Don't be too sweet

Chapter 1593 Harm Yourself ([-])

Chapter 1593 Harm Yourself ([-])
"Actually, these chickens...are they okay if they've been deep-fried?" Zhang Qiaoshou said weakly.

He Shanshan and the others fixed their gazes on Zhang Qiaoshou.

"Look... not everyone who eats this kind of chicken gets sick," Zhang Qiaoshou said weakly again.

"Mom!" He Shanshan's face darkened, how could such a thing be a gamble on luck? ? !
"I didn't sell it to anyone else, I just fried one and ate it in the morning to see if I would get sick or something," Zhang Qiaoshou frowned.

He Shanshan: "!!!"

"Mom, how could you harm yourself?!" She only managed to say that for a while.

"As long as I don't hurt others, what's the matter?" Zhang Qiaoshou glared at He Shanshan.

"But you are father's wife, right? Are you our mother? You are not hurting yourself, but us. We will be worried and sad," He Shanshan grasped the rhythm of her speech and stared at her seriously. Looking at Zhang Qiao's hands and eyes, he spoke directly into everyone's hearts.

Zhang Qiaoshou: "...I was wrong, but I ate all of this chicken... Now let me vomit... I guess I have almost digested it."

"mother!"

He Shanshan wanted to hide her feet.

He Leiluo couldn't help eating it, and He Guangming frowned.

He Shanshan, He Guangming, and He Qianqian all cast their eyes on Yang Jiu, hoping that Yang Jiu would help Zhang Qiao to feel his pulse.

Yang Jiu nodded and stepped forward.

Zhang Qiao waved his hand: "I've been eating this for half an hour, and I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere, so don't look at it."

He Shanshan just stared at Zhang Qiaoshou with everyone.

Zhang Qiaoshou felt uncomfortable being looked at by her husband, children and grandchildren, so she sat on the chair stiffly, and put her hand on the small table beside her to feel her pulse.

Yang Jiu took Zhang Qiao's pulse seriously and said: "Some cold air enters the body, but there is no serious illness."

"Look, look, am I okay?" Zhang Qiaoshou also breathed a sigh of relief.

"No matter what, we know that those chickens are sick, so we can't sell them anymore," He Xiangqian made a decision.

He Leiluo nodded distressedly: "Yes, Dad is right, we can't make such unscrupulous money."

"You see, I'm fine if I eat it, why don't we eat it ourselves?" Zhang Qiaoshou said again.

He Shanshan rolled her eyes: "I'll pile firewood later and burn those chickens."

Zhang Qiaoshou glared at He Shanshan angrily, and then everyone stared at her, making her look away uncomfortably.

"Okay, okay, if you don't eat, you all, don't look at me like this," Zhang Qiao waved his hand.

"Mother, although you are harming your own body, do you know that if this chicken plague is infected by humans, it will be contagious. What will happen to your father who lives with you? Will it be contagious? And The eldest brother, eldest sister-in-law, second brother, second sister-in-law who live in the same yard with you, and the children in the stomachs of the two sister-in-laws!"

He Shanshan couldn't help but become more and more moved as she spoke, bringing some sincere appeals.

Zhang Qiaoshou couldn't help blushing, and waved his hand: "I know, I know, don't talk about it, don't you want to eat those chicken assemblies?"

He Shanshan breathed a sigh of relief, but she was still worried, so she looked at He Qianqian.

People of the older generation are reluctant to waste food. After all, they have come from hard times. She can understand it, but she doesn't agree with it.

"Second brother, are you going to open a shop in the town today?" He Shanshan asked.

"The ingredients for the chicken are gone, our family doesn't make tofu, and the five uncles' family is not in the mood to make tofu right now, so for now... just take a few days off?" He Leiluo said cautiously.

He Shanshan: "..." Okay, she won't tell his second brother's desire to be lazy.

(End of this chapter)