Chapter 390: Table Chat 2

Feng Qingxue agreed immediately, "I have prepared two dried chickens for you and was planning to send them to you. I heard from Sister Cuihua that the meat and fish that you and your aunt got were given to your cousin. You don't have to give me the food, you can keep it for you and your aunt! But when you tell your cousin, you must tell her that it was exchanged for food. The same goes for us. There is no free lunch in the world."

Wang Jiao was already lazy enough. If she continued to get something for nothing, what would she become in the future? She couldn't bear to see Wang Jiao become useless and disgusting. She would wait until she was out of confinement and while she was still young, and then slowly teach her a lesson. It would be too late if she didn't change.

People in middle age can still turn back from their mistakes, not to mention that Wang Jiao is only one year older than him.

A true friend would advise her to return to the right path instead of letting her go further and further down the wrong path and ruin a good hand.

If Wang Jiao continues with her personality, she will most likely end up being deserted by everyone.

Everyone's tolerance is limited, and emotions cannot withstand consumption, including Zhang Yuejin and his mother.

"How can this be possible..." Wang Zhengguo never thought of taking advantage of his niece.

"Don't be polite with me. In my heart, you are better than my biological father. Isn't it normal for a daughter to be filial to her biological father?" Feng Qingxue really regarded Wang Zhengguo as her father. The original owner's parents favored boys over girls, but they didn't treat her as well as her uncle and aunt.

Wang Zhengguo's eyes suddenly turned red.

How could he not be moved? His doted-on daughter never thought of being filial to him, but his niece who took care of him halfway was very devoted to him and his wife, and never forgot to send them a portion of delicious food.

Wiping his face, he said, "I'm going to talk to your father!"

"Okay, uncle, you can have lunch at our house." In order to prevent Wang Zhengjun from staying and pestering him.

The pork was eaten up in two days. The crucian carp was kept in a bucket to make soup for Xibao to make noodles. The dried meat was too dry and hard to stew in time, so Feng Qingxue cut a large piece of boiled bacon and stir-fried it with dried chilies. The lean meat was bright red and the fat was transparent. Then she fried an egg with garlic yellow, some shredded radish and cabbage strips with vinegar, cooked a pot of brown rice and pumpkin porridge, and steamed a pot of black flour rolls.

"Ah Jiang, didn't you bring back a bottle of Moutai? Open it and pour some for Dad and Uncle later."

Lu Jiang responded, took the little fat boy who was sitting on his head down and held him in his arms. The father and son went into the house together, took out a bottle of Moutai they brought and put it on the dining table, and casually told his nephew to invite grandpa and grandma to come for dinner.

"Would you like to invite Grandpa and Grandma Xu as well?" Lu Tianzhi asked, looking up at Xi Bao from time to time.

"Call everyone and have a meal together." Lu Jiang touched his head. Xi Bao immediately became dissatisfied and shouted angrily. She grabbed his big hand, put it to her mouth and took a bite.

The little guy had no teeth, and his soft gums bit Lu Jiang's hand, which felt itchy and wet.

"Hey, hey, hey, little one, Daddy's flesh is hard and his skin is rough. Don't hurt your soft and tender gums. It will cause your teeth to stop growing and make you look like an old woman with a shrunken mouth. Come on, let's help mom serve the dishes and rice!"

When it came to the first half, the little fat boy kept holding on, but when he heard the word "mom", he seemed to understand and let go.

Seeing this scene, the children in the room all smiled. Xibao is so cute.

"Don't just stand there stupidly, go to the kitchen, serve the dishes and rice and get the chopsticks!" Lu Jiang carried the little fat boy and a bunch of big and small radishes, and walked into the kitchen in a mighty manner, and returned to the main room in a mighty manner. When they came back, no one was empty-handed.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

(End of this chapter)