It was time for dinner again. Zhang Xiaohong finished work early today. Because there was no rice at home, she went to the rice shop on the street to buy rice.

Wang Chong started to boil water by himself and prepared to cook grass heads.

Regarding these grass heads, Zhang Xiaohong originally did not support eating them. In her opinion, this is indeed grass, and she will not be able to digest the stomach after eating them.

But she couldn't resist Wang Chong, and finally agreed helplessly. She thought that his son could not swallow the taste of grass head, so he would definitely not eat it.

Wang Chong quickly cooked the grass head, which tasted very fragrant. There were several earthworms squeezed out of the soil. Because the earthworms were filled with soil, they had to squeeze the soil clean before they could be eaten. The taste was even worse than that of insects, but they were very nutritious, and this kind of thing was easy to digest.

Looking at his masterpiece, Wang Chong couldn't help but sigh, feeling that it was like a dark dish.

At this time, the door opened and Zhang Xiaohong walked in with a smile: "Son, we are so lucky."

"What's wrong?"

"The rice shop owner gave us two more kilograms of rice."

Wang Chong opened the rice and saw that there were a few rice insects inside. He smelled a scent and looked like it was a ginger. He thought it was rice that was not easy to sell in the store, so he sold it at a cheap price.

"Although this rice has been left for a long time, it has not become moldy." Zhang Xiaohong said, smiling and said, "Guess what else did I buy for you?"

Wang Chong smelled it and said in surprise: "It's the smell of chicken legs."

"It's my son's goodness, I'll bring you a chicken leg."

Zhang Xiaohong took out a chicken leg wrapped in oil paper from behind like a magic trick. He opened the oil paper and the fragrance of the chicken leg of the white-slayed chicken suddenly wafted out.

It's so fragrant.

Wang Chong still remembers that the last time he ate meat, it was the first seventh day of Aunt Sun's death. That day, Zhang Xiaohong helped to get the funeral. Uncle Ma Wu kept them for a meal. There was a bowl of braised pork on the table. He and Zhang Xiaohong ate several pieces.

Originally, when Aunt Sun was not dead, they could eat some meat every now and then because her son-in-law raised pigs and sold pork, and the most deficient thing at home was pork. Not to mention fish meat, Uncle Ma Wu often went to the river to fish. After touching the fish, Aunt Sun would give it to Zhang Xiaohong with crucian carp, saying that Wang Xiaoyu would replenish her body.

Now that Aunt Sun is dead, Uncle Ma Wu has also lived with his daughter. The mother and son have no help. Wang Chong has forgotten the taste of the meat.

"Mom, our family has no money, how did you buy chicken legs?" Wang Chong asked with his head raised.

"I found a job in a tavern on the street to help wash dishes in the kitchen. They promised to give me fifteen cents a month. Although the money was not much, they promised me that I could bring back the leftover food that the guests had, so that we could eat enough in the future."

As he said that, Zhang Xiaohong opened the chicken legs and said, "Eat it, this was given to me by the boss's wife, she is a good person."

"Mom, you work so hard, you can eat it." Wang Chong shook his head: "I've cooked the grass head, it's very fragrant."

When Zhang Xiaohong saw it, she was also surprised. Isn’t this kind of grass? I didn’t expect it to be quite fragrant when cooked.

She tried to take a bite with chopsticks, and was stunned. The mouth was very tender and tasted better than vegetables. She didn't feel as astringent and hard to swallow as other weeds.

Why does this kid seem to know so much?

Zhang Xiaohong looked at Wang Chong in surprise and felt that although her son was young, he was really sensible. Thinking back, she seemed to have never bothered her since she was a child. She understood many things without teaching herself.

Maybe, this is the poor children who have already become the family. Zhang Xiaohong thought to himself.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the door was suddenly kicked open, and Wang Dayong was thrown in like a dead dog. There were three big men standing outside the door. The leader had a big mole on his forehead. He glared at Wang Chong and Zhang Xiaohong when he came in: "Dayong, is this your son?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhuo, you take him away. I... I will find a way to repay you for the remaining money." Wang Dayong's face was covered in blood, and he curled up with his body and struggled.

"Hmph, although I have lost a little weight, I look very clever. Okay, I will accept your son and go to work in my house!" Mr. Zhuo nodded with satisfaction.

"Wait, what do you want to do?" Zhang Xiaohong said in front of Wang Chong.

"Your husband lost a lot of money in my gambling house, and asked me to borrow fifty taels of silver."

"Five...50 taels..." Zhang Xiaohong's face turned pale. She would never make so much money in her life. She immediately glared at Wang Dayong: "Where did you get so much money?"

"I'll borrow it." Mr. Zhuo took out a piece of paper, "It's written in black and white. I owe me fifty taels and there are his finger marks on it. Will I, Zhuo Fu, still lie to you? Your husband is not paying for it yet. Just right, he said that he can pay for it. My place just needs some slaves to work, so your son will take my house."

"No, this is my son. You can't take him away. He lost the bet and let him pay it back by himself."

"Bang!"

Zhang Xiaohong just finished speaking, Wang Dayong stood up and slapped him and said, "Men do things, why are you women making trouble? How can I be so unlucky because of you. Oh, as soon as I come back, I don't have anything to eat at home. I'm not at home, so I've eaten chicken legs!"

Wang Dayong picked up the chicken legs on the table and chewed them, saying, "Master Zhuo, take this kid away, he will work for you. Don't be polite, he can do anything."

Wang Chong glared at Wang Dayong, thought for a while, and shouted quickly: "I am sick, you take me with me, I'm afraid I can't do my job, and I'll infect you."

"Hehe, the little kid is so young that he can lie, take him away!"

Zhuo Fu would not believe the words of a child of a few years old. With a command, two strong men rushed up. Zhang Xiaohong wanted to come and stop him, but Wang Dayong rushed forward and beat Zhang Xiaohong with a sharp blow.

"Don't catch me, don't catch me..."

Wang Chong struggled to break free, but he was a child, but he was not as strong as these adults, so he was quickly caught and taken out.

"Little kid, don't be afraid. Go to my house and have delicious food and drinks. You will be responsible for cooking firewood and washing clothes for my restaurant every day. Don't worry, I won't treat you badly." Zhuo Fu sneered, "If you don't know the truth again, I'm not polite."

After saying that, he took out a bamboo board and said viciously: "Don't force me to slap you."

Wang Zhong's heart was cold and he stopped moving: "Isn't it okay to be obedient?"

"Hehe, it's quite smart." Zhuo Fu smiled.
Chapter completed!