Zhang Yang finished his bowl and took a bite of food, then stood up with the bowl in hand, smiling sheepishly, "I don't like chicken."
After saying that, he didn't care about Zhao Shuanglian's reaction and walked to the water tank to fetch water to wash the dishes.
Jiang Sisi swallowed the food in her mouth, looked at Zhao Shuanglian innocently, and whispered softly, "Sister Zhao, I'm so sorry, I'm full, so I won't go with you."
Ignoring Zhao Shuanglian's gloomy expression, he drank the soup in the bowl in two gulps, washed the bowl and walked into the house.
"Song..." Zhao Shuanglian smiled stiffly and looked at Song Yun on her left. Before she could finish her words, Song Yun stood up and said, "I'm done eating."
Zhao Shuanglian's chest heaved violently. She clenched her fists and tried to suppress the anger in her heart. "Brother He, they are all full. Let's go together?"
He clearly had good intentions, but these idiots didn't appreciate it. He couldn't help but blame the people in the backyard for being brainless.
She eats meat every few days without even calling them. If that's the case, don't call her if you have any problems in the future.
He Zhida said with a cold face, "Okay."
There weren't many pieces of chicken cut into half a chicken, so each person only got two or three pieces. The main thing was to drink the soup. Li Tingman took a spoon, put two spoonfuls in each person's bowl, and then divided it according to how much was left.
When He Zhida and Zhao Shuanglian walked over, they happened to see Li Tingman putting the last bit of soup residue into a bowl.
He Zhida stood behind Zhao Shuanglian with his lips tightly closed, quietly and forcefully inhaling the fragrance that filled the yard, and continued to wait for Zhao Shuanglian to speak with a cold expression.
Zhao Shuanglian's eyes lingered on the bowls of chicken soup. "Sister Li, can you sell us some chicken soup?"
Li Tingman added water to the pot. "Who is your sister? Doesn't Zhao Zhiqing know that private transactions are not allowed now?"
When she heard that they were here for chicken soup, Li Qingqing became unhappy. They had no one but three small pieces of chicken and only a little more than half a bowl of chicken soup, so there was no extra for her.
"That's right. If Zhao Zhiqing wants chicken soup, he can go to the county town to buy it, or trade it with the villagers for food."
Zhao Shuanglian already felt that asking for chicken soup lowered her status, and now she was scolded again. She was very angry and looked at Mu Ziwei with a face of grievance, because she thought Mu Ziwei was the richest.
Mu Ziwei chose to be blind. He picked up his bowl, lowered his head and slurped a mouthful of chicken soup, and did not forget to urge others, "It smells so good. Drink it quickly. We have to go to work soon."
Zhao Shuanglian wanted to leave, but when she smelled the aroma of meat, she looked at Meng Zhiyu pitifully. She felt that since she was so thin, she must have rarely drunk chicken soup and would definitely understand her pain. "Sister Zhiyu."
Meng Zhiyu was so stimulated by her delicate and weak voice that he suddenly became alert and said perfunctorily, "Let's talk about it later. I'm going to eat first."
Then he turned around indifferently and ran to drink the chicken soup that was given to him. He blew on it gently and took a sip. His eyes lit up. Mu Ziwei saw it and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"
"Yeah." Meng Zhiyu didn't bother to speak and nodded twice.
Zhao Shuanglian's face was extremely ugly. She couldn't stand it any longer. She turned around and told He Zhida to leave. "He Da..."
Seeing that there was no one behind her, Zhao Shuanglian was stunned. Jiang Zengzhi took his bowl and kindly reminded her, "He Zhiqing just left."
Looking at Zhao Shuanglian who almost fainted from anger, I couldn't help but feel a little sympathy in my heart. She came here to beg for food but was abandoned by her own companions without a word. How pitiful!
As the assembly whistle sounded, everyone in the team gathered in the big square. After the team leader counted the number of people, they each went to the area they were responsible for and worked hard as they did in the morning.
After receiving guidance from the "old man", Meng Zhiyu no longer worked in a hurry. Instead, he adjusted his pace and worked hard but not too hard.
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