naturally reserved for the guests. I can't give you everything..."

Cheng Guihua originally wanted to reason with Zhao Goudan, but found that this plan simply didn't work. Zhao Goudan couldn't listen at all.

Cheng Dafu couldn't stand it anymore and said to Cheng Wang'er, "Wang'er, give Goudan the chicken legs in your bowl."

Cheng Wang'er also likes to eat chicken drumsticks. He hasn't even taken a bite, so he would just let them go.