Xu Jinfeng was stared at inexplicably, she was not wrong, how can she still receive gifts for the second marriage, there is no such rule, otherwise everyone will not work, today and tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and then again, and then again, and after seven or eight marriages, they will all get rich.

"Mom, you can't eat the meat in the throat, Xiao Nan said that eating it is not good for people."

Xu Jinfeng also entered the kitchen, and when she saw that her mother-in-law hadn't cleaned the edges of the chicken feet, she persuaded her.

"It's all meat, what's wrong? Xiao Nan is a little girl who knows a fart, and she will definitely eat it when it is cooked. ”

Zhang Manyue didn't listen at all, she had eaten all her life, and she hadn't been poisoned, her granddaughter just said this because she thought that there was little meat here, and this girl was more picky than the emperor.

"Xiao Nan understands a lot, she can memorize a lot of Tang poems, mom, what do you memorize, you don't even know which goose goose goose is written." Xu Jinfeng was not convinced, her daughter was the best, and her mother-in-law couldn't say that her daughter was bad.

Zhang Manyue was still a little weak-hearted, but as soon as he heard the goose goose goose, his waist immediately straightened, the kitchen knife chopped on the cutting board, his hands crossed his waist, and he roared angrily: "I don't know?" Goose goose goose is written by the sixth child, your sixth uncle can't work, and he writes poems very well! ”

This thunderous sound was heard by the people sitting in the living room, and Principal Shou just took a sip of tea, and squirted out with a bewildered expression.

Is his memory skewed?

Maybe what people are talking about is not what he thinks he thinks.

"Mom, which goose are you talking about? Isn't it the goose that peeled off the waves of anthurium? This is written by a person named Wang, why is it related to the sixth uncle, and the sixth uncle will only write crooked poems to the widow. ”

Xu Jinfeng muttered at a volume that everyone could hear, Tang Shaozheng outside couldn't sit still, coughed heavily, and reminded the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the kitchen to pay attention to their words and deeds.

And how could this goose goose goose get involved with him, although he is talented, but he is not to the extent of writing poems that have been passed down through the ages, and his third sister-in-law looks down on him too much.

Zhang Manyue in the kitchen also shouted: "I don't know which goose, it was your father who said it, the goose goose goose goose was written by your sixth uncle, you quickly lit the fire and steamed this chicken." ”

Although Zhang Manyue said that her granddaughter knew a fart, when she chopped the chicken, she still cleaned up the meat on the chicken's neck, chopped a large pot of Kakadi, and put it in the pot to steam.

Tang Shaozheng outside the house stared at his third brother in amazement, and said angrily: "Third brother, what are you talking nonsense with your third sister-in-law, I wrote this poem, I don't have the ability." ”

"It's not what you said, I played chess two years ago, I said it was written by Li Bai, you said it was written by you, why did I say nonsense." Tang Baishan was not happy.

"Nonsense, when did I say that......"

Tang Shaozheng's voice stopped abruptly, and he patted his head in annoyance, he remembered, but it was casually talked about when he was impatient, his stupid third brother actually took it seriously, and today the foreign appearance is exhausted.

"Principal Shou, I was joking with my third brother."

Tang Shaozheng hurriedly explained, Principal Shou laughed so much that tears came out, this family is really interesting.

Tang Baishan next to him persistently asked, "Sixth, which one wrote it instead of you?" ”

"King Luo Bing!" Tang Shaozheng said patiently.

"Which one is King Luo Bing? What does it have to do with Li Bai? ”

"The relationship between the eight poles and the eight poles can't be beaten."

Tang Shaozheng was about to die of annoyance, his third brother knew a Li Bai, and he couldn't wait to put the three hundred capitals of Tang poems on Li Bai's head, but his third brother would only snort a song of goose goose goose and hoe at noon.