The aroma of stir-fried crayfish is very strong and lasts for a long time. The people in the yard have good health, but they have suffered from other villagers living next to the yard.

Nowadays, life in the whole village has made money because of Chaole's ideas. Life is much better than in previous years, but it is impossible to have big fish and meat every day. With the long-term consumption habits of the people in the village, even if they earn money, they will be kept tight. Who would be willing to use money to buy such a popular food? I am afraid that if I think so much, I will use a lot of oil. The villagers dare not use oil so generously.

Among the families close to the courtyard, there is Yang Wang's family.

Wu Fangfang sat at the dining table with a stern face, and was impatient when she looked at the vegetarian cabbage on the table. She even looked at the husband who was eating around her. There was nothing oil-like, but her husband was so satisfied with eating. The speed of eating was like fighting for food. She was so angry that she slapped her chopsticks and slapped her on the table.

The momentum was extraordinary and the movements were great. The table board was shaking. The loud noise scared the two children to pinch the chopsticks and almost lost them. Fortunately, they finally pinched them firmly, but they also looked up at the mother of the initiator, especially Wu Fangfang's eldest son, who was spoiled to the extreme, "Mom, are you sick? Why are you so scary for a meal?"

When his son said to him in person, Wu Fangfang was also very shameless and stared at her, "I think you are looking for a fight, are you talking to me? If you have the ability, repeat the words just now to me?"

Seeing his mother being very angry, her temper was even more rising because of her words. Although she was spoiled, she was also a smart person. The reason why she could be spoiled was his coaxing mouth.

Being able to bend and stretch is Wu Fangfang’s eldest son’s signature.

He quickly showed a terrifying smile, "Mom, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that, but what's wrong with you? You suddenly lose your temper after eating." However, he was very dissatisfied and still felt that his mother was very ill, otherwise he would suddenly lose her temper when eating and throw away chopsticks.

Listening to his son's words of weakness and the last question, he shrugged his nose, his face still looked bad, and said, "Didn't you smell anything?"

Yang Wang also stopped eating and looked at the sweet potato porridge that had been eaten almost completely in the bowl. He didn't know what his wife meant, but what was the use of that? It was not their family. Now the village is much better than last year. Everyone thanked the people living in the courtyard from the heart. Even if there were jealous people, no one would foolishly say it. Since his wife had a grudge with Chaole, she still couldn't let go. She didn't like anything else she was, and she would say something in his ear from time to time. Today, she was afraid that she would smell the fragrance that came over there and feel unbalanced.

"Mom, mom, stop talking. My nose is not blocked. How could I not smell it? I drooled so much that I was even hungry. But there was nothing we could do. We couldn't eat it. It would be better to fantasize about the things that people made in our homes."

Wu Dawa is not a stupid person. He is eight years old this year. He remembers that her mother went to the door of someone else's house to eat dried sweet potatoes. Later, his mother and Chaole have never dealt with each other. But now his parents are working in the workshop. Several friends he has a good relationship with will say Chaole from time to time. Perhaps their elders admire Chaole very much and are grateful to Chaole. They have money and are respected by the villagers. There is no benefit in fighting with them. So even if they smell the smell and are greedy, he forces himself to endure it and try to enlighten his mother.

Wu Fangfang snorted coldly as she listened to her son's words, but at least she didn't continue to say anything, but she had plans in her heart.

...

In the yard, everyone was eating too much.

Especially Mu Huaijin and Qin Xiujie, the former is a foodie himself, while the latter is not to be outdone. The two of them seem to have been deeply rooted in the face of the wheat.

"Uncle, eat food." Lu Wuyou walked to Qin Xiujie.

Listening to his nephew's words, Qin Xiujie was embarrassed again. He felt that the image of his uncle in front of his nephew was so frustrated after coming to the courtyard.

However, he would not refuse his nephew's kindness. After yesterday's incident, he had already become closer to his nephew unconsciously. When he met each other, he could greet each other. Then he would ask his children about something and get answers.

"Lu Fan, let's go and digest food too." Mu Huaijin looked at Lu Wuyou for a while and shouted at Lu Fan beside him.

The two young and old went out of the courtyard together to eat outside.

When Zhao's mother and Uncle Zhao came to clean up, Chaole happened to go back to the room and get his pajamas out.

"This is a pajama made for you, and it's more comfortable to sleep when you change into this one." It's actually good to be a slut in this era, but she has a bit of a petty bourgeois idea. With her identity as a designer, she mainly wanted to make a set of pajamas for herself, but she felt that it was not good to leave the other three, so she made one for them.

Anyway, no matter what, as long as it is Chaole's made, Lu Jingyan will happily accept it, and this time it will be the same.

"You didn't have a good rest because of this?" After touching the silk material, it was smooth and cool and comfortable, and my heart was warm. So far, Chaole had made clothes for him among the people close to him, but he had no intention and was simple and straightforward. He did it for him.

"Okay, can you stop worrying about this matter? I'll go back to the room and get some rest. You can arrange the things yourself." Then he turned around and went back to the room.

Originally, Lu Jingyan planned to let Chaole go out for a walk and digest food with him, but thinking that Chaole didn't eat much, and she wanted to make up for her sleep, she didn't call him.

Chaole stopped going, and Lu Jingyan was not overeating, so he simply went back to the room to take a nap.

Instead of taking a nap immediately, I went to the study to grind the ink and quickly wrote two letters, called the secret guards sent by my uncle, and handed one of them to the other party, "Be sure to deliver them to my uncle in person. This letter cannot be handled by anyone other than you on the way, do you understand?"

"I understand, and I will deliver the letter to the adults with my own hands." The man in black clasped his fists with his hands, and his figure disappeared into the study as soon as he finished speaking.

Another letter Lu Jingyan handed over to Uncle Zhao.

Yes, Uncle Zhao is not only a servant in the courtyard, but also a person given to Chu Lingxuan.

After sending off the two letters, Lu Jingyan went back to his room to take a nap and lay on the bed. However, he began to think about it in his heart, hoping that the plan would go smoothly, otherwise, he would be unable to stay in Xiatao Village.
Chapter completed!