But I had already taken a bite out of the egg, so I just stood there, stunned.

Chen Xian said calmly, "Eat up. We don't have that many rules in our family. We believe in fairness. What the children have, the adults should have too."

The group squatted on the ground, rarely speaking, and silently ate their food.

Next door, Tiger's mother sniffed hard and noticed a fragrance in the air, mixed with a peculiar smell.

Meat? It's not Chinese New Year these days, who eats meat? Maybe it's Da Zhu's family next door?

Impossible! That's a scoundrel, a lazy bum who stays at home. How could he possibly eat meat?

Before long, the children's bellies were full.

San Niu: "How wonderful it would be to eat meat every day from now on."

Si Niu: "It's strange that the originally bitter wild vegetables taste so good when you add chicken."

"There will be meat buns, and we'll have meat and vegetables every day."

The group chuckled, clearly taking the remark as a joke.

Chen Xian shook his head without refuting it. People only believe what they see and question what they hear.

Simply explaining to those who don't understand is like talking to a brick wall.

It was a complete waste of time and effort to fall short.

And they are waiting.

After finishing her meal, Cuihua went to prepare to wash the dishes.

Su Liniang prepared to assist her.

Looking at the cleaned green peppers, the mud-brick house in the yard, and the solid yellow earth beneath his feet, Chen Xian still hadn't forgotten his simple goal: a house with blue bricks and tiles.

On the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the persimmon trees in the yard, and the temperature began to rise gradually.

Thinking back to when I was a food blogger, I recreated all those snacks.

Suddenly, an idea came to me.

Chen Dazhu was going to tend to the weeds in the field; he did most of the housework.

Chen Xian called Chen Erzhu, and they prepared to go to the east end of the village to take the village's oxcart to the town to buy things.

Chen Xian controlled all the money in the house. He took out fifty coins from the straw mat under the bed, and there were fifty coins left.

Bitterness, even a hero can be brought down by a single penny.

An oxcart went to town, and a round trip cost one coin per person.

Aunt Mei greeted him, "Isn't this Brother Xian? What brings you to the market?"

Chen Xian smiled and nodded without saying a word.

"This is tough. There are two more people in the family now. They're just going to sit around and eat their savings. I really don't know what he's thinking."

"Forget it, stop talking."

The oxcart wasn't very spacious, and Tiger's mother suddenly smelled the aroma of chicken, seemingly coming from Chen's son.

Could that fragrance just now really have come from the Chen family's house?