Humans are truly inferior to chickens.
This is the first time I've shown disdain for my grandson.
"The chickens were raised by the children, so they probably resemble their owners," He Chaoyang said with pride.
Praising a chicken is like praising a child; adults always like others to praise their children.
Shishi swallowed the crispy pork, her mouth glistening with oil, and said, "Aunt Qiu, I am their owner."
It means: You can praise me directly.
He Chaoyang suppressed a laugh, "Shishi, according to seniority you should call Grandma Qiu."
"Grandma Qiu, I am their owner." Even when changing the way she addresses them, she has to repeat her identity.
The old lady was shrewd; seeing the girl's pleading expression and tone of voice, she guessed something.
"I was wondering why the three chickens were so well-behaved. It turns out their owner is so beautiful and refined."
The elegant woman held her head high and said, "Yes, Shishi is beautiful. Grandma Qiu, here's some meat for you, it's delicious."
Her eyes can tell whether a person is sincere or not; this grandmother was genuinely praising her.
Aunt Qiu couldn't refuse and ate two pieces of crispy pork. Even after returning home, she was still marveling at it.
Since Dr. He brought home his new wife and child, his life has gotten better day by day. Heaven has eyes, and he has finally gotten over his hardships.
You can tell whether a person is happy or not just by looking at the smile on their face.
After dinner, we returned to the compound.
Han Shuyun looked at the empty truck bed with only three chicks, three chickens, and three insects in it. She opened her mouth as if to ask what she had bought, but in the end, she didn't ask.
"Chaoyang, do you feel like there are a lot of eyes staring at you in the car?"
It would have been better not to ask, because even He Chaoyang felt uneasy after asking.
"Honey, do you feel it too? I not only feel like there are many eyes watching me, but I also feel something like a string around my waist. It doesn't feel like it when I'm far away, but it comes back when I get close to the truck bed."
He gestured, "It's so thick, and it feels icy cold."
"Me too, me too."
"Honey, I also have to tell you that while we were eating, I kept feeling like the meat was disappearing without me even noticing."
"Me too, me too."
The couple fell silent.
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