Chapter 17 The man secretly filled a bowl of chicken for his second brother...

Finally, as the chicken rolled in the pot, the aroma spread and the house finally smelled of meat.

The hut was already filled with steam, and the chicken in the pot looked cooked.

Zhai Ximo washed the small mushrooms and black fungus picked up from the forest behind the house, and threw them all into the pot to stew. At this time, the tempting aroma of the mushrooms could be smelled.

A big fire had already started in the side room, and the firelight illuminated Wang Ziru's beautiful cheeks. She set up the small table, took out the bowls and chopsticks assigned to her, and placed them one by one on the earthen stove.

"Baby! Mommy will serve you a bowl of chicken first. Try it and see if it tastes good." Wang Ziru saw that the chicken in the pot was almost cooked and knew that the little guy was very greedy.

Zhai Ximo knew that his wife and children had not eaten meat for a long time, so he first gave each of them a bowl of chicken weighing two taels, and added a spoonful of chicken soup in the bowl. The full bowl looked really tempting, and the aroma was fragrant.

"Bao'er, come over there with mom, roast a fire and eat meat!" Zhai Ximo brought the little boy's chicken to the small table in the opposite side room. The mother and daughter sat around it and ate the chicken with relish.

Zhai Ximo brought over the braised small crucian carp and placed it on the small table, which looked particularly sumptuous.

Wang Ziru picked up a piece of chicken and took a light bite. The tender and juicy taste immediately spread across her tongue.

She couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's delicious!"

Seeing his wife eating happily, Zhai Ximo showed a gratified smile on his face.

Then he turned back to the hut and continued to stare at the chicken in the pot. He had to add more fire to cook the chicken.

The two little girls from the second son's family followed him into the side room to warm themselves by the fire. They stared at the chicken in Baoer's bowl with their mouths watering, but they had no way of tasting it.

"Gudong!"

Two little girls stood aside, making discordant sounds from their dry swallowing.

Wang Ziru knew clearly that Xu Ping deliberately let the two children watch them eat and gnaw on the chicken legs, thinking that this would make Zhai Ximo feel guilty and then serve her children a bowl of chicken soup.

"No way! How could you not have thought that this would happen when you abused us mother and son?"

In the next room, Mrs. Liu was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood, but when she lay in bed, she smelled the strong aroma of chicken soup more and more, so she waited patiently for her son to come over with the chicken soup and knock on the door.

The aroma of chicken soup filled every room in the Zhai family.

When the chicken in the pot was almost cooked, several other brothers in the family also came to the hut to see the excitement, smelling the aroma of meat.

They all looked down and stared at the chicken in the pot.

"Third brother! You are so lucky. We work so hard at home every day but never get to eat chicken, let alone drink a sip of chicken soup," the second brother, Zhai Jiahao, was full of envy and was just about to ask the third brother for a bowl of chicken soup to satisfy his hunger.

Zhai Ximo also knew that the Zhai family was poor, but after a few years, they grew into a large family. Not to mention drinking chicken soup, even eating some radishes with lard would probably depend on their mother's face.

He turned around and smiled, holding a spatula in his hand, "Why are you jealous of me? Brother and sister-in-law will have lunch with you guys at noon, right?"

"Um,"

"Go to your room and get a bowl. I'll treat you to chicken soup."

“Really?”

Zhai Jiahao was extremely excited, but he knew that the third brother might not know how powerful his wife was, so he quickly turned around and took a look at the side room.

At this time, Wang Ziru set up a small table next to the fire in the side room.

Baoer was already sitting next to the small table, waiting for his father to bring the chicken over.

"Your sister-in-law won't scold you, right?" Zhai Jiahao asked in a low voice.

He also carefully turned his head to look at the side room opposite, fearing that Wang Ziru would come over and see him.

"It's okay, I will explain. But you may not have such a good time in the future." Zhai Ximo said.

Zhai Jiahao looked at the half-pot of chicken that had been cooked and was bubbling. He hurried back to their room and brought a large bowl over. "Give me half a bowl quickly."

Wang Ziru was sitting by the fire in the side room, facing the door. How could she not see Zhai Jiahao's little movements?

She pretended not to notice and sat at the small table with Bao Er, eating meat with big mouthfuls.

The Zhai family, with nothing but four walls, was even more lively than during Chinese New Year.

Xu Ping saw her husband go to the hut and bring back a big bowl of chicken. Her eyes lit up with excitement and she quickly found a lid to cover it. "I'll ask my sister-in-law to come over and help me. Then I can go cook."

"I'll go call her."

Zhai Qingsong knew his wife best. With the situation at home so chaotic, how could she dare to go out with such a shameless face?

Not long after, Liu Xiangqin followed her husband out of the west compartment, said a few words to Xu Ping, and then continued to carry clay and mud.

Xu Ping hurried to the hut to cook.

When she walked into the hut, she wanted to drink a sip of the chicken soup cooked by Lao San.

But she seemed to have arrived a little late, and the third brother put all the chicken soup in a basin and brought it to the side room opposite for them to eat.

There is only the aroma of meat wafting around here.

Xu Ping quickly started to simmer rice in a small pot beside her, then cleaned the pot and started to cook radish slices. At this time, she found that the piece of ginger left over from last night was missing.

"Forget it! The third brother must have eaten it in the chicken soup."

The side room was extremely warm. Zhai Ximo held a bowl of chicken in his hand and ate while looking at the young man.

Although she is almost four years old, her face is skinny and her hands are as small as a two-year-old's.

Seeing that his wife had also eaten her fill, he said, "Baoer looks like a two-year-old child. It seems that he is malnourished. Let's take him to a restaurant to eat something good when we get to town tomorrow."

Baoer is actually very cute and well-behaved. He is often called a "wild child" by his friends in the village, who say he is a "wild child" without a father. He is often beaten by older children in the village and cries, and runs home wiping his tears.

He is a very sensible little guy.

Wang Ziru looked at the man in surprise. She didn't expect him to be so generous. But she said with a smile, "Where do I have the money?"

"I'll give you money."

“…”

Wang Ziru was as if she had seen the God of Wealth descend upon her, her face showing shame, "It seems that you have been a soldier in the army for a few years, you have become much more sensible and considerate."

Zhai Ximo ate chicken and drank corn grits porridge in silence.

He didn't tell his family that he had worked very hard in the years he was in the army and was even constantly learning military skills.

Today he is no longer an ordinary soldier. He went to military school three years ago and was promoted to regiment commander half a year ago. He also has considerable say in the army.

If he could return to the army with his wife and children, he would be able to work with peace of mind.

The little boy held the chicken in his hands and praised while eating: "Mom, the chicken is so delicious!"

Wang Ziru smiled and touched her son's little head, saying, "Eat slowly, don't choke."

As she said this, Wang Ziru picked up another piece of chicken and took a big bite. The tender chicken spread in her mouth, and the wonderful taste almost made her cry.

"It's been a while since I've eaten something so delicious. Although life is hard, it's worth it to have such a happy moment occasionally."

The family finally had meat to eat, and Wang Ziru was in a very good mood.

Zhai Ximo looked at the satisfied expressions of the mother and daughter, and felt filled with a sense of accomplishment.

However, in the next room, Wang Ziru's ferocious mother-in-law was waiting in her room, expecting her son to bring her a bowl of chicken.

Mrs. Liu couldn't sleep for a long time, so she got up and sat on the bed, keeping an eye on the noise outside the door, and kept repeating in her heart: "Son, you must not forget me."

However, when the third son and his family finished their meal, they still didn't hear the son knocking on the door.

Mrs. Liu's face became more and more ugly, and the anger in her heart grew more and more intense.

She angrily opened the door and walked out, muttering as she walked: "What an unfilial son! He doesn't even think about his mother when he eats meat."

Mrs. Liu went to the village angrily and told other old women about it.