Chapter 390: Chat at the Dinner Table 2

Feng Qingxue agreed immediately, "I have prepared two dried chickens for you and was planning to send them to you. I heard from Sister Cuihua that the meat and fish you and your aunt had been given to your cousin. You don't have to give me the food. You can keep it for you and your aunt! But when you tell your cousin, you must tell her that it was exchanged for food, and so are we. There is no free lunch in the world."

Wang Jiao is already lazy enough. If she continues to get something for nothing, what will she become in the future? She couldn't bear to see Wang Jiao become useless and hateful. After she is out of confinement, she will slowly train her while she is young. It will be too late if she doesn't change.

People can still turn back after middle age, not to mention that Wang Jiao is only one year older than herself.

A true friend would persuade her to return to the right path, rather than letting her go further and further on the wrong path and play a good hand of cards to pieces.

With Wang Jiao's character, she is likely to end up being deserted by everyone.

Anyone's tolerance is limited, and feelings can't withstand consumption, including Zhang Yuejin and his mother.

"How can this be possible..." Wang Zhengguo never thought of taking advantage of his niece.

"Don't be polite to me. In my heart, you are better than my own father. Isn't it right for a daughter to be filial to her own father?" Feng Qingxue really regarded Wang Zhengguo as his father. The original owner's parents valued sons over daughters, but they didn't treat him as well as his uncle and aunt.

Wang Zhengguo's eyes were red all of a sudden.

How could he not be moved? His beloved daughter didn't even think about being filial to him, his father, but his niece who took care of him halfway was devoted to him and his wife, and she never forgot to send them a portion of delicious food.

Wiping his face, he said, "I'll go talk to your father!"

"Okay, uncle, you can eat at our house at noon." In order to prevent Wang Zhengjun from staying and pestering him.

The pork was eaten up in two days. The crucian carp was kept in a bucket to make soup for Xibao to make noodles. The air-dried meat was too dry and hard to stew in time, so Feng Qingxue cut a large piece of boiled bacon and stir-fried it with dried chili peppers. The lean meat was bright red and the fat was transparent. Then she fried an egg with garlic yellow, shredded radish and cabbage strips with vinegar, cooked a pot of brown rice and pumpkin porridge, and steamed a pot of black flour rolls.

"Ah Jiang, didn't you bring a bottle of Moutai back? Open it and pour a cup for dad and uncle later."

Lu Jiang responded, took the little fat boy sitting on his head down and held him in his arms. The grandfather and the grandfather went into the house together, took out the bottle of Moutai they brought and put it on the dining table, and casually told his nephew to invite grandpa and grandma to dinner.

"Will you also invite Grandpa Xu and Grandma Xu?" Lu Tianzhi asked with his face raised, looking at Xibao from time to time.

"Call everyone, let's have a meal together." Lu Jiang touched his head, and Xi Bao immediately refused to obey. She yelled angrily, grabbed his big hand and put it to her mouth and bit it.

The little guy had no teeth, and her soft gums bit Lu Jiang's hand, which was itchy and wet.

"Hey, hey, hey, little guy, Daddy's meat is hard and his skin is rough, don't hurt your soft and tender gums, or your teeth will not grow, like an old woman with a shriveled mouth. Let's go, let's help mom serve dishes and rice!"

When he said the first half, the little fat boy bit his mouth tightly, and when he heard the word "mom", the little fat boy seemed to understand and let go.

Seeing this scene, the children in the room smiled with their lips pursed, Xi Bao was so cute.

"Don't stand there stupidly, go to the kitchen to serve dishes and rice and get chopsticks!" Lu Jiang held the little fat boy and brought a bunch of big and small radishes. He entered the kitchen in a mighty manner and returned to the main room in a mighty manner. When he came back, no one was empty-handed.