Although Grandma Zhang is old, she does her work very seriously. Two hours later, the fragrant and slightly oily chicken soup was ready.
When Zhang Meng brought the chicken soup over, Xiaobao was the only one left in the small room, lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling with a pitiful look on his face.
Suddenly the little guy sniffed, "Sister Xiaomeng, it smells so good."
Xiaobao, lying listless on the bed, forced a smile on his face.
"This is the chicken soup that grandma made. I'll give you a bowl." Zhang Meng filled a bowl of soup and carefully fed it into Xiaobao's mouth.
"It smells so good! I didn't know chicken soup tasted this good."
Zhang Meng felt a pang of sadness and fed him another mouthful. "If it tastes good, drink more. I've filled a lot of it here. After finishing this bowl of chicken soup, eat the chicken leg."
Half a bowl of the oily chicken soup soon went into Xiaobao's stomach, and the little guy's mouth was full of oil.
"Hey, I was wondering what smelled so good, it turns out to be chicken soup."
Zhang Xiaohu's wife stood at the door with her son and daughter, staring greedily at the chicken soup on the small table next to them.
Zhang Xiaohu's wife couldn't help swallowing her saliva, secretly cursing Xiaobao, her little nemesis, for actually being able to eat such delicious chicken soup.
"Mom, I want to drink chicken soup and eat chicken too." The little boy next to Zhang Xiaohu's wife shook his mother's arm with a runny nose.
Zhang Xiaohu's wife secretly glanced at Zhang Meng, then cursed in a fake tone, "What are you eating? Do you have the life to eat it, you short-lived ghost?"
The little boy was startled and then burst into tears.
"Do you want to drink more?" At this time, Zhang Meng had finished feeding Xiaobao all the chicken soup in the bowl and was asking.
Xiaobao glanced at the mother and her two children at the door, his face full of anger.
"Why are you so angry? Let them make trouble if they want. You eat your food. I want to see the chicken and chicken soup I brought. If anyone dares to move, I will make him be oppressed by ghosts every day."
Zhang Xiaohu's wife's shoulders shook, and she immediately took her two children away cursing.
Maybe he was very hungry, Xiaobao finished all the greasy chicken soup and chicken that Zhang Meng brought, and was now burping.
"Okay, you take a rest first. I'm going back first. I've already sent someone to notify your parents to come back. If those people outside scold you, just ignore them for now. Let them scold you. Soon, your sister will make them regret treating you like this."
Xiaobao hummed and watched Zhang Meng leave. As soon as she left the yard, Zhang Meng was stopped by Zhang Xiaohu who was guarding the yard.
"Xiao Meng, look, Xiao Bao, I also released it as you said. Now see if you can help uncle look after my mother."
Zhang Xiaohu rubbed his hands together and smiled in a disgusting way.
Zhang Meng glanced at the house where Old Lady Zhang lived and sneered, "Don't worry, it will be time to help your mother check it out soon."
After saying this, Zhang Meng looked at him with disgust, turned around and left the courtyard.
After returning to Zhang's house, Zhang Meng accompanied her grandmother and younger brother to finish the remaining half pot of chicken soup.
"Sister, grandma, it would be great if our family could drink such delicious chicken soup every day. This chicken soup is so delicious, so oily, it makes me feel less hungry."
Little Zhang Tao patted his round belly and smiled happily and contentedly.
Grandma Zhang smiled and said, "How can it be so good? You drink this chicken soup every day. Ordinary people are lucky if they can drink it once a year. Unlike our family, ever since your sister started making money, we can't live without meat every day. I really hope we can live like this forever."
"Grandma, let me tell you, the future will be better than now. People in the future will be tired of eating meat and will only like eating vegetables. Do you believe it?"
Grandma Zhang's face was full of laughter, and she obviously didn't believe what her granddaughter said.
Zhang Meng sighed. She was telling the truth, so why didn’t her grandma believe her?
At this time, the sound of chickens clucking came from the yard.
"Grandma, why do I seem to hear a chicken crowing in our house? Did you hear it?" Zhang Meng thought it was his ears that were irritated, so he immediately asked Grandma Zhang for confirmation.
Grandma Zhang pricked up her ears and listened for a long time. "It's the sound of a chicken, but didn't we kill the hen at home? How could there be a chicken crowing?"
The three of them hurried out and found that there was indeed a chicken in the yard, but it was a pheasant.
"Oh, this is the weasel we caught. It seems I haven't been so kind to it in vain."
When Grandma Zhang saw the pheasant that had been scared away by Huang Qingtian and had become obedient, she was filled with joy.
Zhang Meng glanced at Huang Qingtian who was looking at her in a flattering manner, and immediately looked away.
This guy shouldn't think that he can redeem himself by catching a pheasant. That's wishful thinking.
After lunch, Zhang Meng felt a little sleepy. After talking to Grandma Zhang for a few words, she quickly returned to her room.
Huang Qingtian blinked his weasel eyes a few times when he saw her enter the house, and immediately took advantage of Grandma Zhang's inattention who was focusing on the pheasant, and slipped to the door of the room that Zhang Meng had just entered.
As soon as its claws touched the door, a golden light knocked it several meters away.
After struggling for a while, Huang Qingtian finally managed to get up.
"Little Mengmeng, why are you so stingy? I just ate a lot and provoked a zombie back. It wasn't a big deal, but you actually put a demon-proof talisman on the door. It almost beat me to death."
Huang Qingtian chirped towards the door. Zhang Meng, lying on the bed, smiled secretly and decided not to open the door, lest this guy think that if he did something wrong, he could justify his mistakes by giving him a chicken.
Huang Qingtian called out several times at the door, but seeing no movement from inside, he left dejectedly, dragging his tail on the ground.
Zhang Meng, lying on the bed, listened for a while, and then she didn't know whether she was too sleepy and didn't even know when she fell asleep.
I slept for three hours before I was woken up by shouting outside.
"Sister, sister, are you awake?"
Outside, Xiao Zhang Tao sounded very anxious.
Zhang Meng immediately got up from the bed and opened the door.
"Sister, you're awake! That's great! Quick, quick, go to Xiaobao's house! They're having a fight over there. They say someone's going to die."
As soon as he finished speaking, little Zhang Tao immediately walked outside with his short legs, holding Zhang Meng's hand.
"Walk slowly and don't fall." Zhang Meng carefully reminded from behind.
When the two siblings arrived at Zhang Dahu's house, many villagers who had just returned from work had already gathered outside the door, watching the commotion inside with curious eyes.
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