Chen Dingguo's sadness turned into joy, and he laughed heartily, "Then I, an old man, am waiting to benefit from your help!"
Jiang Shiyue didn't take this as a polite remark at all, "Just wait!"
Chen Shanhe paused and glanced sideways at Jiang Shiyue.
Three years, no, four years ago, he could accept Jiang Shiyue framing him, but he could not marry Jiang Shiyue without doing background checks.
The investigation results show that Jiang Shiyue is from the south.
How can it be Beijing accent?
However, this was not the only abnormality in Jiang Shiyue, so Chen Shanhe was somewhat accustomed to it. He just kept it in mind and said nothing.
Chen Jiadong angrily reached out to pick up the chicken leg in the basin.
He used to be the center of the family, and everyone revolved around him.
Today my uncle brought home a vixen and beat him up.
His grandmother, who had always stood by him unconditionally, said nothing, and his father, who had always been cowardly, said even less.
But why does the paralyzed grandfather who is always strict with him also like this vixen?
He was so angry!
I need to eat two big chicken legs to replenish my energy.
Bang!
Chen Jiadong cried out, "Ouch!" and retracted the back of his hand that was hurt by the chopsticks. He glared at Jiang Shiyue and said, "Fox spirit, what on earth do you want to do?"
Without waiting for Jiang Shiyue to speak, she turned to Chen Shanhe and complained, "Uncle, you should see clearly, it wasn't me who provoked her this time! She hit me for no reason."
"I beat you for no reason?" Jiang Shiyue tapped the edge of the bowl of chicken soup with her chopsticks. "I don't know why I was beaten, but that proves it wasn't enough. A skinny hen weighs only two pounds, and the chicken leg you tried to grab is bigger than your face. How could you eat it with so many elders watching you? You're so selfish and disrespectful to your elders. Who else should I beat if not you? A young tree won't grow straight if it's not pruned, and a child won't become a useful person if he's not beaten."
Cooking soup in the north is different from that in the south.
It is said to be stewed chicken, but the chicken must be fried with seasonings first, and then water is added. It is like a combination of fried chicken and braised chicken. The meat is salty and fragrant, and the soup is also drinkable.
Generally, when stir-frying chicken, you should chop the chicken into small pieces first.
The chicken leg that Chen Jiadong was about to pick up just now was the best piece of meat, including the drumstick, thigh and chicken breast.
In those days, supplies were scarce and chickens were raised in the wild, relying entirely on wild vegetables and insects. Like the people of that era, they were all rather thin.
If you chop off two chicken legs, most of the chicken is gone, and the rest can only be considered chicken bones.
"I've been eating like this since I was a child! This big chicken leg originally belonged to me!" Chen Jiadong retorted righteously. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He simply thought Jiang Shiyue was looking for trouble.
Chen Shanhe lowered his head.
Chen Shanlin opened his mouth and closed it again.
The Chen family has not been rich in recent years and can hardly eat chicken once a year.
This is how they always chop the chicken legs, one for each of Chen Jiadong's siblings.
Later, when Chen Jiayan grew up and got married, the two chicken legs became Chen Jiadong's. If he couldn't finish them in one meal, she would save them for the next meal.
As he said, it has been like this since he was a child.
Everyone in the Chen family is used to it.
Even Chen Dingguo was stunned. He looked at Jiang Shiyue, not quite understanding what went wrong.
Wu Xiu'e quickly picked up another chicken leg and put it in Yangyang's bowl. "This is for Yangyang. I saved it specially."
Seeing that all the members of the Chen family were like this, Jiang Shiyue shook her head and could only say that there must be something hateful about every pitiful person.
Fortunately, Chen Shanhe joined the army early and received a good education.
She raised her hand and pointed at the giant chicken drumstick in the bowl, looked at Chen Shanhe and said, "Cut these two chicken drumsticks into pieces for me."
Seeing that everyone was looking at her, she smiled in a particularly pretentious manner and said coquettishly in a pinched voice, "I'm not easy to bite."
The entire Chen family was petrified.
Chen Shanhe was silent for three seconds, stood up, picked up Yangyang's bowl, and put another big chicken leg into Yangyang's bowl, then walked to the chopping board.
Wu Xiu'e had become more familiar with Jiang Shiyue recently and was no longer afraid of her. She whispered, "Yueyue, I know your wound hurts. The stewed chicken is for your nourishment. But Yangyang is still young and growing."
The implication was, "You eat one chicken leg and leave one for Yangyang."
Jiang Shiyue smiled and said, "Auntie, I don't know how you raised Big Brother and Chen Shanhe. But Chen Jiadong must have been spoiled by you all. Let me ask you, you all sacrificed yourselves to accommodate him in terms of food, clothing, and other necessities. How is his character now? Is he filial? Is he hardworking? Is he popular with people outside? Is it just because your family is poor that you can't say he's your relative at such an old age?"
Wu Xiu'e was stunned by the question and looked at Chen Dingguo.
Chen Dingguo closed his eyes and sighed.
As Chen Jiadong's biological father, Chen Shanlin certainly knows his son very well.
But before today, I always blamed Zhao Caifeng for Chen Jiadong's recklessness.
He often said, "A loving mother often spoils her child."
Chen Shanhe moved quickly, and when he came back, the two big chicken legs had become a bowl full of small pieces of chicken meat.
He placed the bowl in front of Jiang Shiyue.
Jiang Shiyue: “…”
He glared at Chen Shanhe resentfully. What a lack of tacit understanding!
She lectured the Chen family and ate all the food herself?!
I just said that to deliberately anger Chen Jiadong.
wood!
Jiang Shiyue pushed the bowl in front of Yangyang, "Yangyang, do you remember what I taught you?"
Yangyang tilted his head and thought for a moment, then jumped off the bench.
He first carried the bowl to Chen Dingguo and stood on tiptoe, because he was too short to reach it.
Yangyang was small and didn't know how to use chopsticks or a spoon. He scooped up a piece of chicken thigh and shakily put it into Chen Dingguo's bowl.
Then comes the second piece.
He didn't like to talk. He nodded at Chen Dingguo, then moved to Wu Xiu'e and repeated the same action.
Chen Dingguo looked at the two pieces of chicken thighs in the bowl, shouted "good" twice, and choked up.
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