The Peasant Wife Has a Space

This kind of feeling of being cared by relatives is really good. In her previous life, she also grew up in a honey pot, and her parents and brothers loved her very much.

Who knew that in the last days, her relatives would die in the last days, including herself.

Without the company of relatives, a person is inevitably lonely, and no one really thinks about her.

But now with Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang, Zhao Xiulan has a feeling of being cared for by her relatives.

Perhaps it was because Zhao Xiulan had lost it in the past, so now she will feel more precious about her relatives.

In the afternoon, Zhao Xiulan chatted with Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang.

When it was time to eat dinner, Zhang Ma neatly went to the kitchen to get busy.

After a while, the smell of chicken soup came from the kitchen.

Zhang Ma's craftsmanship is not bad, in addition to stewing chicken soup, she also added a few more dishes.

A plate of fried bacon with fragrant and dry garlic, a plate of steamed sausages, and some dried beef at home before, and cut some to make beef hot pot. There are also some vegetarian dishes. If Zhao Xiulan hadn't come over, the meals would not have been prepared so richly on weekdays.

The old couple of the Jiang family eat at home. When they don't entertain guests, they usually eat lightly.

These meaty things are not often eaten, at most eggs, and only when Zhao Xiulan comes over will they eat so much.

Mainly because there are not many people in the family at ordinary times, it is not lively, and no matter how good the food is, I feel boring and have no appetite.

But when Zhao Xiulan came over, it was different. Seeing Zhao Xiulan in a good mood, her appetite improved and she could eat more.

Mother Zhang cooked the chicken soup and brought it to Zhao Xiulan.

Zhao Xiulan saw two big drumsticks in her bowl and couldn't help but said, "Mum Zhang, why did you give me both drumsticks? You can eat them too, one is enough for me."

The old lady Jiang smiled and said, "I'll give you all to eat, eat more, so that we can replenish our body. It's not like we don't have to eat, you child, can't you eat two chicken legs?"

Mr. Jiang also nodded, "Girl Xiulan, you eat more, this time you went to the countryside to work hard, so why don't you eat more to make up for it? We are all old and our teeth are loose, so it's not convenient to eat chicken legs. Come and eat, don't think about us."

After being told by Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang, Zhao Xiulan couldn't say anything else, so she could only nod her head and say, "Okay, then I ate these two chicken legs."

Zhao Xiulan felt that the best part of the chicken was the drumstick. The meat tasted very chewy, unlike the meat in other places, which tasted a little clumsy.

After eating two big chicken legs, and drinking two bowls of chicken soup, Zhao Xiulan was full.

But Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang felt that Zhao Xiulan ate less, and wanted Zhao Xiulan to eat more.

"Xiulan, why did you eat so much? Eat more, how can you eat so much?" Mrs. Jiang said, and brought some dishes to Zhao Xiulan.

Seeing that Zhao Xiulan ate less, Mr. Jiang also persuaded him, "Yes, girl Xiulan, eat more. Mom Zhang has prepared so many dishes today, so you can eat more."

Zhao Xiulan was indeed full, but in the face of the concern of Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang, she insisted on eating some more.

So that at the end of the meal, the belly was stretched and became a leather ball.

Zhao Xiulan gave up because he couldn't hold it any longer.

Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang saw that Zhao Xiulan had eaten a lot again, so they gave up.