Even Lao Yetou didn't expect that the dishes would be so rich, and he was equally surprised.
"Haha, this must be the second girl's idea."
"Well, it was sister Xin'er's idea."
"Girl Xin's cooking skills are simply amazing."
"Who wouldn't tell me, this place is too grand."
"We are all our own people, so don't be polite. You should eat and drink when you should."
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Ye Mancang and the other boys had been looking forward to this whole pig feast for a long time. They didn't know how to be polite. They all ate hard. After they had tasted all the dishes, they started to drink.
The others did not hesitate to use the chopsticks in their hands.
Ye Yuanyuan and Wang Jinling ate until their cheeks were bulging, like greedy little squirrels.
"Xin'er, this pig's trotters is delicious."
"Yeah, the pork knuckles are delicious, the ribs are delicious, the braised pork is delicious, they are all delicious!"
"Baby takes action, there is no mortal product, hahaha——"
Both Bai and Wang looked at the three girls chatting and laughing with full smiles, their eyes almost overflowing with love.
Ye Feifeng, who had eaten heartily, suddenly became depressed and lowered her head slightly to prevent others from seeing the emotion in her eyes.
No one noticed her strange behavior, they all drank and ate meat happily, even the women were not left behind, they drank sweet rice wine.
After two glasses of wine, the atmosphere became even more lively, not to mention the liveliness.
Even the backyard was quite lively. Mrs. Cao looked at Dabai, Daha, and Erha eating happily. She was in a good mood. She even asked Dabai from time to time if he had eaten enough. She didn't stop feeding him until Dabai clearly shook his head no.
After the three dogs were well fed, Mrs. Cao ate by herself. There were all kinds of dishes, and the portions were quite large, filling her up until she was full.
In short, everyone was very satisfied and happy, and they played lively for half the night before ending.
Late at night in midsummer, the courtyard of Lao Ye's house was quiet, with a warm breeze and lanterns swaying~
When everyone fell asleep, Lao Yetou went to the utility room in the vegetable garden alone.
It was because Lao Qian had been locked up for a long time, and things kept happening at home, and so many people came to his door, that he attracted the attention of the villagers.
Although this matter is embarrassing, it doesn't bother others at all, so there is no need to care.
But Mr. Ye thought about it a lot and decided to let him go first.
You can't lock people up until they die, otherwise they will really get caught.
For the sake of his eldest grandson's future, he can't be rumored to have tortured and killed his wife. Besides, the daughter's accident happened not long ago, and the stupid old woman has to live well. Nothing will happen for a while.
However, before letting him go, he had to give her a good beating. After what he said last time, the stupid woman should be afraid no matter what, and she should restrain herself.
Huh, if she was smart, she would have known that from now on she would have to keep her tail between her legs and eat quietly until death.
If you are still restless...
Old Ye had an old face with a cold expression on his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and snorted heavily.
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Early the next morning, He Xiner was shocked when she saw Lao Qian in the upper room. The old lady was so thin that she was almost skin and bones. Her cheeks were sunken, her eye sockets were sunken, and her eyes were cloudy and gray.
It fluttered and lost its former luster.
His skin was sallow, his hair was sparse, and his hands were as skinny as chicken claws.
She was just thin, but the most uncomfortable thing was her eyes. Her gray eyes stared at people with a sinister look, just like a ghost, which made people's scalp numb.
He Xiner had a gut feeling that something was wrong with her.
According to the old lady's temperament, even if she is imprisoned, she will not be depressed.
In the past, she was like a weakling who could only be beaten to death, but she was very energetic.
Now she is like a lifeless skeleton.
Well, a skeleton wrapped in a layer of dry skin, a walking soulless ghost.