Dad Haitang's chicken was quickly processed and stewed.
There is a warm aroma coming out of the pot.
"Don't worry, it will be better soon." Haitang's father said to Haitang with a smile.
When the daughter came back, the father was afraid that he wouldn't be able to take care of her, so he brought out all the delicious food at home. Even some pig head meat saved during the New Year, Haitang's father took it out from the snow and prepared to steam it.
Eat crabapples.
"I haven't eaten meat for a long time." Haitang's father smiled and said to Haitang, "Eat more this time, don't worry."
Haitang knows what it's like to live in poverty. For a poor family, they only eat pork head once a year.
This dad has spent a lot of money and brought out everything he had at home. Just because of Haitang's words, he didn't know what meat tasted like for a long time.
"This is reserved for my son. I don't even want to eat it. Put it back quickly. My son is growing taller and is really not tall. How can I fix it? No matter how much you, a girl, eats, this will be the end of it." The stepmother was unhappy again when she saw the pig head meat.
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Haitang smiled in her heart, her son had already exceeded the standard horizontally, and he might not be able to grow vertically.
Haitang's father ignored these, cooked the chicken, and steamed the pig head meat immediately. He must let Haitang eat enough. Seeing that she is still alive, there is nothing happier than this. Even if he wants to eat his own meat, he is willing to do so.
Give.
"Mom, I eat chicken too, I want to eat chicken..." The fat son could no longer resist the temptation of the smell of stewed chicken.
"Okay, Mom, let me get you a big chicken drumstick." The stepmother said as she tried to lift the lid of the pot, but Father Haitang used firewood to push it back.
"No one can touch my girl before she eats it, not even a piece of chicken skin."
The head of the family had already spoken, so the mother and son had no choice but to endure it for now.
"Your father still cares about you." Datong whispered in Haitang's ear.
The stepmother didn't hear what they said, but saw the way they spoke, and thought to herself, what bad idea did this poor son-in-law have to let Haitang play in the autumn wind here.
She was not willing to take out the chicken and pig head meat.
I really hate Bai Haitang, especially when she ran away on the way to the brothel.
Now I look like a poor man again. I come back to eat and drink from home, and I still have to take home food!
This home becomes your home!
After the pig's head meat was steamed, Haitang's father fried a few more side dishes, all of which were vegetarian. Then he sprinkled the pig's head meat with soy sauce and served it with stewed chicken.
Everyone sat on small chairs and gathered around the small table, which was so damaged that it was almost cracked and ready to eat.
"I'm happy today, come and drink some wine with me. Come on, uncle, you can drink some wine with me too." Father Haitang took out a can of wine from the cellar.
"Put the wine back. It was sent by my mother-in-law. I can only drink it when my mother-in-law comes, not just any unknown son-in-law." The stepmother looked at Datong and Han with disdain unhappily.
Begonia.
When people are poor, they are looked down upon by others.
The stepmother snatched the wine jar and placed it on the ground next to her. For a moment, she did not dare to leave the table, staring at the chicken and pig head meat.
"I'm going to pour a bowl of water." Haitang stood up and kicked the wine jar to pieces.
"Oh, I have bad eyesight, so I kicked your wine can into pieces. I'm so sorry." Haitang pretended to be horrified.
I really wanted to laugh when I saw my stepmother's expression that she wanted to have an attack but didn't know how, and her eyes were about to pop out with anger.
"Your eyes have grown to the back of your head!" the stepmother finally said.