Hahahahahahahaha. These innocent little guys of hers always say very funny things... Cheng Zhenzhu covered her mouth with her hands and laughed so hard.
Cheng Fugui was delighted to hear that the dishes the children wanted to eat were all his specialties. "Okay, okay, I'll make them all. Tonight we'll have fried chicken with black fungus, stewed pig's trotters with soybeans, and egg wrapped tofu..."
It's true that every winter and summer vacation, his family's financial situation becomes increasingly strained! Cheng Fugui felt a little emotional. But he was also happy that the children were happy. He raised chickens for so long and earned so much money, wasn't it all just to eat?
Sanni was satisfied when she heard about eating chicken. She continued to eat the meatballs. Under the watchful eyes of several adults, she didn't dare to fight for them. She just followed the queue and ate the meatballs. As long as she didn't miss out, she was fine.
However, after the third round, there was only one left, so Sanni immediately grabbed it with her chopsticks.
Little Tiger, the two Little Deers, and the six Little Deers didn't bother arguing with the Three Little Deers, and moved on to other dishes. As for Little Deer, who loved meatballs, he hadn't even finished a single one yet. He didn't argue, but instead focused on biting into the meatball in his hand, his eyes sparkling...
After a hearty lunch, both the adults and the children were very satisfied. Cheng Zhenzhu helped clear the dishes with her nine-piece bag. Zhao Fangrui told them to rest while she and her daughter-in-law carried the bowls back to the kitchen.
Cheng Zhenyu, who was nursing her young son, looked at the scene and called her daughters to help wash the dishes. She didn't eat for free; if her daughters did the work, it was as if she did it herself...
Da Ni and Er Ni nodded, and Tiao Tiao and Xiao Hu Zi also wanted to help. When the little deer saw this, he stumbled after his brothers, tail wagging, and stretched out his two little hands to help.
Sanni folded her arms and leaned in to watch. She didn't want to wash the dishes. Her mother had driven her here...
Zhao Fangrui was relieved to see the children gathered around her, but she didn't ask them to wash. She sent them inside to warm up by the fire. It was so cold, Zhao Fangrui didn't want them to work, fearing they'd catch a cold. Wang Xiaomei naturally didn't want to send the children over either, so she told Xiaohuzi and the others to go back inside to play with Xiaolu.
Cheng Zhenbao didn't have as many concerns as his mother and wife. Aren't children to be ordered around? They should be used as much as possible while they can still be used. And since they were all well-fed and strong, how could they easily catch a cold?
So when they killed the chicken at night, Cheng Zhenbao, who was assigned the task of plucking the feathers, decisively set his sights on his own son.
He killed and scalded the chicken, then handed the rest to his son. He still had to go play cards, and his luck was just right...
Little Tiger's eyes rolled around, his head moving. He still had to entertain his brother Yitiao and the others! His parents entertained his aunt and the others, so as the little man in the house, shouldn't he entertain his brother Yitiao and the others well?
"Uncle, please help us pull it out." Zhao Dani and Zhao Erni said.
"It's okay, you guys go warm yourself by the fire, and let Little Tiger come." Cheng Zhenbao said. One's own children are indeed to be ordered around, so a niece should still be pampered...
"Uncle, let's go with Brother Xiaohu. We are good at plucking feathers, right, brother?" Er Tiao raised his hand and spoke to his elder brother.
"Yes, yes, we can pluck the feathers..." Several people raised their hands, and they responded in unison. Every time we killed chickens and ducks at home, they were the ones who plucked the feathers. They plucked them very cleanly, and my mother praised them!
Cheng Zhenbao nodded, "That's fine, uncle will give this glorious task to you. If uncle is lucky, I will give you red envelopes..."
"Don't worry, don't worry." Little Tiger pushed his father out of the kitchen. Plucking the chicken together was just fun, and his stingy father wouldn't be worth a penny...
Then, a dozen or so children gathered in the kitchen, "serving" a chicken together. Sanni was also plucking the feathers, doing so quite seriously. This was the one she had specifically requested, and if she didn't pluck them cleanly, she'd be the one to eat the feathers...
Eating chicken in the evening is a good omen. A group of children sit at the small square table, their mouths full of greasy food, and then take a bite of tender tofu. Their mood is so happy.
For the next few days, Cheng Fugui was still in charge of the kitchen. The others continued to feast in Haishi. After two more days of snowball fights and firecrackers, and a few more days of enjoying Grandpa's signature dishes, they packed up and prepared to return home.
Zhao Fangrui and the others were very reluctant to leave, but it was about to rain and the kids had to go to school, so it was indeed time to go.
Oh, if only my daughter hadn't married off to that Sanshi Island. It's such a hassle to go back and forth, and get a letter of introduction every time. If only she had been like my older daughter and married somewhere nearby, she could visit every day, how convenient...
On the morning of his departure, Cheng Fugui woke up early to steam the brown sugar buns he'd made the day before. The brown buns, adorned with chopped red dates, looked incredibly pretty. The filling was fluffy, soft, sweet, and delicious.
The children were crying and laughing as they held their steamed buns. Little Tiger was crying so hard that his heart was broken, but he finally stopped crying when Cheng Zhenzhu invited him to visit her during the summer vacation.
But a moment later, after finishing his bun, Little Tiger started crying again with his brothers and sisters. Little Deer nudged her brother and gave him a bite of the brown sugar bun.
She thought her brothers were crying because they had no steamed buns to eat. She still had plenty, so she could share a bite with each of her brothers...
Little Tiger snorted, accepted the steamed bun meat from his sister, and then continued to immerse himself in the sad mood of separation.
Liu Tiao wiped away two tears and took two bites. Grandpa's brown sugar buns were so delicious! Also, Brother Xiaohu really knows how to cry! It made him want to cry too...
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