dumb wife farming

Chapter 799
These two people came to ask questions inexplicably, Song Yao always felt that it was not that simple.

"That's it..." Although Yang Lizheng's face was somewhat disappointed, it seemed that he still didn't believe it.

"Uncle Lizheng, I don't know why you are looking for us?" Shen An asked, feeling that they were looking more and more at him this time.

"No...it's nothing..." Yang Lizheng thought for a while, Aunt Lizheng kept pinching him behind his clothes. He originally wanted to ask, but when he saw Shen An's unconscious left arm, he couldn't help it. After thinking about it, I still didn't ask.

"Grandpa, there are chicken legs!" Just as Yang Li was about to take his mother-in-law and grandson away, Yang Wentao suddenly saw the little chicken legs on the dinner table.

Shen An killed a chicken, and the two small chicken legs were reserved for Zhuang Zhuang, but Zhuang Zhuang had just eaten one, and the other was still in his small bowl right now, and Yang Wentao saw the small chicken legs He couldn't walk anymore, he refused to go, and finally just sat on the ground, as if he would not leave without giving.

Seeing her like this, Song Yao also frowned slightly.

"The food in your family is really good. Young people just don't know how to live. This man's arms are not good. Yaoyao, you don't know how to save a little." Aunt Lizheng looked back from the chicken leg and looked at Song Yao said in a strange way.

Song Yao clenched her fist tightly, not letting herself get angry.

"Auntie said yes, but I've never been able to live. If there is no rice at home in the future, I might go to your house to borrow some!" Song Yao deliberately tilted her head and said, looking very serious.

When Aunt Lizheng heard this, she looked at Song Yao warily.

Song Yao leaned against Shen An's side, smiling softly.

"Ah..." But while the adults were talking, Yang Wentao's child had already climbed onto the chair and slid the chicken leg down, watching his dusty hands grabbing the chicken leg, Zhuang Zhuang held the little one He leaned towards Qin Jin's legs, but kept staring fiercely at Yang Wentao.

"What are you staring at? Your family is very rich. Don't you just eat a chicken leg?" Yang Wentao scooped it up and gnawed on it. Seeing that Zhuang Zhuang was still staring at him, he snorted, "Don't think I'm easy to deceive." , my grandma said that your family is very rich, so I want your family to donate 1000 taels to open a school in the village!"

Shen An frowned, and looked at Yang Lizheng and his wife.

"Anzi, this is a child's nonsense, don't take it seriously." Yang Lizheng waved his hand immediately: "We don't know you are like this now."

"His father, he still eats chicken legs, why..." Aunt Lizheng hadn't finished speaking before she was dragged out by Yang Lizheng.Yang Wentao followed behind and slowly gnawed on the drumstick, wishing he could swallow all the bones.

"So I came here to ask for money." Song Yao shook her head, and while talking, went to change Zhuang Zhuang's bowl and chopsticks in person.

"The big tree attracts the wind. You are probably the richest in the village. Naturally, I asked you to do the surgery." Qin Jin sat on the side, watching his son climb up the high chair obediently, and then he looked away.

"It's not the way to ask for money. After all, no one's money is blown by the wind." Song Yao sighed.

Because of this little episode, everyone started to eat again, but what they didn't expect was that in just one afternoon, the word in the village had long since spread.

(End of this chapter)