"What are you doing?" There was still surprise in Zhu Lihua's eyes that she couldn't hide.

The young man roughly stuffed the chicken into her hands. Qin Qing hurriedly caught it. Yang Lian nodded to the couple and left without saying a word.

Leaving Qin Qing with an awkward explanation.

"This is the chicken I caught on the back hill."

Zhu Lihua glanced at the direction the boy left. It was said that this grandson of Grandma Lu came from a big city. He often took the children in the village to prepare food.

This time, I actually took Qingqing to catch a pheasant, which was unbelievable.

Maybe he saw how difficult his family was.

"That was Granny Lu's grandson just now, right?"

"Well, he happened to be in the mountains and helped me a lot." She thought to herself, which made it more convincing.

Only then did Zhu Lihua react and said to her husband with a happy face, "Boss!"

The man's face was pale, with thin beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

At this moment, he also showed a rare smile.

"Dad, how about I stew this chicken for you?" Realizing her fate, the old hen struggled unwillingly.

Qin Qing held it down with both hands with great difficulty. Seeing this, Zhu Lihua reached out and grabbed the chicken.

"Let me do it!"

In the past, she would have been reluctant to put the chicken into the pot, but her husband had injured his leg and needed to eat something nutritious. Besides, the chicken was caught, so she didn't feel sorry for it.

"Let's stew chicken tonight!" Because the children at home are still young, even though times are difficult, they still maintain three meals a day.

Unlike some families who have enough food every day.

Qin Qing trotted over, took Qin Zhilin's hand, and whispered, "Dad, are you feeling better?"

"Much better."

"That's good!" Qin Qing was completely relieved and carefully led him into the house.

Zhu Lihua entered the kitchen and skillfully lit the fire, boiled water, killed the chicken, and plucked its feathers...

Not even a drop of blood was wasted, it was all caught in the bowl.

The two brothers returned home early at noon, and they felt relieved when they saw their parents were back.

Children are innocent, as long as they meet people and nothing serious happens, it’s fine.

Seeing their mother slaughter the chicken, the two brothers became dazed and couldn't wait for night to come. Shitou was even more exaggerated. He would run to the kitchen door from time to time and stare eagerly, afraid that someone would take the chicken away.

After noon, Goudan went to work reluctantly, which made Zhu Lihua laugh and cry.

She chopped the chicken into pieces, hung half of it to air-dry, and used the other half to make soup. Since her family was poor and there was nothing to stew, she added a few slices of old ginger and stewed it in water in a clay pot.

Soon a rich aroma of meat wafted out, and even Qin Qing's mouth couldn't stop drooling.

So greedy.

Time passes by every second.

"Nannan, take this bowl of chicken soup to grandma." Zhu Lihua scooped a chicken leg, put it in a basket and covered it, then asked Qin Qing to send it to her uncle's house. She scooped another bowl of chicken soup and asked Shitou to send it to Grandma Lu's house. The two went in different directions.

As I walked along the trail of smoke, I just stepped into my uncle's house and heard Song Huilan's sharp cry.

"Eat!"

Seeing Qin Qing enter the house, Song Huilan said hypocritically, "Qingqing came at the right time, just have something to eat." Although she said so, she did not move her feet at all, as if she was sure that Qin Qing would not stay for dinner.

No one has an easy life these days.

On the table were wild vegetable pancakes made according to the number of people and a large bowl of sorghum porridge.

Qin Zhimu hesitated for a moment and then picked up a wild vegetable pancake and handed it to her.

"Take it."

Seeing their condescending tone and their slightly sympathetic looks, Qin Qing felt that they might have misunderstood the situation and quickly waved his hands.

"I don't want to eat. Where's grandma? I have something to talk to her about."

Song Huilan curled her lips and shouted, "Mom! Your granddaughter is looking for you."

"Hey." Old Mrs. Lu, wearing a patched apron, poked her head out of the kitchen. Seeing Qin Qing, she put on a smile and said, "Your father and the others should be here soon. It's a good opportunity for you to take this cloth with you."

After saying that, he went into the inner room and handed a roll of cloth to Qin Qing.

"Grandma, this is what my mother sent to you." Qin Qing carefully took out the porcelain bowl that was still warm, put the cloth in the basket and prepared to take it away.

Song Huilan leaned against the door frame while chewing a wild vegetable cake, staring at them intently, afraid that Qin Qing would take away even a grain of rice from her house.

She really didn't want to stay a moment longer.

"Grandma, I'll be leaving first."

"Hey, eat something before you go." Old Mrs. Lu tried to persuade her to stay.

"Mom is still waiting for me!" Qin Qing ran away.

Old Mrs. Lu then looked away and carefully lifted the lid of the porcelain bowl. A rich aroma spread out, and she saw a big, greasy chicken leg lying at the bottom of the bowl.

"This!!!" Song Huilan's eyes widened, and the cake in her mouth suddenly lost its fragrance.

No wonder the dead girl ran so fast!