Yuan Chun glanced at her and said, "My two yuan didn't just buy a chicken, but saved a lot of trouble."
Wang Cui didn't understand, "Mom, what do you mean by that?"
"What else could it mean? Can't your stupid brain think for a moment? Our family eats meat every day, isn't it natural for people to wonder?"
"If I don't spend money buying chickens a few more times in the village, how do you explain the aroma of meat wafting from our house every day?"
Yuan Chun glared at her disdainfully, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry and tie the chickens to the tree trunk under the peach tree."
In the yard, there was a peach tree, at the base of which were two chickens tied up.
All purchased by Yuan Chun in the village.
No matter the size, each cost two yuan.
Wang Cui somewhat understood the meaning behind her mother-in-law's words. She tied the chickens, then went to the kitchen to check the fire. In the pot was old hen stewed with radish soup, and two trays of steamed buns.
