Zhang Peng's words attracted the whole family, and even Zhang Daniu couldn't help but ask, "What can we do?"

Hearing this, Zhang Peng proudly expressed his thoughts.

After hearing this, the whole family looked at Zhang Danian with joy on their faces, waiting for him to speak.

"Well, Zhang Peng's method is wrong. I told you a long time ago that when you encounter something, you must use your brain to think more and see if there is a better solution before deciding what to do next.

Look, if you could have come up with such a good idea earlier, we would have to take this beating for nothing and lose face like this."

While everyone was excited, Zhang Shuai became a little worried.

"What if she agrees?"

Zhang Wei replied unhappily, "Then find a way to get her to agree! Are you still naive enough to want to impress her with your true feelings?

To tell you the truth, I did use some tricks, do you think Li Xiaoling would agree to marry me? A man should be ruthless when he needs to be, only then can you get what you want."

"Fourth brother, if you know anything, ask your third brother for advice. Let's get this done as soon as possible, and then you won't have to live in the same room with me and your mother anymore."

Zhang Shuai nodded, secretly determined in his heart.

The next day, when Zhang Ting got up to cook breakfast for Xiaobao, there was a knock on the door.

Zhang Ting thought it was Aunt Zhang from the next door who wanted to talk to her about something, so she opened the door without thinking.

I saw Zhang Shuai standing outside the door with a small cloth bag in his hand.

When Zhang Ting saw it was him, she quickly went to close the door, but Zhang Shuai stepped forward and blocked her way.

"Zhang Ting, don't turn it off yet. I know you are still angry with my family. I went home yesterday and thought about it all night. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that we were wrong.

I wasn’t there when my grandfather passed away, so I don’t know whether he said he would leave the house to you or not…”

When Zhang Ting heard what he said, her face immediately darkened.

He came over so early in the morning and actually argued with her about the house. Were the guarantee and declaration signed yesterday in vain?

She was too lazy to talk to him, so she slammed the door shut and tried to squeeze him out.

But Zhang Shuai was too strong. No matter how hard she tried, he just stood there and kept moving.

"Zhang Ting, don't be anxious. Listen to me. It was your parents who took care of grandpa until his death. Our family has done enough to take care of the elderly. So I think this house should be yours, whether grandpa said it was for you or not. You deserve it."

Hearing Zhang Shuai finally speaking in a human way, Zhang Ting's anger subsided a little.

"I'm here to apologize to you on behalf of my family. Sorry, Zhang Ting, we were wrong. We will never compete with you for this house again. You and Xiaobao can live here without any worries..."

"Are you done? If you are, leave now. I'm waiting for dinner."

Zhang Ting didn't appreciate his kindness at all. Her heart had long been chilled by their family.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shuai smiled and handed the two small cloth bags in his hand to Zhang Ting.

"Here, this is a steamed bun my mom made early in the morning. Although there is no meat in it, it has some oil residue inside, so it is very fragrant. She asked me to bring two over, one for you and Xiaobao..."

"I don't want to, I can cook it myself if I want to eat, okay, you don't want to delay my cooking here, get out of the way."

Seeing that he was still standing there motionless, Zhang Ting reached out to push him, but accidentally knocked the cloth bag in his hand to the ground.

Bao rolled out. The front door of Zhang Ting's house was a little sloping, so Bao just rolled along.

Zhang Shuai was so angry that he wanted to slap Zhang Ting twice if he could, but thinking about the plan, he had to hold it in.

Just as he turned around to pick up his bag, Zhang Ting slammed the door shut and quickly inserted the bolt.

Zhang Shuai held the two bags covered in mud and gnashed them with his teeth.

You bastard, just wait for me, you are toasting me and drinking the wine for punishment, right? When I succeed, it will be a hard time for you, a little bastard.

Zhang Ting spent the whole day at home making paper boxes. When Xiaobao came home from school in the evening, she opened the door for him and found that he was holding a half-eaten chicken leg in his hand, with his mouth full of oil.

She was just about to ask Xiaobao where the chicken leg came from when she saw Zhang Shuai suddenly coming over from the side.

Zhang Ting immediately frowned, "Xiaobao, who gave you the chicken drumstick?"

Seeing that his sister looked unhappy, Xiao Bao timidly turned his head to look at Zhang Shuai, and said in a somewhat irrelevant way:

"Sister, Zhang Shuai told me that he would never bully us again. He also told me who would bully us in the future and told me to tell him and he would protect us."

"I asked you where the chicken legs came from, why are you telling me all this?" Zhang Ting's voice became more severe.

"Don't make it hard on Xiaobao, I gave it to him."

After Zhang Shuai finished speaking, he waved the oil paper bag in his hand towards Zhang Ting.

"I went to the county seat today, and a friend invited me to dinner at a state-owned hotel. The roast chicken there tasted delicious, so I bought one and brought it back for you, Xiaobao, to try."

After Zhang Shuai finished speaking, he stuffed the oil paper bag into Xiaobao's arms.

"Xiaobao, take it. You two can eat together."

Zhang Shuai turned around and left after he finished speaking. Zhang Ting snatched the chicken leg and the oil paper package from Xiaobao's hand.

Then he raised his hand and threw it out.

After that, she pulled Xiaobao into the door and bolted it shut with a bang.

Zhang Shuai was so angry that he clenched his fists and waved them violently in the air.

You bastards, wait until the house is in my hands, and I will kill you.

Zhang Ting pulled Xiaobao all the way to the main hall, then pointed at her parents' spirit tablets on the wall and yelled at Xiaobao.

"Kneel down for your parents."

Xiaobao was frightened, and hurriedly knelt down in front of his parents' tablet.

"Xiaobao, are you sure?"

After all, Zhang Xiaobao was already seven years old, and his sister was so angry that she snatched the roast chicken that Zhang Shuai gave her and threw it away.

So I knew his sister might be angry because he ate Zhang Shuai's chicken drumstick.

"Sister, I know I'm wrong." Xiao Bao replied with red eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I should have eaten the chicken drumstick that Mr. Zhang gave me."

"You can eat the chicken drumsticks he gives you. You can eat anything he gives you, including his whole family. You can eat anything anyone gives you. Can you remember that?"

"Remember it." Xiaobao nodded vigorously, tears coming out of his eyes.

Zhang Ting felt a little distressed, but she still hardened her heart and continued to educate him.

"Do you know why I let you eat his food?"

The little treasure nodded.

"Then tell me about it."

This made Xiaobao feel a little embarrassed. Although he could understand it a little, when he was asked to say it out loud, he knew a little about how to say it.

"Because he is a good person, including his whole family. Think about how his family treated us before. A bad person who always bullied us suddenly treats us well. Do you think this is a bit too strange?"

After Zhang Ting's analysis, Xiao Bao stared with a pair of sparkling eyes, as if he suddenly understood something.

"Sister, I know. Zhang Shuai is a weasel who is paying New Year's greetings to a chicken. He has no good intentions."