Ruan Huanhuan pushed her out, slammed the door and pulled the pill.

She said when would Zhou Yin’s family be so kind to send half a bowl of brown rice? It turned out that it was for their chicken!

"Not even a mouthful of soup is yours!" She shouted angrily at the door.

Zhou Yin's face turned black with anger.

"Ruan Huanhuan, I will make up with your sister in the future, don't regret it!"

"My sister won't make up with you. If you have a quarrel, it's a quarrel. My sister doesn't want you as a friend."

Seeing that he had no hope of entering the Ruan family, Zhou Yin could only bite his lower lip, stomped his feet and turned around and left. It was almost dark and it was so cold outside.

But she couldn't get the chicken back, and her mother would definitely be very angry.

Wang Axing is coaxing his son Zhou Qiang now.

"Your sister went to Ruan's house to get the chicken. I'll ask her to get one back. Don't worry, I'll give you a big chicken leg and you can still drink soup!"

"Where is there a chicken leg?" Zhou Qiang said, his saliva flowing down. He raised his hand and wiped it with his sleeve, and continued to ask excitedly, "My sister is a money-losing guy and is not qualified to eat chicken leg."

After saying that, he glanced at his father who was chopping wood in the yard.

Well, his father has never been able to get enough food, so he must not have the share.

"Mom and you are one by one. You can chew a few more pieces of meat." Wang Axing also felt that his saliva was about to flow out.

Zhou Qiang is fourteen years old and occasionally he is driven to the field by his father to do some work. He spends most of his time idling in the foot of the mountain and is distorted by Wang Axing.

He had gone to the field to play before. If he had met Ruan Jiaoyan, he would have stopped him and wanted to steal it.

"mother--"

Zhou Yin came in.

Wang Axing and Zhou Qiang immediately looked at her. When they saw her still coming back with a bowl, their faces sank.

"Where is the chicken?"

"Ruan Huanhuan is so stingy that she doesn't even let me in the door! Mom, they really won't be with me anymore." Zhou Yin shook her eyebrows, flattened her mouth, and said pitifully and weakly.

"You useless ghost!" Zhou Qiang immediately took off his shoes and smashed them into her face, "What can you do? You can't do such a small thing, so you will have a meal at my house, right? Get out of Ruan's house and tell Ruan Huanhuan that damn girl. If you know the truth, you will give the chicken quickly, otherwise I will go to their house to set fire to the fire at night!"

When Zhou's father heard this, he suddenly turned his head and looked fierce, "What did you say? You bastard, how dare you say another word?"

Wang Axing quickly covered Zhou Qiang's mouth.

"Oh, my ancestors have said to you again and again, can't you say something like setting fire?"

If someone hears it, you have to doubt what?

"I won't go, I want to go to you." Zhou Yin's face was hit by his smelly shoes, and her eyes turned red with anger. She twisted her waist and entered her small room and slammed the door.

"Everyone is wrong, is your temper good?" Zhou's father slashed with an axe.

Ruan Jiaoyan took a shower, and Ruan Funian quickly handed a bowl of brown sugar ginger water to her, "Good, drink it quickly to eliminate the cold."

It’s also a blessing for her that her family bought brown sugar, otherwise she wouldn’t have any idea.

He cooked two bowls, Ruan Jiaoyan drank one, and gave Chen and Huanhuan half a bowl of the rest, making them sweet too. The weather was cold, and the daughter's house had some brown sugar ginger water to make her body warmer.

"Sister, the pheasant has been plucked, and the rice is almost cooked." Ruan Huanhuan came in with difficulty in carrying the basin, putting the chickens in the basin and killing them.

"I'll make it, you can help my sister cut the side dishes. Dad, you can set the fire." Ruan Jiaoyan was full of energy.
Chapter completed!