Xu Jinfeng was stared at for no reason, and she said nothing wrong. How could she receive gifts and money after marriage? There is no such rule? Otherwise, everyone would not work anymore. They would get married today and tomorrow, and they would get married the day after tomorrow, and they would get rich after marriage seven or eight times.

"Mom, the meat in the throat cannot be eaten. Xiaonan said it is not good for people to eat it."

Xu Jinfeng also entered the kitchen and saw that her mother-in-law had not cleaned the chicken's feet, so she persuaded her.

"These are all meat, why aren't it bad? Xiaonan, a little girl, knows nothing, she will definitely eat delicious food after it is cooked later."

Zhang Manyue didn't listen at all. She had eaten it for the rest of her life and was not poisoned to death. Her granddaughter said this just because she thought there was too little meat here. This girl was even more picky than the emperor.

"Xiaonan knows a lot, and she can recite a lot of Tang poems. Mom, what do you know? You don't even know which one of the gooses, gooses, gooses, gooses, and gooses are the best." Xu Jinfeng was dissatisfied. Her daughter is the best, and her mother-in-law can't say that her daughter is not good.

Zhang Manyue was a little guilty at first, but when she heard the goose goose, her waist immediately became straight. She chopped the kitchen knife on the chopping board, put her hands on her hips, and roared in her dantian: "Do I know? Goose goose goose was written by Lao Liu. Your sixth uncle can't do work, and she is very good at writing poetry!"

The thunderous sound was heard by everyone sitting in the living room. Principal Shou had just taken a sip of tea and sprayed it out, looking confused.

Is his memory deviated?

Maybe what people are talking about is not what he thought.

"Mom, which goose are you talking about? Is it the goose with red palm peeling clear waves? This is written by a man named Wang. Why is it related to Uncle Six, and Uncle Six can only write crooked poems for widows."

Xu Jinfeng muttered at a volume that everyone could hear. Tang Shao was unable to sit still outside and coughed a few times, reminding the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the kitchen to pay attention to their proper words and deeds.

And how could this goose goose be pulled on him? Although he is very talented, he is not as good as writing poems that have been passed down through the ages. His third sister-in-law looked down on him too much.

Zhang Manyue in the kitchen also shouted: "I don't know which goose it is. It was said by your father. That goose was written by your sixth uncle. Hurry up and boil the chicken and steam it."

Although Zhang Manyue said that his granddaughter knew nothing, when he was chopping chicken, he still cleaned up the meat on the chicken's neck, chopped a large basin and put it in a pot to steam it.

Tang Shaozheng stared at his third brother in surprise and said angrily: "Third brother, what are you talking about with your third sister-in-law? I didn't write this poem. I don't have the ability."

"Didn't you say it? I played chess two years ago. I said it was written by Li Bai. You said it was written by you, so why did I just talk nonsense?" Tang Baishan was unhappy.

"Nonsense, when did I say that..."

Tang Shaozheng's voice stopped abruptly and slapped his forehead in annoyance. He remembered it, but it was something he told casually when he was impatient. His stupid third brother actually took it seriously and made all his foolish fortunes today.

"Principal Shou, I'm joking with my third brother."

Tang Shaozheng quickly explained that Principal Shou was so happy that tears came out. This family was really interesting.

Tang Baishan next to him still asked persistently, "Lao Liu, who did you write it?"

"Luo Binwang!" Tang Shaozheng said patiently.

"Who is Luo Binwang? What is the relationship with Li Bai?"

"It's a big deal."

Tang Shaozheng was so annoyed that his third brother knew Li Bai and wanted to put the three hundred Tang poems on Li Bai's head, but his third brother could only recite a song of goose, goose, goose and hoeing the rice at noon.
Chapter completed!