If you only give and don't get anything in return, people will definitely complain.
Zhang Jinrong could only silently shut his mouth and stuff various stir-fried dishes into his mouth.
Yes, they also had stir-fried dishes tonight.
I have to say, stir-fried vegetables are really delicious.
This dish smells so good, it's so delicious.
"Cousin, eat this. Let me tell you, my grandma's stir-fries are the best." Zhou Xian boasted to his cousin about how good his food was.
Chen Suwen didn't cook often, only occasionally when she felt like it, but each time she did, Zhou Xian remembered it vividly.
"Yes, yes, Grandma's cooking is so delicious, the sweet potato leaves are especially fragrant."
"The green beans are crisp and fragrant."
The stir-fried green beans are stir-fried until they look like roasted green beans, with a slightly wrinkled exterior, but they are very flavorful and taste especially delicious.
"Really? I don't believe it."
"My mom's cooking is the best."
"Grandma's cooking is delicious too."
The children were eating while comparing whose cooking was the best, each of them having their own people to defend.
The elders, however, paid no attention to them and were engrossed in their conversation.
Xu Tonghai and his son Xu Guangtao listened intently, especially when Zhou Cunzhi was showing off the oil press his father had made.
The meal was very enjoyable, but the family of four did not stay overnight at the Xu's house. They returned to the Zhou's house after a short while.
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The fact that the Zhou family owned their own oil press was not only a hot topic on Guangming Road, but also known to residents of several nearby streets.
Many people want to take advantage of the situation and try to extract oil from their own produce.
Of course, most people go there hoping to get a good deal; that is to say, they don't intend to pay for the oil pressing.
"Hmph, what do you take this place for? Do you think machines don't need electricity to run? Do you think electricity is free?"
"I'll press oil for you for free, and then my family's monthly electricity bill is more than our entire family's salary. How are we supposed to survive?"
"Or is it that we're out of money for food and we can come to your house for a meal?"
Chen Suwen stood with her arms crossed, blocking the crowd, speaking in a sarcastic tone and with a fierce expression.
"Come on, if you want to use my oil press, that's fine too. I'll be eating at your house every day for the next week."
"By the way, my third son's child is in postpartum confinement. Remember to kill a chicken and make chicken soup for her."
Is this okay?
Chen Suwen's words made those who wanted to take advantage widen their eyes, and the person at the front of the line looked at her with a "how shameless you are" expression.
"Chen Suwen, how could you say such a thing? You're coming to my house for dinner? With your whole family, and you want me to kill a chicken? Are you crazy?" Zhou Feng'e, who lived two houses down from Chen Suwen, looked at her in shock.
"How can you be so shameless? You want me to kill a chicken for your daughter-in-law? I wouldn't even eat it myself."
She didn't even kill a chicken for her own daughter-in-law during her postpartum period, yet she expects her to kill a chicken for someone else's daughter-in-law? Don't even dream about it.
"I'm shameless? Why don't you say you're shameless? My oil press is electric! Electric! Do you understand?"
"How much is the electricity bill each month? Are you going to pay it for me? Or do you expect me to let you use my house for free?"
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