Mr. Zhao felt a little distressed when he saw Xiaohu's eagerly looking eyes.

   She herself has children. When the family was poor, several children watched others eat. I can't eat it myself. But parents are powerless. Who is not distressed for their children and wants to give them the best food, but conditions do not allow it.

   Mr. Zhao put the meatballs in his bowl to Xiaohu, and said gently, "Xiaohu, eat it quickly!"

   Xiaohu didn't dare to use his chopsticks. Although he wanted to eat, he still looked up at Chun Erniang and asked for Chun Erniang's opinion.

   Chun Erniang said to the Zhao family: "Sister-in-law, how can you give something to Xiaohu?"

   Meatballs are a good thing in the countryside. Others are scrambling to eat them. I didn’t expect Zhao’s to come out.

   "It's okay, I've tried one, but Xiaohu hasn't eaten one. The child is greedy, let him have a taste!" Zhao said with a smile.

   Chun Erniang didn't delay any longer, she was a little moved, and smiled and nodded to Zhao Shi.

   "Little tiger, eat quickly!" Chun Erniang said to Xiaohu.

   With the permission of his mother, Xiaohu swallowed the meatballs into his mouth.

   "Mother, it's delicious!" Xiaohu smiled contentedly. The smile on his face is pure.

   Looking at Xiaohu's smile, Zhao's heart is also warm, as if looking at his own child.

  Han Caiying took a bite of the meatballs, and ate the meatballs in three or two strokes.

   still had some aftertastes. I didn’t eat enough, so I just held the bowl and drank most of the broth.

   The other women on the table looked at Han Caiying with contempt.

  I didn't know before, but now I realize how much food the old Han family can eat, who clearly came out of the pavilion and didn't know when she came back.

   Han Chaeyoung doesn't look fat, and it's really scary to eat.

  The most important thing is that I don’t understand a little bit of etiquette.

  As the host of the old Han family, how could it be said that it was very inappropriate for the daughter of his own family to serve the table, and they all paid for it. Eat what you want, the good things on this table were basically robbed by her alone! Others can't even eat it.

  Qian whispered into Zhao's ear, "When did your aunt come back?"

   "It's been some days!"

   "I don't understand the rules too much, right? When I look back, I will definitely be told to die by the villagers!"

   "Hey~~" Mr. Zhao sighed. She couldn't even remind her of her sister-in-law.

   After all, she is a family, and she doesn't want her sister-in-law to be talked about by others in the village.

   "The roast chicken is here!"

   Another good dish came up.

  Country people don’t have much money. When making roast chicken, there is only a small plate of chicken on a table, about half a chicken.

   The other half will only be served with stewed soup.

  The meat of the roast chicken tastes more delicious. So as soon as I came up, the table was looted again.

  It's better for men to be at the table, be more reserved, drink together, and don't rush to eat. The women's table is completely warlike.

   If you are fast, you can grab it, and if you are slow, you can't get a piece.

   Zhao didn't want to grab it, but he was afraid that if Chun Erniang couldn't grab it, Xiaohu would not have to eat.

   So he stretched out his chopsticks, grabbed it on the table, and finally grabbed two pieces. Qian's only grabbed one piece, but Han Caiying's bowl had a small half of it!

   The other women on the table felt a little unbalanced. They sent some money and came to have a drink, but a girl from the host's family came over to rush to eat with them. I have never seen anyone like this.

   The daughter-in-law of Li Er's family didn't grab it either, and shouted in displeasure, "I said you still want shame?"