Back to 1984: I built a chicken farm on a barren mountain.

Chen Wenfeng slept soundly until 11 a.m. the next day.

When I got up, my limbs still felt a little sore.

Chen Wenfeng pushed the bicycle out from behind the stone house, put the roast chicken into a bag, and hung it on the handlebars again.

The case of beer was strapped to the back seat just like it had been the night before.

Riding his bicycle, Chen Wenfeng whistled as he went home.

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When Chen Wenfeng brought the roast chicken in, his mother, Wang Guizhi, was preparing lunch.

He smiled and took a roast chicken out of the bag, saying:

"Mom, add a meat dish today!"

When my mother saw the roast chicken, her eyes lit up. After all, roast chicken was a rare treat in the countryside these days.

My younger brother Wenshui and younger sister Xiaofang both ran out of the east room, scrambling to eat.

The mother stopped her younger siblings, her expression hesitant.

Wang Guizhi was conflicted; she wanted the children to try the roast chicken, but she also wanted to send some to her mother-in-law.

Her relationship with her mother-in-law wasn't very harmonious, but she always respected the elderly.

Even though the old lady would occasionally cause some trouble, she tried her best to tolerate it.

Chen Wenfeng understood his mother's thoughts, of course.

In my past life, my parents always prioritized the elderly.

Even though Grandma's heart is biased towards Uncle's family, it's almost biased towards Grandma's family.

Moreover, whenever their parents asked for their opinions, all three of them would say to give it to their grandmother first.

This sense of self-evident truth is a perception ingrained in the bones of a generation or even several generations.

But this time it won't work. If it's like the previous life, then the rebirth will have been in vain.

This kind of reciprocity requires mutual understanding and support.

Chen Wenfeng immediately said:

"Mom, you can decide how to divide what I brought back."

It is said that a mother and son are of one heart, and Wang Guizhi instantly understood her son's thoughts.

She was already hesitant, and after hearing her son's words, the scales naturally tipped in her favor of the child.

Without saying a word, Chen Wenfeng quickly took the two chicken legs off his body and gave one to each of his younger brother and sister.

My younger siblings grabbed the chicken leg and started munching on it. It smelled so good!

Seeing her two children eating so happily, Wang Guizhi felt both pleased and ashamed. Who wouldn't want their children to eat better?

"Wenfeng, I haven't asked you yet, this roast chicken must have cost a lot of money."

Wang Guizhi calmed herself down and asked.

"It didn't cost me any money; it was a gift from a friend."

Chen Wenfeng then briefly explained how Wu Jiajun had delivered the roast chicken and beer.

Chen Shouyi, who had been hiding in the house without making a sound, pretended to have just woken up and came out of the house.

He had actually heard everything about the roast chicken, but what could he say?

Although the concept of filial piety bound him tightly, his wife's behavior was impeccable.

He also often felt indebted to the children.

It wasn't until Chen Wenfeng mentioned beer that his craving was piqued, and he said:

"I often hear people talk about beer, but I've never tasted it and don't know what it tastes like."

Chen Wenfeng found his father's crooked neck and unsteady gait particularly amusing.

"Dad, your back is better now!"

"Okay, it's just a little bit tight."

"And what happened to your neck?"

"Um, well, I slept in the afternoon and got a stiff neck..."

Chen Wenfeng thought to himself, "My dad doesn't usually take afternoon naps. The rules in the Chen family have changed quite a bit lately."

Taking a nap is a normal thing, but Chen Shouyi is the kind of person with lots of energy, so he rarely takes a nap at noon.

Chen Wenfeng couldn't help but sigh, his father was getting old and his energy wasn't what it used to be.

He didn't notice that just as his father said he was going to take a nap, his mother, Wang Guizhi, suddenly blushed.

"I'll go chill the beer first."

Chen Wenfeng took a few bottles of beer from the back of his bicycle, drew a bucket of cold well water, and put the green sticks in it.

Chen Shouyi couldn't resist and gestured to his son to leave a bottle to taste first.

Chen Wenfeng took another bottle from the bucket and used two chopsticks to forcefully poke the bottle cap from bottom to top.

As the bottle cap fell off, the beer foam overflowed.

Chen Shouyi saw the beer foam spilling out and kept saying how regrettable it was.

Chen Wenfeng took a bowl, filled it, and handed it to his father, saying:

"Dad, try it and see what it tastes like."

"Mmm, it's delicious and thirst-quenching. Although the flavor is a bit mild, it's still very tasty."

Chen Shouyi picked up the bowl, took a big gulp, and said.

Wang Guizhi saw that the beer looked fresh and took a sip.

Chen Wenfeng asked Wang Guizhi:

"Mom, is this beer good?"

Wang Guizhi frowned and said:

"What's so good about it? It tastes like swill."

Chen Shouyi was chugging a beer from a bottle when he heard his wife say that, and he spat it out.

The whole family burst into laughter.

At the dinner table, Chen Wenfeng took out another roast chicken.

Wang Guizhi was surprised. How come there was another one?

Chen Wenfeng laughed and said, "I was originally going to save some for Zhou Zhiming, but since we like it, let's share it first."

Wang Guizhi said:

"He can eat even if we don't save any for him. He had lunch here yesterday, and Grandma Zhou went out. He should be back in a bit. He also brought a little black dog with him yesterday, saying it was yours."

"Yes, it's my dog, his name is Chen Xiaohei."

As soon as the name Chen Xiaohei was uttered, cheerful barking echoed in the yard—not the usual woofing, but rather a soft, childlike sound.

Then, a small black fur ball darted into the house, wagging its tail and circling around Chen Wenfeng's feet.

Needless to say, Zhou Zhiming arrived with Chen Xiaohei.

Zhou Zhiming said with a smile that he had come to freeload a meal, and Wang Guizhi replied:

"Wen Feng has been to your house for meals countless times, haven't he? No need to be so polite, sit down quickly. Wen Feng brought back roast chicken and beer."

Upon seeing the beer, Zhou Zhiming said:

"My uncle said that beer is already available in town, and he's going to get some in the next couple of days. He also said that they're having a promotion right now, something like a bottle cap raffle!"

Chen Wenfeng then remembered that when beer was just becoming popular, manufacturers were all running prize redemption programs.

This strategy is actually similar to the "buy one get one free" promotion that a certain black tea and green tea brand later launched, but it happened much earlier.

It seems that these marketing methods will never go out of style, they just need to be slightly modified.

He hurriedly went to find the bottle cap that had fallen earlier, picked it up, looked at it, and said with a smile:

"I'm having good luck."

After saying that, he showed it to everyone, and they saw two words printed on the inside of the bottle cap:

Five cents.

These two simple words piqued everyone's interest, and everyone was eager to try their luck.

Chen Wenfeng really liked the atmosphere. He took out all the beer that was soaking in the bucket and also took out the remaining bottles of beer from the box.

Clang! A bottle opener landed at my feet.

Manager Li is truly meticulous; he lives up to his nickname, Old Li.

Chen Wenfeng picked up a bottle opener, ready to let everyone open a bottle.

"How about we bet on something?"

Wang Guizhi suggested, as she was caught up in the emotions of the crowd and became unusually enthusiastic.

"Whoever wins the biggest prize gets to eat the chicken leg."

As expected of a foodie, Chen Xiaofang, the younger sister, knew that she had already eaten a large chicken leg, and there was definitely no way she would get any more.

In her anxiety, she was possessed by a spirit and came up with this idea.

"good!!"

So everyone decided to distribute the roast chicken according to the size of the prize money.

And so, lunchtime turned into a lucky draw.

The results, in the order the bottles were opened, are as follows:

Chen Shouyi: Second Role

Wang Guizhi: Another bottle, please.

Chen Wenfeng: Thank you for your patronage (the first bottle doesn't count).

Zhou Zhiming: Another bottle, please.

Chen Wenshui: Five cents

Chen Xiaofang: Thank you for your patronage.

The odds of winning are already quite high.

But Chen Xiaofang was not happy about it, which meant that her chicken leg was definitely out of the question.

She knew very well that currently only her older brother and she had the smallest prizes.

Therefore, even if her parents gave up their share, Zhou Zhiming and Chen Wenshui would never give it to her.

Just as she was about to burst into tears, she saw Chen Xiaohei having a great time playing in the room.

At that moment, the God of Food possessed her once more; she forced back her tears and shouted:

"I want to draw one more time. The last one was for Xiao Hei, for Xiao Hei!"