Upon hearing this, the Jiang family was thrown into another flurry of activity.

"Second daughter-in-law, quickly hide the chicken in the kitchen," Grandma Jiang said hurriedly.

"Mother, where did you hide this chicken soup?" Zhu was anxious and paced around in circles.

"Second Aunt, Grandma, there's no need to hide the chicken. Just leave it in the kitchen. Grandma Cuihua wouldn't dare drink it," Jiang Wanwan said confidently from the side.

After speaking, she left the main room and walked straight to the courtyard gate.

The Jiang family members looked at each other in bewilderment. Before they could even react to what Jiang Wanwan meant, she had already opened the door.

"Ah! Open, the door is open!" Zhu was so frightened that she turned pale.

"Oh no, oh no, the chicken in the pot is going to be lost."

"Grandma Cuihua will definitely come up the mountain with us next time!"

"We didn't have time to properly hide the mushrooms and wild vegetables in the house."

The entire Jiang family lived in deep fear of being dominated by Zhang Cuihua.

Jiang Wanwan was unaware of the situation inside the main room and was busy dealing with Old Lady Zhang. "Grandma Cuihua, you've arrived? Are you here to bring us mushrooms?"

Behind Zhang Cuihua was a boy of about seven or eight years old. He was probably her grandson.

"Hehehe, Wan'er, you're really joking. The mushrooms and wild vegetables I picked this morning aren't enough for my family of over ten people," Zhang Cuihua said with a grin.

As she spoke, she stretched her neck and peered inside. At the same time, she pouted and sniffed around with her nose twitching, looking like a stray dog ​​sniffing its own poop.

"Wow, the smell of meat! Wanwan, did your family eat meat?" Zhang Cuihua's eyes darted around, her gaze fixed intently on Jiang Wanwan.

A smile appeared on Jiang Wanwan's face. She pursed her lips and nodded, "Yes, we ate meat. It was so delicious!"

A sour feeling welled up in Zhang Cuihua's heart. Her family hadn't even had meat to eat yet, so how come Old Jiang's whole family was eating meat!

It seems that Old Jiang's daughter-in-law and grandsons must have caught some good wild game on the mountain today.

Hmph, no wonder they wouldn't show her their baskets! How cunning!

The more Zhang Cuihua thought about it, the more convinced she became. She stretched her neck out even further and caught a glimpse of chicken feathers on the ground in a corner of the yard.

It was a wild pheasant!

Judging by the amount of feathers, there must be at least two pheasants!

She regretted it. If she had insisted on searching the baskets on Dajiang and Dahe's backs, she would definitely have found the two pheasants. With her quick wit and persuasive skills, she could have easily gotten one of them. Then, her family would definitely have had pheasant to eat today!

Why!

Zhang Cuihua's grandson, with two tubes of snot hanging from his nose, couldn't help but lick his lips when he heard the two talking about meat.

Jiang Wanwan's eyes darted around before she looked directly at Aunt Zhang's grandson. A smile played on her lips as she addressed the snotty-nosed boy, "Grandma Cuihua, you have no idea how fresh and tender the chicken was, not dry at all. And the chicken soup with mushrooms had a layer of golden-orange oil floating on top—it tasted so delicious!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than the boy behind Zhang Cuihua drooled uncontrollably. He rushed forward, grabbed Zhang Cuihua's leg, and began to whine, "Grandma, I want to eat meat! I want to eat meat!"

"Shut up! Where will you get meat, Grandma? It's your fifth grandfather's family that gets meat!" Zhang Cuihua said, feigning anger.

Old Man Jiang is the fifth in his generation of the Jiang family.

"Waaah! I don't care, the dog wants meat, the dog wants meat!" Zhang Cuihua's grandson rolled around on the ground.

Hearing the dog's tantrums and rolling around, the women of the Jiang family, led by Old Mrs. Jiang, and the boys reluctantly came out of the main room. Old Mr. Jiang and the men from the Jiang family went back into their rooms to hide.

They saw Jiang Wanwan slightly bent over, smiling at the dog, and gently said, "Little dog, do you want to eat some fragrant and tender chicken?"

Author's note: To make it easier for the children to distinguish the Aunt Zhang with the shoe-pulling face mentioned earlier, I've given her a new name: "Zhang Cuihua".