After Lu Yanzhi and Shen Wan left, Mr. Lu immediately asked Sister E to set the table and prepare to eat.
In fact, it was already time for lunch, but because of Lu Yanzhi's attitude, Mr. Lu was unwilling to keep him for even a meal.
Whatever Mr. Lu likes, everyone must hold in the palm of his hand.
Otherwise, don't expect him to be in a good mood.
At the dinner table, Lu Jianguo originally wanted to bring the meal up and eat with Jinfeng, but thinking that he had been back for so long and had never had a meal with the old man, and with his parents arriving, Lu Jianguo felt that he should also take time to accompany the old man.
At the dinner table, Mr. Lu said to everyone, "A'e said we're running out of eggs. Who can buy some? I'll pay!"
"Oh my god, Jinfeng is my wife. It's my responsibility to prepare some eggs for her. Grandpa, you don't need to give me anything." Lu Jianguo said with a smile.
"Anyway, you can get the best. It's up to you whether you want it or not." said Mr. Lu.
"I'll ask someone to get an old hen and stew it for Jinfeng to eat. It will help her to nourish herself. She's too thin." Lu Mingfang said.
"I'll go back in the evening and see if my mother has anything delicious to eat." Guo Song said.
Old Master Lu looked at the people at the dinner table. They were all very concerned about Li Jinfeng. The gloom caused by Lu Yanzhi's return was slowly dispelled.
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A few days passed and another group of relatives came.
Lu Zezhi and Song Chunling also came.
Since the last time, Song Chunling came several times, hoping that Mr. Lu would continue to provide the 100 kilograms of fine grain every month. After being rejected by Mr. Lu, Song Chunling felt that she had lost face and had not come for a long time.
This time, Song Chunling came because she took into consideration the birth of the son of Mr. Lu’s favorite grandson, Lu Jianguo, and she would have no way to explain to the old man if she didn’t come.
After not seeing each other for such a long time, Song Chunling's complexion doesn't seem to be as good as before.
That’s right. The 100 kilograms of fine grains she was given every month before had caused Song Chunling to develop a habit of not eating anything other than fine grains.
Although Lu Zezhi had a high salary and a lot of food supplies every month, the food was not even close to what Grandpa Lu had given him in the past. The difference was huge.
At first, Song Chunling even ate out to improve her life. The first few days of the month were fine, with money and food coupons, and she lived comfortably. But when her money and coupons ran out, she had to start eating whole grains again.
People who eat coarse grains have a bad complexion. Song Chunling now feels nauseous and wants to vomit when she sees wheat bran, sorghum flour, and dried sweet potatoes.
This time, when it came, she ran to the kitchen to see if she could get something delicious. She really couldn't stand it anymore.
In the kitchen, Song Chunling saw a pot of soup stewing. She opened the lid and took a look. It was chicken soup. At the same time, a fragrant aroma came towards her, making Song Chunling's mouth water.
Just as I was thinking about getting a bowl of soup and a chicken leg to satisfy my hunger, Sister E came in.
"Chunling, what are you doing? This is Jinfeng's postpartum soup." Sister E said.
Song Chunling's face fell instantly.
Doesn’t Li Jinfeng’s postpartum soup mean that she can’t eat it?
Song Chunling secretly glanced at the living room outside the kitchen. Everyone was talking and didn't notice her and Sister E.
After rolling her eyes, Song Chunling quickly took out a dime from her pocket and handed it to Sister E, "Sister E, this money is for you. Please let me have some soup. I'm really greedy."
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