At Jiang Mi's house, an old hen has been stewed on the kerosene stove against the north wall.

This kerosene stove was brought back by Jiang Yuanming from the factory the year before last, and it was specially used to give Li Lamei Ao traditional Chinese medicine.

With the burning of kerosene, the unique fragrance of the hen and the smell of the traditional Chinese medicine of gastrodia escaped from the lid of the gas pot with the gradually churning air waves.

Jiang Duo was originally doing homework in Westinghouse, but he suddenly smelled this strange fragrance in his nose, and he felt even more hungry in his stomach, and he couldn't help but feel resentful of Jiang Mi holding tofu and never returning.

"Mom, my sister won't stay at my grandmother's house to eat, right?"

"Well, don't wait for her, pick up the table and eat."

Smelling the fragrance of the hen, thinking that she would be able to eat chicken and drink chicken soup for a while, for Li Lamei, who had an empty stomach and intestines and had not seen oil for many years, her brain was already tangled and almost exploded.

On the one hand, there is a sense of happiness, and on the other hand, there is a sense of guilt. On the one hand, there is instinctive greed for deliciousness, and on the other hand, there is self-blame for being a mother who should not be greedy.

Dean Liu said that this can cure his own disease, can he eat a chicken and his own disease?

Jiang Xiaoyu squatted on the edge of the gas pot, staring without blinking. As soon as you see soup foam coming out of the lid, wrap a hand towel around your hand and peel the lid open.

Although Jiang Xiaoyu is not big, he is already very experienced in how to watch the stove boil Chinese medicine for his mother.

Looking at her son who is so sensible, and seeing the bruises on her son's hands again, Li Lamei can't help but feel distressed.

"Little fish, come over and eat first. There's your favorite tofu. After a while, my mother will give you chicken gizzards to eat. ”

Putting down the low dining table standing upside down by the wall, Li Lamei brought the steamed tofu to the table, and brought a bowl of garlic with soy sauce and paste, then a bowl of dry-cut pickle strips, and a basket of corn flour tortillas.

Jiang Xiaoyu placed the four small stools on both sides of the table one by one, and looked at the west room and then the east room with some confusion. "Mom, where is my second sister?"

"Your second sister went to the grandmother's house to have a good meal." Jiang Duo was worried about Jiang Xiaoyu and had some taste for Jiang Mi.

"Huh? Why doesn't she call me? "Is there anything better in the milk family? Jiang Xiaoyu pursed his lips a little aggrieved.

Li Lamei was already holding chopsticks, lifted the lid of the gas pot, and picked out two pieces of first-cooked chicken liver from it, one was put in her son's bowl, and the other was given to her eldest daughter.

Jiang Duo instantly smiled.

Jiang Xiaoyu looked at the chicken liver and blinked a little confusedly, thinking to himself if there was anything better than this in Grandma's house?

"Eat quickly, when your second sister comes back, there will be no share of yours."

Jiang Duo chewed the chicken liver and swallowed it in one bite, looked up and saw her brother looking stupid, and couldn't help but knock on the edge of her brother's bowl with chopsticks.

"Mom, don't you have to leave it for the second sister?"

Jiang Xiaoyu always felt that the chicken liver was only for himself and the eldest sister, and there was something wrong with not leaving the second sister.

"Hurry up and eat! What to stay? That's not enough for that damn girl's teeth! She gave you such a large piece of tofu to milk, can you still give her a delicious meal? ”

Li Lamei was dissatisfied with Jiang Mi cutting such a large piece of tofu without her permission and sending it to her mother-in-law. I almost didn't scold Jiang Mi's swear words about licking his cheeks.

"Hmm......"

Jiang Xiaoyu saw that his mother said this, nodded his head, picked up the chicken liver with chopsticks, and slowly bit into it in small bites.

Before he could finish biting on such a small piece of chicken liver, he heard the street door be kicked open.

Second Uncle Jiang Yuanliang's familiar roar exploded like thunder in the courtyard.

"Li Lamei, you gluttonous and lazy stinky woman, you dare to kill chickens secretly when my brother is not at home?"

"His second uncle, this chicken was given by someone else." Li Lamei quickly stood up.

The wind blowing in the yard greeted me with the smell of alcohol.

Jiang Yuanliang: Is this going to make trouble after drinking too much?

Jiang Yuanliang stared at the scarlet drunken eyes, followed the rich aroma of chicken wafting into the yard, and walked into the house menacingly, and at a glance he saw the bubbling gas pot in the corner of the wall.

Without saying a word, he went up and kicked over, "Cheap woman!" If you don't pay for Lao Tzu to build a house, Lao Tzu will make it impossible for you to eat! It doesn't matter if you were sent by someone else! ”