Tonight's dinner was quite sumptuous. Besides the rabbit Xu Qinghuan brought, Zhou Guizhi also slaughtered a hen that she had raised for five years.
Jiang Xinglan wanted to cry, "Why did you kill the chicken?"
"It's been raised for so many years. Now that you're back, can't we even afford a chicken? Next time, bring Da Niu back with you," Zhou Guizhi said, not daring to mention that the hen wasn't laying eggs anymore.
She was afraid her daughter would be upset if she heard.
During the meal, everyone was quite silent. Mainly because there was no one at the table who could lighten the mood. Xu Qinghuan didn't like the somber atmosphere, but as someone not officially part of the family yet, it wasn't appropriate for her to try lightening the mood.
After the bowls were put down, Jiang Xinglan prepared to leave, but Zhou Guizhi glared at her, "Why are you leaving? What's wrong with staying the night?"
