The First Thousand and Eighty-Six Chapters 8 Can Not Hit the Relationship

Xu Jinfeng was stared at inexplicably, and she was right, how can you accept gift money for a second marriage, there is no such rule, otherwise everyone will stop working, get married today and leave tomorrow, and get married and divorce the day after tomorrow, and get married and divorce again , got married seven or eight times, and got rich.

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"Mom, you can't eat the meat in the throat, the little girl said that eating it is not good for people."

Xu Jinfeng also went into the kitchen, and when she saw that her mother-in-law hadn't cleaned the sides of the chicken feet, she tried to persuade her.

"These are all meat, why is it bad? Xiaonan is a little girl who knows a lot, and she will definitely eat it when it is cooked."

Zhang Manyue didn't listen at all, she had eaten it all her life, and she was not poisoned to death. The granddaughter said that because she thought there was less meat here. This girl is more picky than the emperor.

"Xiaonan knows a lot. She can also recite a lot of Tang poems. Mom, what do you recite? You don't even know who wrote the geese." Xu Jinfeng was not convinced. It cannot be said that the girl is not good.

Zhang Manyue was still a little guilty at first, but when she heard the goose goose goose, her back straightened immediately, she chopped the kitchen knife on the chopping board, put her hands on her hips, and shouted angrily: "I don't know? Goose goose goose is written by the sixth child." Yes, your sixth uncle is not good at work, he is very good at writing poetry!"

Everyone sitting in the living room heard this thunderous sound. Principal Shou just took a sip of tea and spit it out with a bewildered expression.

Is his memory gone wrong?

Maybe what people said was not the goose goose he thought.

"Mom, which goose are you talking about? Is it the goose whose anthurium peeled off Qingbo? It was written by a man named Wang. Why did he have something to do with Uncle Six? Uncle Six can only write crooked poems for widows .”

Xu Jinfeng muttered in a volume that everyone could hear, Tang Shaozheng outside couldn't sit still, coughed heavily, reminding the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the kitchen to pay attention to their words and deeds.

And how could this goose get involved in him, although he is talented, but not to the point of writing poems that have been handed down through the ages, and his third sister-in-law thinks highly of him too much.

Zhang Manyue in the kitchen also yelled: "I don't know which goose it is, your father said it, and that goose goose goose was written by your sixth uncle. You should quickly light the fire and steam this chicken."

Although Zhang Manyue said that her granddaughter knew a lot, when chopping the chicken, she still cleaned off the meat on the neck of the chicken, chopped up a large pot, and steamed it in the pot.

Tang Shao, who was outside the house, stared at his third brother in astonishment, and said angrily: "Third brother, what are you talking about with third sister-in-law? I wrote this poem, I don't have the ability."

"Didn't you say that, two years ago when I played chess, I said it was written by Li Bai, but you said it was written by you, so I am talking nonsense." Tang Baishan was not happy.

"Nonsense, when did I say that..."

Tang Shaozheng's voice stopped abruptly, and he patted his forehead annoyedly. He remembered it, but he said it casually when he was impatient. His stupid third brother actually took it seriously, and he made a fool of himself today.

"Principal Shou, I was joking with my third brother."

Tang Shaozheng hurriedly explained that Principal Shou laughed until tears came out, this family is really interesting.

Next to him, Tang Baishan continued to ask persistently, "Lao Liu, who wrote it if it wasn't you?"

"Lord Luo Bin!" Tang Shaozheng said patiently.

"Which one is King Luo Bin? What does it have to do with Li Bai?"

"A relationship that cannot be reached with eight poles."

Tang Shaozheng was getting bored to death, his third brother knew Li Bai, and wished he could put the three hundred capitals of Tang poems on Li Bai's head, but his third brother would only read a song about Goose Goose and Hoe Wo Ri Da Noon.