Unlimited Supplies: Take the Space Supermarket To Support the Right Minister

  Is Chapter 137 so sloppy?

   Sun Wuye is a good old man, yes, a warm-hearted old man, Yu Xiaolian can see it.

  Thinking of the coming disaster, Yu Xiaolian intentionally reminded her.

  In the gap between Sun Wuye and her grandmother chatting, he interjected, "I heard from the old monk in the Yangcheng temple that there will be a severe drought in the north this year, and it will be particularly severe."

   Sun Wuye glanced at Yu Xiaolian, and said gently, "There was so much snow last winter, how could there be a drought? Do you understand that auspicious snow is a sign of a good year?"

  Yu Xiaolian put on an innocent look, "That old monk can predict the future, and many big families in Yangcheng have asked him for fortune-telling. Is fifth grandfather more powerful than the old monk?"

   Sun Wuye laughed out loud at being teased by Yu Xiaolian, and said loudly that he was much better than the old monk.

  Yu Xiaolian reminded him several times, but Sun Wuye thought that he had been a farmer all his life, so he knew at a glance whether the year was good or not, and he said that this year was a good year.

  Yu Xiaolian had no choice but to stop bringing up this topic.

  Man's fate is destined by God.

  Some people, some things, can only be touched upon.

  In the evening, Mrs. Sun deliberately cooked a lot of food, which was very rich, and asked Yu Xiaolian to invite Sun Wuye and his family to dinner.

   Mrs. Sun cooked six dishes, all of which were served in pots, and each dish contained meat. When you invite someone to dinner, you have to eat oily and watery dishes.

   Sun asked Yu Xiaolian to take out a few bottles of Laobaigan in the supermarket and pour them into Sun Fengshou's wine gourd, intending to let these men have a drink tonight.

   "Go to your fifth grandpa's house to move the stool."

   "I still have to get the bowls and chopsticks."

  Ms. Sun ordered Yu Xiaolian and Xiaohuzi while serving the dishes.

  With the help of a few grandsons from Mr. Sun Wuye's family, they quickly moved the bench over, and then went to fetch the bowls and chopsticks.

   A group of radish heads are like little moving ants, very cheerful.

  Wait for the adults to take their seats in the house, and the table for their children in the yard was also full.

  Yu Xiaolian also put the hanging stove peanuts, melon seeds and nougat on the plate, and distributed the sour plum juice she poured into the water ladle in advance to each child's bowl.

  The little grandchildren of Mr. Sun Wuye's family had long stared at the meat and vegetables, but Yu Xiaolian didn't sit down, and they didn't dare to pick up the vegetables.

   After Yu Xiaolian poured the plum juice for them, she realized that they were all sitting upright, staring straight at the things on the table, but with their hands on their laps and no chopsticks.

   "Eat it! Why don't you eat it?"

  Yu Xiaolian put braised pork in everyone's bowls, then picked a piece for herself, and ate it.

   This meat is made by her mother, and it is made with braised pork sauce from the supermarket. It is always delicious.

   "Wow, this meat is so delicious!"

   "Yeah, it's much more delicious than grandpa's baby salted fish!"

   "The ribs are delicious too!"

   "It turns out that Aunt Fang's cooking is so delicious, sister Lian, you are so happy to be a child of Aunt Fang!"

  Yu Xiaolian grinned, she thought so too!

  Little Huzi took a sip of sour plum juice, "This is delicious, sister Xiao Lian, can you drink something so delicious every day in Yangcheng?"

   "It counts!"

  She doesn’t actually drink plum juice very much. Her favorite is cold beer, but considering that her body is still small, she has never dared to drink it secretly.

   "Wow, sister Lian can drink such delicious things every day?"

   "Sister Lian, you are so happy? Is your family still short of children?"

  Sun Wuye's youngest grandson said in a childish voice, "I really want to be Aunt Fang's son, so I can eat these delicious foods every day."

   "I really want to be Aunt Fang's daughter. If I can eat such delicious pork ribs every day, I will die of happiness."

   "Then let's finish our meal and go find our bride?"

   "Okay, okay!"

   "I'm going too, I want to change my mother too."

  Yu Xiaolian: "..."

  Is it so sloppy?

   I don’t know how her mother felt when she found out that she had several sons after a meal?

  The eldest grandson of Fifth Master Sun glanced at the youngest brothers and sisters. It seems that your buttocks are very itchy?

  The big ones cast complicated glances at the little ones who were gulping their mouths.

  Brothers: Eat more this meal, remember the happy time now.

  The children ate fast, and soon the younger ones were full, and then the younger ones checked each other's eyes, and then ran to the adult's table together.

  Sun Erji's wife and Sun Sanji's daughter-in-law, seeing their children running over, were afraid that the children would make trouble and make their father-in-law angry.

   Then he saw his son go past them, and timidly called out to Sun Chunfang.

   "...mother is here!" Sanji's daughter-in-law couldn't help but speak.

   Several youngsters said in unison, "We want Aunt Fang to be our mother!"

   Could it be that these children were tainted with alcohol and drunk?

   Erji's wife and Sanji's wife looked at each other, what should I do? Do you want to fight?

  It seems bad to beat a child in someone else's house.

  Then go home and call again?

  When the two of them made eye contact, the boys called Sun Chunfang several times, and they became more and more smooth.

  The one in Sun Erji's family is slightly older, already seven years old, and he still knows how to adopt, so he begged his own mother to adopt him to Sun Chunfang as a son.

   Seeing his father's face darkened, Sun Erji put the wine bowl heavily on the spot, got up and walked out with his little boy.

  Seeing this, Sun Sanji's wife dragged her two children away.

   After a while, symphonies sounded one after another in the courtyard next door.

   Ups and downs, especially miserable.

  Little Huzi snorted, "Brother Mancang told me just now that their buttocks were itchy, so it meant they were going to be beaten."

   "Your mother has cooked so many meals, how about your Aunt Fang cook one?"

   "Conquered you with just one meal? See how promising you are?"

   "Father, stop beating, I won't continue..."

  Sun Manzhi begged for mercy loudly. Although he felt that his mother's one hundred meals were not as good as his Aunt Fang's, he dared not tell the truth. His **** was about to bloom, so it was important to keep his **** first.

  A dog does not dislike a poor family, and a son does not dislike an ugly mother.

  Sun Erji felt that his son was that little greedy dog, the kind that others could just take a piece of meat and bone and try it out.

   Changing parents for a meal, this kid can't do without beating up.

  Sun Erji felt that the youngest son had to be subdued, otherwise the boy would be easily denied by his relatives for a little food in the future.

  He is not like his elder brother who has three sons. He has only one son, and he can't be abducted after a meal.

  Sun Sanji’s daughter-in-law was just symbolic, spanking Manyuan and Yiyi a few times, not as ruthless as his second brother. After all, the two youngest in his family, one is five years old and the other is only three years old.

  Although the beating was light, they couldn't help crying loudly. Sun Manyuan and Sun Yiyi cried much louder than Sun Manzhi.

   It can be said that Sun Manzhi's crying was completely covered.

   Sanji’s daughter-in-law was very speechless, so he slapped their butts lightly twice, wondering how badly they had been beaten.

  The two younger ones were beaten for no reason, they felt confused and were beaten, and naturally felt aggrieved and wanted to cry.

  Is it wrong for them to change their mothers?

  (end of this chapter)