Zhao Qiuyue cleaned up the chicken and immediately began to stew.

Zhao Qiuyue looked at the fire while cleaning up the vegetables for lunch.

In fact, there are not many varieties of vegetables that can be eaten in the field in winter, and winter cabbage looks a little old, but it is just not good-looking, in fact, the weather is too cold to freeze.

Carrots grow well, but there is a strange smell, everyone does not like to eat much, the people in the village are used to feed the pigs, she has heard that people in the city like to stew mutton with carrots.

It's just that there is no mutton at home, and I don't know if the fried carrots are liked by the big girl.

Potatoes were seedlings that had been stored before, and in order to have more dishes on the table, Zhao Qiuyue also picked out a small plate.

Add a plate of sour pickles and you've got four dishes.

Zhao Qiuyue glanced at the kitchen, wanting to see if she could make up a dish.

But the kitchen looks like it's all these things, and there are no other ingredients at all.

She sighed, a little regretful that she couldn't cook a few more dishes for the big girl.

But then I think that my family usually has one green vegetable, that is, when there are two dishes, that is, add a pickle, and then think about it today, I have made up four dishes, although they are all green vegetables, but in fact, they are very rich.

Not to mention that there is also a chicken stew today.

When she thought of this stewed chicken, she was a little stunned again, worried that Mrs. Qian would come to the door to make trouble, what should she do when the time comes?

Thinking of this, the strong backing that was built in front of Wang Jiao before is now a little less solid.

But she didn't dare to show it in front of Wang Jiao, she was afraid that the little relationship that Wang Jiao had just established with them would be destroyed by her weakness.

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the apprehension in her heart, and tried to convince herself to hold on.

After only a few moments, the fresh aroma of the chicken immediately wafted out.

This refreshing fragrance made Qian Hao forget his previous grievances for a moment, and he touched the kitchen, staring at the chicken soup stewed on the stove without blinking.

Oh, Mom, he felt like he had never had such a thing as chicken soup in his memory.

This fragrance made him feel that there was such a beautiful taste in this world.

He swallowed a few times hard, but stared at the clay pot of stewed chicken soup in a daze, and his eyes were about to look straight.

When Zhao Qiuyue turned around, what she saw was Qian Hao's greedy face.

That little appearance made her can't help but laugh with a snort, but after laughing for a moment, her heart was so sour that she couldn't do it, but her eyes were red.

The youngest son is eight years old, but he has never eaten chicken once, let alone drank a sip of chicken soup.

Although he has been sensible since he was a child, he has never shown this emotion in front of him.

But she knew in her heart that she owed her child.

is the eldest son Qian Jun, who is sixteen years old, and only after the separation of the family, before giving birth to Qian Hao, their family was ignored by Mrs. Qian a few times during this period of time.

It wasn't until after the birth of her youngest son Qian Hao that Mrs. Qian found out that her eldest daughter-in-law, Zhao Qiuyue, who was sick to death because of the loss of her beloved daughter, not only did not die of illness, but also recovered from her illness and gave birth to Qian Hao, she guessed that their life was good.

So, Mrs. Qian's mind came alive again, and she began to ask them for alimony, living allowances, and nutrition expenses......

Anyway, there are only the unexpected, and there is nothing she can't do.

is when Qian Dacheng's chicken lays an egg at home, she can step on the door and take it away.

Not to mention their chickens, except for her who can lay eggs, roosters who can't lay eggs, or hens who don't lay eggs diligently, Mrs. Qian will leave with all kinds of eyes.

So this time, before Zhao Qiuyue went to pick up Wang Jiao, she mentioned to Mrs. Qian in advance that the only half-sized rooster in the family that had not yet grown up was to be left for Wang Jiao to eat.

She thought that the child would only be away from home for twelve years because of Mrs. Qian, and she shouldn't care about this half-old little.

But who would have thought that she would still do it.

In the past, she didn't care about how she treated her husband Qian Dacheng and herself, but she treated her children like this, especially Wang Jiao, she felt panicked.

Mrs. Qian's behavior made Zhao Qiuyue very sad and aggrieved.

Zhao Qiuyue, who has always been submissive, suddenly felt a little rebellious in her heart at this moment.

Why can't her children eat her chickens, she just wants her three children to drink chicken soup today.

She didn't know that at this moment, she was unconsciously agreeing with the children's approach.

Zhao Qiuyue blinked her eyes vigorously a few times, forced the tears in her eyes back, and showed a gentle smile towards Qian Hao.

"Xiao Hao, go and call your sister and brother to come to the kitchen, let's taste the chicken soup first."

She felt that she couldn't wait for the kids to eat the best stuff.

At this moment, in Zhao Qiuyue's eyes, the chicken soup in that clay pot is the best thing in the world.

As soon as Qian Hao heard Zhao Qiuyue speak, he immediately jumped and said 'yes', and the person rushed out like a rabbit.

Zhao Qiuyue looked at him, and the smile on her face became even brighter.

She wants to protect her children.

After a while, Qian Hao came back again, followed by Wang Jiao and Qian Jun.

The aroma of chicken soup suddenly hit their noses, and Qian Hao opened his mouth exaggeratedly, shook his nose, and inhaled hard, as if he was unwilling to let go of the smell of chicken soup floating in the air.

Even Qian Jun couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

As soon as Wang Jiao saw their appearance, she guessed that their family probably hadn't drunk chicken soup for a long time.

She seems to have some understanding of the situation of this family, and the situation is worrying.

She frowned imperceptibly.

Zhao Qiuyue looked at them, and her heart was also very sad, and then she saw that Wang Jiao was different from the two sons' bland emotions about chicken soup, and her eyes were even darker.

She obviously doesn't lack chicken soup to drink, and in the future, let her follow her family to live a poor life in Yaoqian Village, and I don't know if she can adapt.

Thinking of Wang Jiao living a hard life with them, I felt distressed again.

The idea of protecting them and giving them more is much stronger.

She smiled and beckoned the three children to sit down at the table.

"You hurry up and sit down first, my mother will add a bowl of chicken soup for each of you to drink to cushion your stomach, and the rest of the lunch will be eaten as a dish when it is ready."

The chicken was not big, and she didn't have any ingredients to stew with at home in winter, so this pot of chicken soup was stewed with pure chicken.

What's more, Zhao Qiuyue hadn't used up the hot water she had boiled before, so she simply added another fire to boil, and the chicken soup stewed with boiling water could also save briquettes.

So it took a while for the kung fu chicken soup to stew.

She added three small bowls of chicken soup and brought them to the table.