Qiao Yu is a sister-in-law, and she and her nieces are watching the meat in the pot changing color little by little, and the aroma penetrates their noses along with the light smoke. The children just finished eating the vegetable paste not long ago, and now their stomachs are growling with hunger.

The little tongue licked outwards, and the youngest Hanako was already drooling.

Mrs. Zhou took her mother's chopsticks and pierced the meat in the pot, pricking a hole: "Well, the meat is rotten. Xiaocheng went to ask grandma to get up and eat the meat!"

Qiao Cheng looked at the pigeon meat in the pot. He couldn't move his eyes or feet, as if it was stuck to the pot. However, he still listened to his mother's words and ran away. He reluctantly went to ask his grandma to get up and eat the meat. The meat was so fragrant.

, I can’t stand the smell of meat. Grandma will definitely not be able to finish it by herself!

Xiao Qing heard her grandson Qiao Cheng asking her to eat meat and sat up. Mrs. Qin was still fanning her. There was not even a small table for eating in the house. Every time Mrs. Zhou brought her food, she would

If it gets into her hand and it burns her, the original owner will pick up the stick at hand and hit it. When it gets cold, he will ask her to do it again. The original owner is really a cruel person.

In addition to her single bowl, there were five bowls in the house. The ten of them only relied on five bowls to eat. After the children finished eating, the adults ate. By the end of the meal, the adults basically ate to wash the pot.

There was a small stone slab next to her pergola bed for her to put the dishes and chopsticks on. After she finished eating, she would put them there, and Mrs. Zhou or Mrs. Qin would take them away and wash them.

The original owner didn't like people from Lao Qiao's family to be next to her, so when the eldest daughter-in-law Zhou didn't want to squeeze into the inner room, she thought of sleeping next to her. But she hated the people from Lao Qiao's family and ignored the worldly gossip.

The eldest daughter-in-law, the second daughter-in-law, and the second son are all crowded into the same room. As long as they feel comfortable, the original owner can do anything.

The corners of Xiao Qing's lips curled up into a bitter smile. How could the original owner of such evil deeds deserve to be alive?

Just as she was thinking about it, Mrs. Zhou brought a bowl full of meat, knelt down and brought it to her.

"Mom, you eat meat!" Mrs. Zhou knelt down and gave the bowl to Xiao Qing's hand.

When Xiao Qing saw her kneeling, he felt uneasy. When the original owner saw them kneeling, would he be able to eat more bowls of rice or grow taller? How much hatred and hate could he do to these people?

She took the bowl and said, "Xiao Chengniang, get up!"

Mrs. Zhou stood up carefully and stepped aside. Maybe she was in her mother's eyes. Once when she was delivering food to her mother, she knelt in the wrong place and almost burned her hands. Her mother was so angry that she scolded her and slapped her.

He touched her twice and asked her to get up and go aside if he thought she was an eyesore.

Xiao Qing was holding a bowl full of meat. The pigeon was so fat that Mrs. Zhou couldn't bear to scrape out the butter in the soup. The oil floated in a layer in the bowl. She was full, so it was a waste to feed her, and this pigeon

It was originally earned for them.

She saw several children at the door scratching the door frame of the thatched house and staring at her bowl greedily. The youngest granddaughter's flower was smashed in her mouth and she swallowed several times.

She turned to look at Mrs. Qin who had been fanning her: "Ms. Yuanyuan, stop fanning me. I'm not hot. Go get three bowls from the thatched shed!"

Mrs. Qin hummed, stopped fanning and went to get a bowl from the hut.

After getting three bowls, Xiao Qing took them and divided the meat into three bowls with chopsticks, trying to divide it as evenly as possible, and then asked Mrs. Zhou to take it to the five children and daughter Qiao Yu at the door.

Zhou shook the bowl in her hand and wondered, what's wrong with my mother? She gave the children the vegetables to eat, and she also gave them the meat. Didn't she set the goal of making money on a few children?

Mom, you haven’t eaten anything?

"Mom, they just had lunch. They are not hungry. You should eat this much meat. This is cooked for you!" Mrs. Zhou said.

Xiao Qing tried his best to keep his tone as straight as possible and did not allow her to ask any more questions: "Just listen to me, little adult, go and give it to the children!"

After dividing, she turned to look at Mrs. Qin: "Ms. Yuanyuan, is there still meat in the pot?"

Qin didn't know what she meant by asking, so she nodded: "Yes... yes!"

Xiao Qing handed her his empty bowl: "Go and fill up a bowl. Remember to leave a bowl in the pot for Er Jing."

Mrs. Qin took the bowl with a complicated look on her face, and looked at Mrs. Zhou. The two of them listened to their mother's words and did as they were confused.

When Mrs. Qin brought another bowl of meat, Xiao Qing took a look and saw that although there was not as much meat as the previous bowl, he could still chew out the meat.

She looked at Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Qin: "This bowl is for you two. You go out together and eat all these bowls of meat!"

With trembling hands, Zhou looked at Mother whose attitude suddenly changed. She couldn't help but ask: "Mother...this?"

Xiao Qing smiled, but because there was a lot of flesh on his face and his eyes were squeezed together, the result was that he was smiling but not smiling. Fortunately, his attitude was not as tough as before, and he was calm: "Eat quickly, wait until the second period comes back to finish the meat."

, you three come to the room, I have something to tell you!"

Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Qin responded, and their two daughters-in-law, five grandchildren, and one daughter went to the yard uneasily carrying bowls.

Xiao Qing looked at his grandchildren, daughters, and daughter-in-law. They were all so thin that their backs were bulging. Especially Zhou and Qiao Cheng, who were too thin. Zhou still had old wounds on her body that would disappear if the strong wind blew them.

These children must be raised well.

Seeing the children carrying four bowls of pigeon meat to eat in the courtyard, she finally smiled with peace of mind. She lay back leisurely on the pergola, put the only piece of meat left in her bowl in her mouth and chewed it. She wanted to hurry up.

Get some rest. There are still many things to do in the afternoon and tomorrow. Waiting for her to walk a few more steps can also put more food in the system.

Several children in the yard devoured the food. They had not seen meat in several years. They hurriedly took another bite before finishing chewing it in their mouths. However, when two people had a bowl, no one would grab it. You would share a piece with me.

Because of that piece of meat, there was less crying and no one felt aggrieved because of who had eaten an extra piece, so Mou gnawed on the fragrant pigeon meat with all his heart.

Seeing how they were eating, Mrs. Zhou reminded them with a smile: "Be careful if there are small bones, they may get stuck, especially the water yuan and huazi. Slow down..."

Several children stuffed their mouths with meat and nodded in response without talking.

My sister-in-law, Qiao Yunuonuo, ate the meat without arguing with Yuanyuan. She let her eat the meaty ones while she ate the ones with bones, chewing the bones and meat silently.

They squatted on the ground and ate, and no one had time to talk.

Just as they were enjoying their meal, a voice came from the thatched hut: "You remember to drink the soup in the pot too!"

When several children and two adults heard this, they immediately stopped nervously and looked at each other, fearing that grandma would take the meat back.

Mrs. Qin hurriedly swallowed the meat in her mouth and replied: "Okay, Mom! Mom, do you want soup? I'll give you a bowl first."

Xiao Qing closed his eyes and rested: "No, I'm not hungry, you can drink!"

After hearing this, the people in the yard breathed a sigh of relief, lowered their heads, tried to keep their voices down, and started eating again.

At this time, Qiao Er came back happily carrying a basket of wild vegetables. He was shirtless and barefoot. He saw that the family members were squatting on the ground, their heads lowered, and no one said anything. He walked over curiously and saw

I saw them holding bowls and eating something. It smelled so good and smelled like meat.
Chapter completed!