Mrs. Han gave Han Caiying a big bowl of chicken. She only ate a few pieces, but drank a lot of chicken soup.

  The taste of this chicken soup is good, delicious and delicious.

  After eating and drinking, Han Caiying hiccupped.

   "Mother, it's delicious!" Han Caiying said with a smile.

   "It's a pity that there are not many chickens at home, otherwise my mother will give you more stewed chicken soup."

   "Hey, my mother still loves me the most!"

   "Yingzi, are you full?"

"I am full!"

   "When I'm full, I'll pack the rest for you, and secretly heat it for you at night!"

"good!"

  Han Caiying held Mrs. Han's face and gave her a kiss.

   "Look at you Yingzi, you are such an adult, you still look like a child!" Mrs. Han said with a smile.

After    finished eating, Mrs. Han released Luo Ya'er.

   Father Han came back from the field. With a sigh, he asked Mrs. Han, "Are there any chickens in our house?"

   Mrs. Han groaned in her heart.

  She and Yingzi secretly ate a chicken, could it be that her old man knew?

   "Why, why are you asking that?" Mrs. Han felt a little nervous.

"I came back from working in the fields and listened to people chatting. The more than 20 chickens in this old man Li's house have been stolen! I don't know which unscrupulous person stole the chickens!" Father Han also scolded a little unhappily. one sentence.

   The most hated thing in the village is the thief, and the things that are hard-earned are stolen by others. It is because of the simple folk customs that everyone puts the chicken coop outside the house, thinking that no one will come to steal it.

   But a chicken was stolen from Father Li's house, a person from the village. People started to panic, and they all checked to see if their chickens were lost today.

   "More than 20 chickens lost?" Mrs. Han opened her mouth. She felt distressed to hear it. Don't talk about Daddy Li.

   "Yeah, I have to go see our chickens."

   Before Mrs. Han could stop her, Father Han was hurried away.

  The chickens in Father Han's house are surrounded by several chicken fences. On weekdays, all the chickens are inside the chicken fences.

   "One, two, three..." Father Han counted.

   I counted it several times, but it’s still not right.

   One less!

  However, there is one less!

  Father Han had a sullen face, "Old lady, one of our chickens has also been stolen. I counted it several times, but there is still one missing!"

   Mrs. Han's heart tightened. This chicken was stolen and eaten by her. But I can't tell Father Han, I can only say, "One of our chickens was also stolen?"

   "Yeah, it's really weird, if you want to talk about stealing chickens. You shouldn't just steal one, right?"

  Father Han couldn't figure it out the more he thought about it.

   Mrs. Han was sweating in her heart, afraid of being discovered by Mr. Han. If Father Han found out that she stole a chicken, he wouldn't know how to scold her.

   Father Han's words happened to be heard by Mrs. Liu. Mrs Liu came over and said to Father Han, "Dad, did you remember wrong, didn't you eat chicken all the time today?"

   Thinking about the taste of the chicken soup, the saliva in Liu's mouth flowed again.

   Mrs. Han glared at Liu Shi, why is this second daughter-in-law so talkative.

   "When did we eat chicken today?"

   "Isn't it? I can clearly smell chicken soup today!" Mrs Liu scratched her head, there was no reason. Her nose is so good, how could she smell it wrong.

   "Chicken soup flavor?"

   "Yes, my mother was in the kitchen at that time!"