As she spoke, Grandma Jiang snatched the wooden basin from Jiang He's hand and tried to shove it back into Zhang Cuihua's arms.

Just then, a snow-white hand reached out and took the wooden basin away without giving her a chance to resist. "Grandma, you can't give it back."

Grandma Jiang was extremely anxious. She glared at Jiang Wanwan and said, "Wanwan, are you out of your mind? Do you really want to trade chicken soup for wild vegetables and mushrooms?"

Seeing Jiang Wanwan's reluctant expression, Zhang Cuihua's mind began to wander.

It seems this chicken soup of wisdom is destined to remain within her grasp.

She looked at Old Madam Jiang disapprovingly, "Oh dear, Fifth Sister-in-law, you really are something. Wan'er is used to eating big fish and meat in the General's Mansion, so naturally she looks down on these chickens, ducks and meats. As for these mushrooms and wild vegetables, I'm sure Wan'er has never eaten them before, so naturally she likes them."

Why are you still stopping Wan from accepting these mushrooms and wild vegetables?

"You!" Old Mrs. Jiang couldn't argue with Zhang Cuihua, and could only stare helplessly in frustration.

The Jiang family members were sweating bullets. They were worried that Jiang Wanwan would really return the chicken soup in the pot to Zhang Cuihua, and they were even more worried that she would tell Zhang Cuihua where she had caught the wild chicken.

"Grandma Cuihua, you've misunderstood. We did have chicken soup, but it wasn't wild pheasant soup! It was from our old hen that hadn't laid eggs in three years!"

"If you don't believe me, come and take a look at these chicken feathers."

Zhang Cuihua clearly didn't believe Jiang Wanwan's words. What family would be willing to kill a laying hen?

Zhang Cuihua followed Jiang Wanwan over. Zhang Cuihua squatted down, picked up a chicken feather, and examined it carefully.

They had caught pheasants before, so they naturally knew what pheasant feathers looked like. Pheasant feathers are multicolored, while domestic chicken feathers are a single color. In addition, pheasants can fly, so the feathers on their wings are wide and long, while those of domestic chickens are the opposite.

The chicken feathers on the ground look just like those of a domestic chicken, not like those of a wild chicken at all!

Zhang Cuihua was somewhat disappointed. She had been hoping to find out where to catch pheasants, but she never expected that the old Jiang family would slaughter their own old hen!

Haha, she knew it! The Jiang family is so unlucky, how could they possibly catch a pheasant!

Jiang Wanwan sighed and said helplessly to the dog, "Dog, it's not that I don't want to give you chicken. But you know my whole family has been having bad luck, and even the old hen hasn't laid an egg for three years."

If I give you chicken soup made from a hen that doesn't lay eggs, and your family suffers the same misfortune as ours, then our family would be guilty!

Zhang Cuihua was taken aback; she hadn't expected that eating Old Jiang's food would bring her bad luck.

The main reason is that Old Jiang's family is too poor. She never had the chance to cheat them out of their food, so she had no way of verifying whether eating their food would bring bad luck.

Jiang Wanwan sighed again, "Sigh, if you insist on drinking chicken soup, that's fine. But you have to swear to Grandma Cuihua that if your family suffers misfortune, it has nothing to do with our family."

The ancients believed most in ghosts and gods, and were even more superstitious about these things.

Jiang Xun immediately guessed his sister's intention. "Then I'll go and ladle some chicken soup for Grandma Cuihua and Gou'er. Grandma Cuihua, please wait a moment."

He lifted his foot, about to walk towards the kitchen.

"Hey, hey, Xun, stop right there. Who said Gou'er and I wanted to drink your chicken soup? We were just joking around, hehehe~~" Zhang Cuihua quickly stopped Jiang Xun.

Hearing that drinking chicken soup would bring bad luck, Gou'er was terrified. He sniffled and shook his head repeatedly, "Gou'er won't drink it, won't drink it!"

It would have been better if Jiang Wanwan hadn't mentioned it, because the moment she did, Zhang Cuihua immediately felt that she couldn't even enter the Jiang family's yard. What if she accidentally brought the Jiang family's unlucky spirit back to their home? They'd be doomed.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cuihua hurriedly pulled the dog out of Old Jiang's yard and stood outside the threshold.

"Wan girl, hurry up and return our pot of mushrooms and wild vegetables. We won't trade it for your chicken soup anymore," Zhang Cuihua said anxiously from outside the door.

Jiang Wanwan hugged the wooden basin to her chest, blinked her bright peach blossom eyes, and said innocently, "Grandma Cuihua, you just said that this basin of mushrooms was a gift for me when we first met, so why do you want to take it back now?"