As they approached, they suddenly smelled an enticing fragrance.

"What a nice smell! Is that the smell of your stew?"

Chen Feng stopped and looked at Qiao Zhijie in surprise.

"Gurgle!"

Qiao Zhijie's Adam's apple moved, he swallowed, shook his head and said, "That's impossible, how can stewed meat smell so good, and the fragrance is not coming from my house."

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then simultaneously turned their eyes to the house next door to the Qiao family.

From some distance away, I saw Chen Wang and a few others eating something and drinking beer.

"What are you eating? Barbecue?"

Qiao Zhijie asked with curiosity on his face.

"I've never seen barbecue like this before. It's so delicious!"

Chen Feng's eyes were full of jealousy and envy.

"This smells much better than stewed meat. How about... let's go over and take a look? After all, he's his brother, right?"

Qiao Zhijie suggested tentatively.

"Forget it, when did he ever treat me as his brother? That time when Ah Shun and I were in danger in the mountains, the village chief came to his door, but he didn't come to save me!"

When talking about this, a strong hatred flashed across Chen Feng's eyes.

"Well, alas, after Awang became smart, he became inhumane."

"Humph! Who told him to hunt? But the mountains are dangerous. I want to see how long they can be so successful. Who knows when they will become like his father..."

"Shh..."

Qiao Zhijie interrupted him hastily and put his hand in a gesture to silence him.

It was because Chen Wang and Chen Dazhuang, who were sitting on the bench, happened to be looking at them.

There is a courtyard wall around the Qiao family’s house, but there is no courtyard wall around Chen Wang’s house.

"Why be afraid of him!"

Chen Feng said with disdain.

"Brother, they are too powerful now. It is better for us not to mess with them. My parents have been very strict with me recently. They beat me with a stick at every turn and compare me with him. I doubt that he said something to my father."

Qiao Zhijie lowered his voice and said with a grim expression.

Chen Feng was stunned when he heard this, and said coldly: "Every family is like this now, my parents are the same, I don't even want to stay at home."

At the same time, outside Chen Wang's house.

"Awang, believe it or not, they might be saying something bad about you."

Chen Dazhuang said with a playful smile.

"Why bother with them? You can't sew their mouths shut!"

Chen Wang smiled indifferently, picked up the beer bottle and took a big gulp.

Chen Dazhuang nodded, and suddenly shouted to the two of them: "Hey, isn't this Brother Feng, and Brother Jie, come and have some barbecue together!"

As he spoke, he held up a few skewers in his hand and showed them off with a smile: "Look, there are beef skewers, mutton skewers, and venison skewers. They smell so good!"

"It's just eating some meat, is it necessary to be so proud?"

Chen Feng questioned with a cold face.

But Qiao Zhijie on the side swallowed his saliva spinelessly.

"It's nothing. We're tired of eating meat every day. So today we're changing it up and marinating it and grilling it like this. It's so delicious!"

Chen Dazhuang said with a smile, picked up a skewer of barbecue, pulled it off and chewed it in big mouthfuls.

"Can we really have some?"

Qiao Zhijie couldn't help it and asked loudly.

There’s no way, it smells so good!

This method was too rare. He had stolen chickens and ducks and roasted them to eat, but he had never seen them roasted on skewers like this.

The aroma that rushed into his nose told him that the skewers that Chen Dazhuang described tasted absolutely delicious.

Watching the other person taking bites of meat and sips of wine, he was really envious.

If he could just give in, he could come over and eat with them. He really wouldn't mind bowing to Chen Wang once.

"Ajie, you..."

Chen Feng looked at him with displeasure.

"If there's such a good thing, why not go? Don't you really want to eat at all?"

Qiao Zhijie lowered his voice and asked back.

Chen Feng was speechless for a moment.

These lazy guys in the village, who doesn't like meat and wine, let alone when it's roasted so deliciously.

If possible, he would have rushed over, snatched all the other person's things, and wolfed them down himself.

"I won't give it to you!"

The little girl suddenly shouted loudly.

She was holding a bottle of soda in one hand and a skewer in the other, and said to Chen Dazhuang: "Brother Dazhuang, why did you call them over? We don't have enough to eat!"

"Hahahaha...I was just joking with them."

Chen Dazhuang explained with a smile, then looked at the two of them and said, imitating Chen Wang's previous words: "You heard it too. Sorry, you guys should just keep dreaming!"

"puff!"

Chen Wang, who had just taken a sip of beer, burst out laughing when he heard this.

Chen Jianjun glared at his son angrily and amusedly, and scolded him, "What are you talking about!"

Qiao Zhijie's face turned red and he was very angry.

Chen Feng, who was standing aside, had a gloomy face and said impatiently: "You still think it's a good thing? You've been fooled!"

"Chen Dazhuang, go eat shit!"

Qiao Zhijie cursed loudly.

"Then I won't eat it. I have meat to eat."

Chen Dazhuang grinned and shook the skewers in his hand.

"Get lost, who the hell has no meat to eat?"

Qiao Zhijie roared again and stepped into his yard.

Chen Feng looked at Chen Wang and the other man coldly, then followed them into the yard.

"Bah! We got the meat to eat because we fought for it."

Chen Dazhuang curled his lips, looked at Chen Wang and said, "Awang, if it were you, we shouldn't ask Lao Qiao to help us with the meat in the future."

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