"Isn't there something else in the bowl?" Chen Dachuan rolled his eyes and didn't take it to heart at all.

"You..." Chen Xiaochuan was not convinced, took the spoon and took two big spoonfuls.

He also knew how to protect his sister Chen Juaner and gave her a spoonful.

When Chen Dachuan saw him scooping up two spoons, he felt that he had lost money again and shouted, "How could you scoop so much?"

"Why can't I scoop out? Juan'er and I are two people. Each of us has one scoop, so of course we have to scoop out two scoops." Chen Xiaochuan was very proud and felt that he had earned something.

Anyway, his mother said that the person who earns the most money in the family is his father, and he cannot give away such food, clothing, and use to outsiders. He must be able to "fight" for it.

"Hmph!" Chen Dachuan was so angry that he took a spoon and scooped two spoonfuls for his parents - now our family has three spoons, so it must be earned, right?

Without saying anything, Chen Xiaochuan followed suit and scooped a spoonful for each of his parents.

Although it was served in a big bowl, Ye Yuran put it in a fist-sized bamboo jar. How much could there be?

The adults had already picked up a little bit (they didn't pick out much to show their modesty), but if they continued to use spoons like this, it would be all bottomed out in the blink of an eye.

Chen Ling's face was livid, and he slapped the table with a "pop" sound: "What does it look like? Do you want to eat? If you don't want to eat, go back to the house -"

In an instant, Chen Dachuan and Chen Xiaochuan, who were arguing, fell silent.

Ye Yuran and Zhu San were a little embarrassed at the dinner table: The pickles as the culprit were brought by their own family, should they persuade them?

The only one who is not affected is probably Zhu Qi.

For him, as long as his mother and husband are not angry, there is nothing to worry about.

And he didn't quite understand that although their pickles were particularly delicious, the Chen family's craftsmanship wasn't so bad?

What are those two boys from the Chen family fighting for?

In fact, the reason is very simple - the pickles contain dried tofu and are poured with broth, so they taste a bit like meat.

Uncle Chen really wasn't lying when he said that the conditions in Chen Ling's family were not good. This kind of meat is not something that can be eaten every day.

Putting three slices of meat in the noodles like this afternoon is already the limit for the Chen family.

But the pickles that Ye Yuran brought were full of small pieces of "dried meat", and they tasted so good. As children, how could Chen Dachuan and Chen Xiaochuan resist such temptation?

In front of Chen Ling, Aunt Chen, the eldest daughter-in-law Chen, and the second daughter-in-law Chen naturally stood up and "trained" their children in front of everyone, and the matter was over.

The difference with Chen Xiaochuan's daughter-in-law is that after she comes back, Chen Xiaochuan's second daughter-in-law will privately praise Chen Xiaochuan for doing a good job, so that everyone can eat "meat", and they can do the same thing next time.

Chen Dachuan, who did not receive "comfort", only felt sad. He kindly grabbed "meat" for his parents, but his mother not only did not praise him, but also scolded him?

"Dachuan, did you hear that? You can't do this next time."

"I heard it!" Chen Dachuan responded angrily, still feeling angry in his heart.

Mrs. Chen wanted to reason with her son, but after a few words, the boy ran away.

She was also very angry, and couldn't help standing up to Chen Dashan and complaining: "Look at what your son has been taught by your mother? He can't even say a few words to me."

"My mother taught you what? Didn't you teach it yourself?" Chen Dashan rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, there is something wrong with my son. Don't blame my mother. Make it seem like he was born by my mother.

Similar."

"If you don't blame your mother, who should blame you? What kind of mother-in-law would secretly withhold other people's return gifts?" Mrs. Chen said unhappily, "I don't know who those things ended up in. If it fell into you and you

Forget it, I won’t say anything about my son’s belly, just because I’m afraid it will fall into the hands of someone with a foreign surname..."

This was not the first time that Chen Dashan heard his wife complain, so he was too lazy to pay attention to her and washed his own feet.

After it was done, he reminded Mrs. Chen to pour some water.

Mrs. Chen came back after pouring the water. As if nothing had happened, she came close to him and whispered: "Hey, Dashan, do you think this scholar's family is very rich? Have you tasted that jar?"

There are a lot of diced pork in the pickles... I counted them, and half of my spoonful was filled with diced pork."

"Isn't it bad for people to have money? If you have money, your rent will be guaranteed, and you will also have money to buy meat."

Mrs. Chen gave him a disgusted look and said, "You only know how to buy meat, can't you think further?"

"Weren't you just blaming my mother for the meat thing?"

"you……"

…

The couple were chatting at night here, while Zhu San on the other side also used the newly purchased stove to boil hot water and wash Ye Yuran's feet.

Suddenly, Ye Yuran felt a little uncomfortable having such an old son washing her feet: "No, I'll do it myself..."

"Mom, don't move, I'll do it." Zhu San had a tough attitude and insisted on washing.

In the end, Ye Yuran had no choice but to let him wash it.

It felt really strange to have such a big young man squatting in front of me and washing his feet seriously.

Next to him, squatting was Zhu Qi, who was also curious and couldn't help but want to intervene.

Ye Yuran raised her eyes and looked at him: "Forget it, your third brother is here. Go and see if your bed is okay."

"Mom, third brother has finished laying the paving." Zhu Qi sat on the small bench, holding his chin and not wanting to move his buttocks.

Ye Yuran was helpless: Sometimes, having a bunch of filial sons is not necessarily a comfortable thing!

"Mom, tell me, what's going on with the Chen family? It's just a bowl of pickles, how did you grab it like that?" Zhu San said while rubbing Ye Yuran's feet, "It's like I haven't eaten in a few lifetimes.

It looks like meat. The noodles delivered this afternoon still had meat in them."

"Did you notice it too?" Ye Yuran raised his eyebrows, "Have you never thought that maybe our pickles are more delicious?"

"Isn't that true? No matter how delicious our pickles are, they are not as delicious as this. If you don't believe it, ask Lao Qi. I see him eating the food cooked by Chen's family and he is very happy." After that, Zhu San also said

Turned around to look at Zhu Qi.

Zhu Qi nodded: "I think the Chen family's craftsmanship is pretty good, the green vegetables are quite tender, and that plate..."

At the end of the story, he also sighed, saying that everything in Chen's family is good, but this "meat" is not as delicious as theirs.

"I didn't eat much. All I ate were vegetarian dishes."

"But I found that their family seems to like eating meat. They have picked out all the meat before they even eat it."

…

"Lao Qi didn't say it, I haven't noticed it yet," Zhu San said doubtfully, "It seems like this. There seems to be meat in their dishes, but...it seems to disappear relatively quickly."

It’s not surprising that he likes to eat meat. People in his family also like to eat meat.

When Ye Yuran was cooking, who wouldn't grab it?

only……
Chapter completed!