As soon as the courtyard door opened, Zhang Guifang and Wang Chunhua squeezed their way in unceremoniously, followed by a seven or eight-year-old boy.
It was Zhang Guifang's youngest son, Su Tieniu.
Su Tieniu followed his mom and grandma into the yard, and as soon as he stepped in, he smelled a strong meat aroma.
He sniffed with his nose and tugged hard at Wang Chunhua's clothes: "Grandma, there's a meat smell, I want to eat meat."
Wang Chunhua stretched her neck to look at the dining table upon hearing this, and saw several sorghum bread rolls and a plate of stir-fried sliced potatoes on the table, along with a bowl of wild vegetable soup for each person. She frowned immediately.
This family is really stingy. Seeing them come, they directly hid the good food.
