Seeing that Zhang Wenfeng's hand holding the rice bowl began to tremble, Cheng Qian pushed her elbow, grinned and said:

"Didn't you say that you mixed pickles for Dongzi, why did you forget to bring it up when you came here to eat, go get it."

Zhang Wenfeng was stunned, sighed, got up and opened the curtain and walked out.

Cheng Xiaodong always felt that the two of them were like different people, as if they had something to hide from themselves and didn't want to tell themselves.

"Dad, the beef soup we ate today, where did we get the money to buy beef, and it's not a collection today. Where did you get it? ”

Cheng Xiaodong looked at the beef soup on the table, looked at Cheng Qian with curiosity and asked.

Cheng Qian sandwiched a piece of meat and put it in Cheng Xiaodong's bowl, his eyes flickered, and he smiled at Cheng Xiaodong.

"You Cai Bo (bai) Uncle (bai) knows that you fell into the well and your body is cold, so you specially sent it, let us stew it to make up for you."

Uncle Cai is talking about Cai Dani's father, who lives next door, takes extra care of his family on weekdays, and helps with any work, and the two get along like brothers.

"Uncle Cai's family can still buy beef?" Cheng Xiaodong has no concept of money, but he understands that Cai Dani's family background is similar to his own, not to mention beef, and he eats less white flour buns.

The corners of Cheng Qian's mouth twitched, looking at Cheng Xiaodong's questions one after another, his head began to sweat, he usually felt that his son was smart, but now he suddenly felt that this kind of cleverness was also a trouble.

"Uncle Cai knows that you fell into the well to fetch water for his family's Dani, so I asked Aunt Dani to buy a piece of beef for you to replenish your body."

At this time, Zhang Wenfeng opened the curtain and came in with a small plate of pickles.

Put it on the table and look at it, this is a pickle, this is also beef, although I don't know what part of the meat is.

"They sent it too?" Cheng Xiaodong pointed to the small plate on the table, and the doubts in his heart intensified.

Cheng Qian and Zhang Wenfeng glanced at each other and nodded.

"Try it, whether this cold salad is delicious or not, my mother is also the first time to get it, I'm afraid it won't be delicious."

Zhang Wenfeng clamped a piece and fed it to Cheng Xiaodong's mouth, which was astringent and salty, Cheng Xiaodong frowned, and forcibly chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it.

"It's delicious, Mom's cooking is delicious." Cheng Xiaodong took a sip of beef soup slowly, looked at Zhang Wenfeng and grinned.

"Eat more if it's delicious."

Zhang Wenfeng then took another bite and fed it to Cheng Xiaodong's mouth.

Cheng Qian next to him also took a mouthful, and as soon as he put it in his mouth, he quickly spit it out.

"Old woman, how much salt are you putting here, you are marinating meat!"

Cheng Qian picked up the tea jar next to him, drank a few sips of cold water, and smacked his tongue a few times before he felt that his mouth was not salty.

"Is it salty?"

Zhang Wenfeng also took a piece himself, put it in his mouth, quickly spit it on the ground, and then handed the water to Cheng Xiaodong's side.

"Dongzi, come and drink saliva!"

Thinking that his son had eaten two big bites just now, Zhang Wenfeng felt bad in his heart.

Cheng Xiaodong took two sips of water and put the teapot aside, watching the two of them suddenly burst out laughing.

"I didn't find my parents, and I deceived them, if I said salty, you wouldn't eat it."

Cheng Xiaodong's words made Cheng Qian and Zhang Wenfeng cry and laugh, and the two looked at Cheng Xiaodong who was full of smugness in front of them, but there was no obvious smile in their eyes.

"Mom is going to get it again, it's so salty, it's really fatal!"

Zhang Wenfeng walked out with a small plate, and Cheng Qian and Cheng Xiaodong continued to eat something else.