He knew the virtues of that girl in his family, and it was very good to have a man to ask for it. So at this moment, he shouldn't be too picky about others.

  Father Han went out and shouted to the fifth of the Han family, "Old fifth, come over to eat chicken soup at noon today."

   The fifth brother of the Han family put down the burden and came to Father Han. I really wanted to say that he didn't eat it, but before I could say it, I heard Mrs. Han's cursing.

"It's just a pot of chicken soup, and I have to serve it to the guests. I don't know if it's enough for one more person! What if the guests eat less? It's not that this old man has nothing to eat, old man, you are wrong. Why do you want to call him over for chicken soup?"

   Father Han glared at Mrs. Han.

  The fifth one went over here on purpose today to help him get the rice from the two acres of paddy fields in his hands. There is something so delicious under the chicken soup at the moment, what's wrong with calling the old fifth to come and eat it?

The fifth member of the Han family blushed, and waved his hand quickly, "Father, I don't need to eat, Mei Erniang has already cooked, so I can go back and eat. Since there are guests at home, the food is naturally reserved for the guests to eat. , you can't let the guests not eat well!"

   Father Han sighed, nodded, and said, "Okay, that's it, when there's no one left, I'll call you over again."

   "Alas~" The fifth elder of the Han family responded.

The aroma of    chicken soup was so strong that it floated directly into the house of the second son of the Han family.

   "Mother, it's so fragrant! There is chicken soup!" Han Yingjie sniffed.

   "Yes, there is chicken soup! Your mother just shouted that you should eat chicken soup under it!"

   Liu Shi was also drooling.

  Alas, their family has been living a tight life these days, and finally sold an acre of land for some money. As a result, the price of things has risen so much that they can't buy anything with their little money.

   "Mother, I want to eat too!" Han Yingjie shouted.

   "Yingjie, my mother can't afford it. It's useless for you to tell my mother. You go to your milk and let your milk serve you a bowl."

   "O..." Han Yingjie nodded.

  Han Yingjie got up from the bed and frantically went to find something for Mrs. Han to eat.

  Han Yingjie ran to Mrs. Han's kitchen, "Milk~" Han Yingjie shouted sweetly, and then stared straight into the pot.

   Seeing Han Yingjie's greedy look, Han Caiying got angry.

   Mrs. Han originally wanted to say that when the chicken soup was ready, he would give Han Yingjie a small bowl of chicken soup to drink.

   Before Mrs. Han said it, Han Caiying said in advance, "Mother, don't feed this delicious ghost!"

"Forehead……"

   Mrs. Han looked at Han Yingjie and Han Caiying again.

  Han Yingjie looked at Han Caiying angrily after hearing what Han Caiying said.

   Han Caiying taught a lesson, "It's delicious, what are you looking at, I just won't give you food!"

  Han Yingjie glanced, and looked aggrievedly at Mrs. Han.

"Milk……"

   Mrs. Han's heart softened, and she said to Han Caiying, "Yingzi, can I just give Yingjie a small bowl?"

   "Mother, this chicken was brought to me by Changgui, if I say no, I can't do it!"

   Mrs. Han sighed, "Okay okay!"

   touched Han Yingjie's head and said, "Yingjie, your sister-in-law won't give you food, and there's nothing you can do with milk. This chicken was given to your sister-in-law, not milk!"

  Han Yingjie rubbed his eyes and began to cry when he heard what Mrs. Han meant.