Chapter 453 (1/2)

After that, Yang Jinghai turns around and goes to get three sets of chopsticks.

Tang Huai looked at Yang Jinghai strangely: ”Grandpa, isn't this soup for women to drink? Do you have to make it up, too? ”

Yang Jinghai stares at Tang Huai and says, ”I'm not a woman. What can I do with the soup that a woman mends her body?”? Here comes Jiajia, here comes Jiajia. ”

”What about her?”

”Toilet.”

Lost two words, Yang Jinghai went out of the restaurant.

He doesn't drink the soup that women mend their bodies. He comes to the living room and nibbles at his chicken feet.

When killing chicken and stewing soup, he can leave two chicken feet and fry them. I don't know how delicious they are.

Tang Huai himself gave Li Feixi soup, a chicken, all into the pot stew.

The soup is very strong and fragrant!

Materials are very rich, red date dangshen are many.

Tang Huai specially fished for Li Feixi's chicken and said, ”if you drink more soup, you should eat more soup dregs. This is an old hen. Grandpa has stewed it all morning.”

Tang Huai put the soup in front of Li Feixi. Li Feixi looked down at the soup in the bowl.

Just look at the color of the soup. I want to drink it.

Smelling the fragrance of the soup, I couldn't help drooling.

Li Feixi turns her head and looks at Yang Jinghai who is gnawing chicken feet in the living room.

Her father is about the same age as this grandfather

But Abba is still in the countryside, leaving early and returning late to do farm work.

With one less arm, it's not convenient for him to work.

At the end of last year, I fell and hurt my other elbow.

Although it doesn't affect the work, the elbow joint will ache when it comes to Yin.

In order to save money to study and cure Fei Peng, Dad never gave up eating a big meal.

She took the money back to him and he was reluctant to buy some meat.

Because they don't know when, Feipeng's illness

Every time it happens, it costs a lot of money.

Li Feixi works in the bar, but the bar is a place for drinking and playing.

Their food is very poor.

Li Feixi didn't remember that he was so big and had never drunk such a rich chicken soup.

The chickens raised at home are never willing to be killed, because there is no food for the chickens to eat, and there are many chickens raised. At most, two hens can lay eggs, and one rooster.

Then from the end of the year to the end of the year, the Spring Festival is willing to kill to eat.

A chicken, the whole family, will eat several meals, the bones are not left

Looking at Yang Jinghai contentedly gnawing chicken feet, he has so much chicken soup in front of him.

Li Feixi thought of at home, eating porridge, dried radish and sour material, dad and brother, her eyes are not red.

She turned her head, looked down, blinked, and blinked away the tears that were about to overflow.

She swallowed saliva, let the choked throat be more comfortable, just light voice way: ”thank you.”

Then she picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken and put it into her mouth.

”Brother Jingxuan brought back some winter wormwood made in foreign countries. Grandpa put some stew, and there are still some, Ming stew.”