Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

"Grandma, you heard it too. My cousin said that you fought Ying Wu first. I didn't want to say something, but today you beat Ying Wu. I don't care about you. You have the face Came here to claim compensation!" Han Yingxue snorted coldly.

"You, you, you..." Mrs. Han shook her hands angrily, and said, "What's wrong with me beating Ying Wu? I am Ying Wu's mother. But this brat beat me, why can't I come to claim compensation?"

Han Yingxue spat, "Okay, don't talk nonsense with me, we won't pay for this money, and, grandma, I'll put my words first, today you beat Ying Wu, I won't talk to you Don't worry about it, if you do this again next time, don't blame me for being rude!"

Han Yingxue gritted her teeth and said coldly.

Old lady Han trembled when Han Yingxue stared at her piercingly. Then he cursed and left.

Han Yingxue turned her head and found that Zhao Qishan was looking at her.

His pretty eyes looked at her with some concentration.

"What are you looking at me for?" Han Yingxue glared at him before sneaking into the room.

"Hey..." Zhao Qishan laughed and followed Han Yingxue into the room.

Lunch was not ready yet, looking at the red palm prints on Zhao Qishan's face, Han Yingxue decided to make pheasant soup as compensation.

The pheasant was quickly plucked and cleaned, and Han Yingxue put the pheasant into the pot to stew.

Using this time, I fried two pots of green vegetables and cooked a pot of rice. When the rice is cooked, the chicken soup is also cooked.

The family brought the food to the table, and Han Yingxue first sent a large bowl of chicken soup and chicken to Mrs. Zhao.

One chicken leg was also given to Mrs. Zhao, and the other was thrown into Zhao Qishan's bowl.

The kitchen was filled with the smell of chicken soup.

Han Yingxia, Han Yingwen and Han Yingwu couldn't help sniffing, the smell was really good.

"Here, give it to Ying Wu!" Zhao Qishan smiled and put the chicken leg into Han Yingwu's bowl.

Han Yingwu raised his head to look at Han Yingxue, wondering whether he should accept the chicken leg or not.

Han Yingxue glanced at Zhao Qishan, suspicious in her heart, isn't this guy an idiot, why is he willing to give up good things?

Facing Han Yingxue's scrutinizing gaze, Zhao Qishan raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a nice smile. Han Yingxue stroked his forehead, feeling seduced by the handsome man in front of him again.

After secretly scolding himself for being worthless, he heard Zhao Qishan say: "Ying Wu's face is seriously injured, he should mend it."

Didn't his face hurt more?

Several people stopped their chopsticks and looked at Zhao Qishan's face.

Han Yingwu bowed his head, and gave Zhao Qishan the chicken leg in his bowl again. He whispered: "Cousin, you should eat!"

"It's okay. Eat what you want!" Zhao Qishan declined.

"Ying Wu, if I tell you to eat, you can eat it!" Han Yingxue said. Han Yingwu obediently did not touch the chicken legs in the bowl. Glancing at Zhao Qishan, he hesitated for a long time before taking a bite of the chicken leg.

"Why don't you eat, eat!" Han Yingxue urged.

The brothers and sisters moved their chopsticks and ate with their heads down.

Why do you feel weird? It's so strange that I can't tell!

The chicken soup tastes delicious, and the freshly picked vegetables are also crispy and delicious.

The younger brothers and sisters ate very happily.

Since the separation, life has been getting better and better day by day. Meat is eaten almost every day these days.

"Xue'er, your cooking is really delicious!" After eating five big bowls of white rice, Zhao Qishan wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, as if there was still some aftertaste.

Seeing the clean dishes on the table, Han Yingxue rolled her eyes, she really could eat it!