If it was a daughter, the inquirer's response would definitely not be so eager, but his attitude could not make the person involved unhappy, so the response was "Okay, okay!"

So later someone joked that when you gave birth to a son, you said it was "very good".

When I gave birth to a daughter, I said I had a ‘good’. This is like a code word. I understand it at first and understand it.

For Yang Huazhong and Sun, it was already a natural sound for Yang Huazhong and Sun.

Sun immediately became happy and said to Tan: "Mom, are you hungry? I'm going to heat you up the chicken soup. Do you always drink chicken soup? Or put a few noodles in the chicken soup?"

Tan raised his eyebrows: "Where did the chicken soup come from? When did you kill the chicken?"

I haven't seen you at home this day.

Sun smiled and looked at Yang Huazhong. After getting Yang Huazhong's nod, she continued: "It was sent by Suyun when we came back. She originally wanted to deliver it to her in person. I saw that she was so busy, so we didn't let her come over. We brought it back by ourselves and put it on the table in the main room."

"I am so busy with my family, I can still think of me as an old guy, which is not bad."

Tan nodded with satisfaction, "Then you go and bring it, I'm just thirsty."

Sun immediately went to bring it. The temperature of the chicken soup was just right, and there were some chicken, chicken legs and so on.

Bao Suyun killed two chickens in one breath and stewed them in a pot. The main thing was to leave them for Jiang Guiling, and secondly, he also had to scoo up some to honor Tan.

Tan drinks delicious chicken soup and eats tender chicken, and the food brings joy.

After eating and drinking, she wiped the corner of her mouth, stepped down and put a silver bracelet on the Internet and handed it to Sun: "Let's go back to the town and find a silversmith to melt the bracelet, put a pair of children's bracelets again, and twisted them a few more red lines. When I was taking a bath in the ninth, I handed it over to the fifth granddaughter."

"ah?"

Sun took the heavy silver bracelet in his hand and thought he had heard it wrong.

And Yang Huazhong's reaction was not much better.

"Mom, you, are you, did I hear it wrong or did you get it wrong? This is your silver bracelet. They gave it to the granddaughter of the Laowu family last time on their 70th birthday last time. You actually gave it to the granddaughter of the Laowu family?"

To be cautious, Yang Huazhong asked word by word.

Tan yawned impatiently: "It's another generation, what's wrong with giving a bracelet? Just treat it as a repair bracelet that Mianmian was born. Who dares to say something? Let him come to me and say it!"

Since this was the case, Yang Huazhong quickly winked at Sun and asked her to accept it.

Sun was also overjoyed and thanked Bao Suyun repeatedly, and was so happy to hold the silver bracelet.

The silver bracelet is a little bit, mainly because the old lady's attitude is exciting.

If Lao Wu and Su Yun knew about this, they wouldn't know how happy it would be. After so many years, Su Yun finally waited until the old lady accepted Dabao.

...

Jiang family.

Jiang's mother was humming a little tune and was busy cooking the family's night dinner in the kitchen. When the neighbor's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law quarreled, Jiang's mother pulled two garlic from the bottom of the kitchen and pretended to peel it. She stepped on an abandoned water tank and listened to the quarrel between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the next yard, laughing while listening.

After a while, Jiang's father came back from work outside and wrinkled his nose as soon as he entered the yard: "What does this taste like? What's the thing burnt?"

When Jiang's mother heard this, she slapped her head and screamed and jumped out of the water tank and went straight to the kitchen: "My meal is so damn!"

Jiang's mother rushed to the kitchen and lifted the lid of the pot, and the burnt smell came to her nose.

She was so angry that she threw the lid on the side of the pot and twisted her body and covered her mouth and coughed violently.

Father Jiang looked at the pot, oh, half white and half black.

"It's useless to just throw the lid of the pot. You have to press down the fire as soon as possible!"

Jiang's father muttered, and quickly walked around the stove and picked up the iron tongs and pulled them out. The fire finally suppressed.

He came over to pick up the lid of the pot, wiped the dust stained with a rag and put it aside, and then came over and patted Jiang's mother's back gently: "Are you better?"

Jiang's mother turned around, swung the fist in her hand and hit Jiang's father's shoulders, and then pounded her: "You are so damn bad, you won't come back sooner, if you come back early, you won't burn..."

Father Jiang was stunned. Why did this become my fault?

"It's all your fault that you blame you!" Jiang's mother punched her fist again.

Father Jiang came to his senses and nodded and admitted his mistake: "Yes, yes, it's my fault. It's all my fault. Don't be upset?"

Jiang's mother's fist stopped and began to turn her head to look at the burnt rice in the pot.

"Oh, what else can I eat after all this rice is so messy!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll eat it if it's messed up." said Jiang's father.

"What happens? A muddy meal will cause damage to your body. You are our leader. What if you collapse? " Jiang's mother said with a crackling sound, but she pushed Jiang's father out with her hands.

"You go and wash your hands and have a tea. I'll cook two more dishes and we'll start eating. By the way, please call me Xianjun and ask him to come to the kitchen to help me get the dishes and chopsticks!"

After sending Jiang's father away, Jiang's mother quickly cut the spicy food, patted the garlic, took out two salted duck eggs from the jar and chopped them up, stir-fried with the spicy food, poured them into a hot pot with hot oil.

After stir-frying, the cut snow liuin was poured in and stir-frying again. When it was released from the pot, it was filled with a large bowl.

Just then, Jiang Xianjun also came in from outside, "Mom, I used to shovel the pigpen in the back yard, what are you asking me for?"

"It's time to start a meal, you can bring the food to your master."

As Jiang's mother spoke, she handed a bowl of rice in her hand, covering the rice with two spoons of the dishes she had previously stir-fried.

Lao Jiang has two sons, and Jiang’s father is the second son.

After the old man and his wife got married with their two sons, they learned from the old Yang family and offered to separate the family.

Two years ago, the old lady passed away, leaving only Lao Jiangtou, a widowed man, who was guarding two old houses to live.

Both sons wanted to take their father over to live together, but they couldn't even eat and eat.

Especially Jiang’s mother, she is even more powerful. She has a lot of trouble with Jiang’s father every day.

In the end, Lao Jiangtou asked himself that he had never been to anyone, and there was no need to let his two sons raise him in the month. His request was that his two sons would send him a certain amount of rations and rapeseed oil every year.

He can take care of the vegetable garden and other things by himself, and he can raise a few chickens and ducks. He can exchange chickens and duck eggs for some live water and buy some tobacco and smoke them by himself.

Of course, during festivals, the two sons must have filial piety. He usually has a headache and fever and does not need them to take care of him. However, if he breaks his arms and legs one day, or becomes ill, he will either come to the bed to wait for him to see him off.

So delivering meals like tonight is actually beyond the regulations and is an extra filial piety.
Chapter completed!