"Shishi, get ready, we're going to Beijing."
After being cared for by his mother-in-law, the person felt the sun shine brightly after the rain.
Is his wife being a blabbermouth? No, it's her unique love for him. He should just accept it bravely. Why be so dramatic?
This is the surface level.
secretly.
"Shishi, Chou Chou, Xiao Shi, hurry up! We're having a big meal in Beijing. Run to the meeting point right now, the plane is already waiting."
Run! Get out of here before the strong winds reach the camp.
If you can't hear or see, it's the same as not knowing.
It's roughly equivalent to him still having some dignity left.
“Nannan and Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday will also go. When you go, you can’t act too smart. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, you have to be quiet and act like ordinary chickens, understand?”
The four boys instantly got into character, their eyes immediately glazing over.
"You stinky egg, what are you doing in Beijing?"
Not knowing the reason or whether it affected the money, Shishi picked up her share of the three chickens (hers, Chou Chou's, and Xiao Shi's) and put them in the patriarch's arms.
"We have a mission; the top leader wants to see you."
A high-ranking leader?
Those old men?
It seems he's got his eye on her paintings again.
What should I draw this time?
I've got it! They're old, and although they're in good health, it's still better if someone takes care of them. Let's draw robots.
Once the robot is finished, Guagua can come out openly and legitimately.
But, "Why do they need to see Nannan on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays?"
"Dad said they were just curious about your friends, nothing more."
"Oh, okay, it's not that you want to eat Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday, it's fine." Shishi was relieved.
Zhou Yan quickly put his share into his pocket and handed the remaining five shares to Zhang Tong.
"Auntie, one portion is for my brother, and four portions are for my little brother Shishi. Could you please deliver them? And that pile is for Uncle's banquet. Please keep it safe."
Does this mean he's going too?
Xie Lin pursed his lips, not refusing.
Go ahead, go ahead, it'll broaden your horizons.
Zhang Tong handed him a copy, saying, "Since we're going to Beijing, give this to your Eighth Brother."
OK.
Zhang Tong was worried that the child would talk nonsense again after going to Beijing, so she pulled her back to her room to teach her a lesson.
It's enough to lose face on the island; there's no need to lose face outside.
"Why can't I say it? I've heard it before: a good person is one who shares what they have, and you won't get fat if you eat alone."
That was something I overheard when I was a zombie.
That's how humans are; they'll clamor to share even a single loaf of bread, and if they dare to eat it all by themselves, they'll get beaten up or even robbed.
The people here have plenty of food, and she doesn't want to share food, so she'll share the secret instead.
A love of beauty is innate, but a love of sharing is a virtue.
This is the truth that Chou Chou told her before.
She wants to look beautiful.
Ugly: I just didn't want you to take away all the crystal cores I had hidden.
The word "virtue" left Zhang's mother speechless.
Is this mess really called sharing?
Daughter, your virtue is built on your husband's shamelessness.
“Shishi, it’s like this, we can share things, but some things can only be known by ourselves, such as the things between you and Choudan, which can only be known by you and Choudan.”
"Let me put it this way, if you keep telling everyone about Stinky Egg, what if others find out he's really good and steal it? Then you won't have Stinky Egg anymore..."
She launched into a long, eloquent speech, talking for quite some time before the big mouth reluctantly agreed that from now on, she would only share things with Xie Lin and wouldn't tell anyone else.
Shishi said: "It's a hobby that's ingrained in my bones, and it's so hard to change."
Stinky Egg said that her abilities and origins cannot be revealed, and her mother said that her relationship with Stinky Egg cannot be revealed, and there will definitely be more things that cannot be revealed in the future.
Finally, she complained, "Adults are so fickle; my virtues are gone."
Zhang Tong: ……
Here, Guagua has the most to say:
No, that's not true at all. Her big mouth was natural; she loved to brag since she was little. She would tell other kids what color underwear she wore and what cartoon characters were on it. She only changed when she grew up, but after becoming a zombie, she reverted to her old ways.
Ugly had no idea she was being blamed, and pushed Nannan away, saying, "Little Master, you carry Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday."
"Brother Lin, is there a ghost chasing you? Why are you running so fast?"
Lu Fan spoke sullenly. He hadn't brought any luggage, though he had some at home, and he was the first to arrive at the meeting point.
Zhang Dong held a small backpack, his eyes conveying an ambiguous meaning.
Thinking about what he had overheard on his way home and what his wife had relayed, he had a gut feeling that the head of the family was running away.
My sister-in-law was as "lively" as ever.
Xie Lin ignored his brothers who were watching the spectacle, and now that everyone was there, they were ready to set off.
As Liang Jianbin, the full-time driver, watched the three chickens flapping onto the plane, his mind went blank for a moment.
The only animal they ever carried was a military dog; the first time they carried a chicken was when it was dressed in clothes.
"Deputy Division Commander Xie, are they going too?"
Has my sister-in-law taken her chickens all the way to Beijing?
His gaze was very direct. Xie Lin thought to himself: It wasn't me who asked me to go; it was the leaders who asked me to go. I had no choice.
"Yes, they should all go. The island is small, and they should go out and see the world. The more they travel, the more knowledge they will gain, and they won't just see themselves as chickens that can only be cooked."
Liang Jianbin: ...Why is that so creepy? If it's not a chicken, can it turn into a human?
The seven brothers' mouths twitched simultaneously; why did their style of speaking sound so much like their sister-in-law's?
What is their sister-in-law doing?
"On Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, when you get there, eat as much as you want. The food there is different from what you eat at home; it's free. Eating more is like making a profit, understand?"
The three chickens, full of fighting spirit, clucked. (Understood.)
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