Zhang Wenfeng walked a few times at night before feeding her the beef heart soup, even if she lay down, she was babbling in a daze, and she didn't sleep well all night.

Hearing the rooster crowing, Cheng Qian rubbed his temples, got up and got dressed, looked at his wife and children who were sleeping soundly, and got up to make breakfast for them.

"Cheng Qian, how is your daughter-in-law?"

When the village chief heard about this, he didn't even eat in the morning, so he waited at the door to ask about the situation.

"It's okay, village chief, when did you come?"

Cheng Qian went out and watched the village chief squatting on the stone at the door outside the gate of his house, and there were seven or eight cigarette butts on the ground.

"It didn't take long, didn't I hear that I was frightened, I didn't feel at ease when I thought about it, so I came over to take a look, you are afraid that you can't work alone, by the way, what kind of help is there to squeak, don't take me as a cadre as a village chief, I'm still your brother."

He took the last puff of his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, looked at Cheng Qian and said with a smile.

Cheng Qianhan sighed with a smile, touched his head and was happy.

"Yo, this isn't the village chief?"

Chen Lianhua, who came out to hug Chai He, saw the village chief, took a bundle of Chai He with his arm and walked over to this side.

"What is the village chief doing here this morning, to help Cheng Qian cook?"

Chen Lianhua is kind-hearted, but she is also famous for her fast mouth and love to joke.

The village chief got up, patted the cigarette ash on his body, waved his hand, and told her to do what she should do.

Chen Lianhua pursed her lips, and just as she was about to say something, she was picked up by Cheng Qian, for fear that she would cause trouble, so she quickly explained: "Ah, that's the case, the village chief is afraid that I can't work alone, let's see if there is anyone who can help?" ”

"That's the case, the village chief is really a bodhisattva, a good cadre of the country, and knows how to do things for you." Chen Lianhua's tall hat was taller than the other, and Cheng Qian was smiling next to him, and the village chief was indeed uncomfortable.

"Oh, okay, okay, let's cook your food, yours everywhere."

The village chief looked at Chen Lianhua with a reluctant face, and said very politely.

"By the way, Cheng Qian, didn't Elder Zhang say yesterday that your daughter-in-law and your son have to drink pig heart soup, you take care of two people and don't have time to go to the market, the village chief has time, right, the village chief?"

Chen Lianhua turned around and was about to leave, when she suddenly remembered this incident, stopped and turned to look at the two of them and said.

"No, no, when I eat, I'll ...... myself"

"Okay, don't go, take good care of the two of them at home, I'll do the pig's heart, and you Chen Lianhua, live in the east and west courtyards, don't patronize and play tricks, real knives and guns to help and foil."

After speaking, the village chief looked at Cheng Qian, his eyes were complicated, and he walked back with his hands behind his back.

"Oh, sister-in-law, what are you doing here, you see that the village chief is angry."

Cheng Qian watched the village chief walk away, looked at Chen Lianhua and sighed, and said with a worried face.

"It's okay, I just want to see if he's really here to help, you hurry up and pick up the ashes, I'm going to cook."

Chen Lianhua looked at the broken dustpan in Cheng Qian's hand and said a word, turned her head and hugged Chai He and entered the courtyard.

"This tiger girl, really."

Cheng Qian whispered, knocked the broken dustpan against the wall a few times, and turned into the yard.

After living for more than 30 years, the number of times he went to the kitchen can be counted on one hand, he used to have parents, and later married a daughter-in-law.

Zhang Wenfeng is a person who doesn't like men to go into the kitchen, every time he says to come to help, he is thrown out, to the maximum, sitting on the edge of the stove and adding firewood, this is really cooking by himself, and I really don't know where to start.

Cheng Qian took the water scoop, looked at the messy kitchen, scratched his head and sighed.