Old Yang's house, second bedroom, on the dinner table.

The dish is very simple, the big bowl in the middle is full of braised chicken, and there is a bowl full of cucumber and egg soup on the side.

Although it is just two simple dishes, one meat and one vegetarian, the portions are generous and very real. The chicken nuggets are huge and there is no fraud at all.

"Why kill the chicken specifically? It's such a hot day, just boil some millet porridge at night to deal with it."

Although Yang Yongjin felt warm in his heart, he still said this.

"Dad, my mother loves you so much, why not just kill a chicken for you to eat?" Xiu Xiu teased Yang Yongjin with a smile while holding her chopsticks.

Yang Yongjin also smiled, but his eyes followed Cao Bamei's figure, "There is no need to feel sorry for me, I eat well in the restaurant every day, but you mother and son are at home, so don't be harsh on yourself."

Cao Bamei just took her little son to wash her hands.

This little guy's hygiene habits were not very good. He would reach out to grab the food as soon as it was put on the table. Cao Bamei didn't allow him to do this, so she led him to wash his hands.

Hearing Yang Yongjin's words, Cao Bamei turned around and said with a smile: "Xiu Xiu told you just for fun. I don't feel sorry for you. We know that the food in the restaurant is not bad. But you don't want to think about what kind of day it is today!"

"What day?" Yang Yongjin was confused.

Cao Bamei pursed her lips and smiled, deliberately not saying anything.

Sisters Xiuxiu and Xiuhong also exchanged glances quietly, holding back their laughter.

The youngest son washed his little hands and ran to the table like a wild horse, grabbed a piece of chicken leg with chopsticks and started to chew on it.

Yang Yongjin glanced around, scratched his head, "Hey, I really don't know, so don't be so pretentious and just give me a heads up, huh?"

At this time, the childish and unclear voice of the youngest son, who was munching chicken legs until his face was shiny, sounded: "Dad, mother said, today is your sixty-third birthday!"

"What? Sixty-three?" Yang Yongjin touched his face, "Am I that old, your father?"

Sisters Cao Bamei and Xiuxiu Xiuhong couldn't help laughing when they heard what the mistress said.

Xiuhong went up and grabbed her brother's ears: "You, you are a good eater of chicken legs, but you can't understand a word. Where is sixty-three? Our dad is only thirty-six!"

The third son swung his body to escape the clutches of the second sister, and then giggled while gnawing on the chicken legs, making faces while laughing.

Here, Yang Yongjin also understood the good intentions of his wife and daughters.

He said with emotion: "You are so thoughtful, I am so busy that I even forgot about it."

"It doesn't matter if you forget, we can just remember it for you." Cao Bamei said.

Yang Yongjin's eyes were filled with emotion, and he said to Cao Bamei: "It's just a birthday, there's no need to kill chickens, and I'm not a child."

But Cao Bamei said with a serious face: "You can't say this. This is your thirty-sixth birthday. It's different from other birthdays, so you have to be careful."

One year old, ten years old, thirty-six years old, sixty years old, these birthday points are the most special birthdays in this area.

For a man who is starting a family and starting a business, as the breadwinner of his family, thirty-six is ​​an important milestone in his life, and he must be cautious.

"This is not an ordinary chicken. I took the old hen at home and exchanged it with someone in the village for a white rooster. The whole body is snow-white, and there really isn't a single hair on it!"

Hearing Cao Bamei's words, Yang Yongjin only had a smile on his face, and everything in his heart was sweet.

"Speaking of me being thirty-six, I remembered something." Yang Yongjin sat down and looked at Cao Bamei who was pouring wine for him in front of him.

"My birthday is only two or three days apart from Zhen'er's."

"Zhen'er's child will be three years old soon. Bamei, do you think we should buy him something small?"

Cao Bamei paused slightly while pouring the wine, then returned to normal.

She glanced at Yang Yongjin, smiled, and said, "You are really Zhen'er's second uncle. You don't worry about your son's third birthday, but you put a nephew's birthday in your heart?"

Yang Yongjin was a little embarrassed and looked at the children at the table, "It's pointless if you say this in front of the children. I remember the birthdays of our three children."

"As for Zhen'er, isn't this a special situation? It's his first birthday after following his sister-in-law to the Zhang family."

Cao Bamei immediately fell silent.

The Zhen'er in Yang Yong's mouth is the son of his eldest brother Yang Yongxian and his sister-in-law Liao Meiying.

Later, Yang Yongxian broke with Lao Yang's family and continued to do business in Huguang County, ignoring his sister-in-law, mother and son.

The sister-in-law can raise the child alone, even with the help of the entire old Yang family, although the mother and child can eat and drink enough, but for a young woman and a young child, just eating and drinking is not enough, they also need a person.

Complete family.

So when there was a flood last summer, my sister-in-law Liao Meiying fell in love with Zhang Youfu, an old bachelor from the same village.

After the flood, around the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, Liao Meiying took Zhen'er and remarried Zhang Youfu.

Although Zhen'er still retained the surname Yang, after Liao Meiying remarried, Zhen'er gradually rarely came to play at the entrance of the village. She basically played with the children of the neighbors on the Zhang family's side.

Even if something important happened to Lao Yang's family during this period, Liao Meiying would come to visit, but for some things, once out of this gate and across the threshold, it would be difficult to maintain the original relationship.

If we try to maintain it deliberately, both of us will feel uncomfortable.

So gradually, Liao Meiying, mother and son became more and more alienated from Lao Yang's family.

"Then what expression do you want? You have to grasp this degree well." Cao Bamei asked Yang Yongjin again.

At this time, the three children had sat down and started enjoying their dinner.

The food tonight was good. The white chicken cooked by Cao Bamei was very delicious. The three children ate it with gusto and were not very interested in the topics their parents talked about.

Yang Yongjin put a piece of chicken into a bowl for each of his two daughters, and then told his younger son: "Don't just eat chicken, you should also eat some cucumbers and eggs!"

The mistress buried her head and hummed a few times, unable to hear clearly what was being said. Anyway, it was very perfunctory and a little resistant.

Seeing this, Cao Bamei said to Yang Yongjin: "Just leave him alone and let him eat as he pleases. You'd better tell Zhen'er how to express it."

"Should our family act alone, or should we call your two brothers together?"

Yang Yongjin shook his head: "We are acting alone. We don't want to tie others up. If they have that intention, they will naturally make preparations."

"We don't need to spend a lot of money. Anyway, we just send a few eggs to show our appreciation and prove that we still remember this nephew."
Chapter completed!