Chapter 25: I'm 150 Years Old

Father Jiang was actually not in a hurry, but as soon as he saw that Bai Yan and Jiang Chengyan had arrived, he hurriedly walked to the stove room, lowered his voice, and whispered to Father Jiang: "Sanniang, have you forgotten the severity because you haven't cooked for too long?" Why do I smell this chicken soup so weirdly! ”

In order to welcome his son and daughter-in-law, after Jiang's father was approved today, he picked the best old hen in the chicken pen.

"You know a, bring a basin." Zhao said, and went to murder Jiang's father.

Father Jiang seemed to be familiar with her temper for a long time, so he brought a large porcelain basin.

"Cheng'an, come in and serve dumplings." By the way, he beckoned his youngest son to serve the food.

Jiang Chengan put down the book in his hand, washed his hands and went into the stove room.

Only Jiang Chengyan and Bai Yan sat at the dinner table honestly.

Bai Yan moved, looked left and right, and then whispered close to Jiang Chengyan's ear and asked, "Xianggong, don't we have to work?" ”

"Can't you sit still for a long time?" Jiang Chengyan turned his head to look at her, with a clear look.

"I smell the smell of radish, it's so fragrant." After Bai Yan finished speaking, she immediately stood up suddenly.

But by this time, the family had already come in with food, and all the dishes and dumplings were served.

A bowl of chicken soup and dumplings per person.

Bai Yan was excited to grab the chopsticks, but seeing that no one else moved, she quickly put them down.

"Good boy, don't put chopsticks, hurry up and eat while it's hot." Father Jiang looked at Bai Yan with a kind face.

Bai Yan is also very sincere, grabbing chopsticks and about to eat.

But suddenly, she noticed a very serious problem.

Why does someone else have chicken in their bowls, but her bowl only has soup and no meat!!

"Look, drink it while it's hot." The Zhao family said fiercely, which made Bai Yan tremble. She quickly picked up the small bowl with her two paws and began to drink.

"Hmm, it's so unpleasant." Bai Yan finished muttering, and said very sincerely.

"Another bowl." As he spoke, Zhao poured another bowl for Bai Yan.

Father Jiang carefully touched Zhao's arm on the side, and whispered, "Don't bully the child." ”

Zhao Shiquan didn't hear it.

With white eyes and a small brow, he pushed the bowl of pure chicken soup in front of him in front of Jiang Chengyan, and Jiang Chengyan immediately ate his bowl of chicken soup with a lot of meat.

Bai Yan: "......"

Ah, no one can help her.

"How old are you, where is your hometown?" Zhao took a bite of the dumplings with radish meat, and then asked Bai Yan with a serious face.

Bai Yan was so frightened that she hiccuped again, her big eyes gurgled around, and then she replied very seriously: "My hometown is in the mountains, and I ...... now Well, one hundred and fifty years old! ”

As soon as Bai Yan's words came out, Jiang's father and Jiang Cheng'an both popped and choked.

"She's fifteen." Jiang Chengyan said a series of local names by the way.

Bai Yan sat there stunned and listened, she had never heard of those names at all.

"It seems to be far away, and the child must have suffered a lot." Father Jiang sighed, and looked at Bai Yan distressedly: "Do you want to eat another bowl of dumplings?" ”

Bai Yan nodded and was about to nod her head: "Yes, yes." ”

Jiang Chengyan: "......"

Jiang's father glanced at his youngest son again, and pushed the last bowl of dumplings left in front of Jiang Cheng'an: "Cheng'an, you have grown recently, so you should eat a little more, so as not to be hungry and panic in the morning." ”

Jiang Chengan lowered his head and didn't say anything.

It was Bai Yan who suddenly sniffed towards Jiang Chengan's body with her nose like a puppy.