Xu Damao's sister shouted something loudly to the Yi family, then ran away holding the bowl in both hands.

"Xiao Zhou, you are quite generous. The pimple soup in your bowl just now is so solid that it won't fall when you stand it up with a stick."

"Hey, today is my aunt's birthday. As long as I say a few words of congratulations to her, she will give her a bowl of pimple soup. That's how I got it just now."

"impossible?"

"You can give it a try. It doesn't cost any money. I'm leaving first."

Zhou Wenzhong waved his hand and returned to his home to go back to sleep. This was a habit developed in the labor camp.

Xu Huiling returned home with the bowl in hand. Xu Fugui looked at the steamed bun in his hand and then at the pimple soup in his daughter's bowl.

“Where did you get the pimple soup?”

"Zhou Wenzhong gave it to me."

Xu Damao put his chopsticks in her bowl and said, "Dad, is this pimple soup? There is no soup in her bowl, she is frying pimples. This bowl of mine is called soup!"

Xu Damao put the chopsticks back into his bowl and stirred. There were only a few rice grains in the bowl.

"Eat, eat."

"Give me a bite of your fried rice dumplings, and I'll buy you some candy later."

"No! No!"

Xu Damao picked up the spoon and put it into his sister's bowl. Xu Huiling ran around the room holding the bowl.

At the same time, five people were sitting at the table of the Zhang family. The soup bowl in front of Zhang Hongyi was steaming. He watched Zhang Xiufang and 10-year-old Zhang Xiuying fighting with chopsticks. A woman in her 50s looked at the table happily.

After the food was served, her eyes narrowed with laughter. Mother Zhang put down the steamed bun basket and sat on the chair.

"Sanya, your friend should be back soon, right? Our toilet is still waiting to be built."

"What kind of friend am I? Which of my friends can build a toilet? Why didn't I know?"

Zhang Xiufang looked at her mother, and Zhang's mother turned to look at Zhang Hongyi.

Zhang Hongyi showed his signature smile again and said: "It's Master Xiao Zhou, do you remember?"

"Which Xiao Zhou? Why can't I understand?"

"Haha Zhou Wenzhong, you forgot that I gave you 10 yuan that day. This was his wages for building the toilet."

"Can he also build toilets? Isn't he a banquet chef? Well, he is really a comprehensive development talent. He takes care of all import and export matters."

"Yue... I'm eating right now, can you please stop talking about the toilet?"

"Tell him later, our family is still waiting for him to break ground."

"Oh, but isn't he still in the labor camp? Has he been released?"

"Re-education prisoner?"

Zhang Xiufang didn't care about her mother's expression at all. She stood up and hung her right leg on the bench, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the pickles.

"Well, he is one of my most promising friends. Mom, do you have a friend who is a prisoner of labor? Look, I have one! Dad, do you have one? Grandma, do you have one? Do you think the third sister is great?"

"My third sister is so amazing."

"That is!"

"Don't meet this kind of person again in the future. If word spreads, it will have a bad influence on you."

"Let's talk about whether we meet or not later. Let him come to our house to build a toilet first and then we'll get down to business. I'll leave this task to you."

"Oh daddy!"

"That's it, either you give me back the 10 yuan."

"Forget it, I think it's better to let him come to work at our house. Isn't it right for friends to help friends? Don't you think so?"

"My third sister is right."

"Dad, I always feel that your smile is sinister and sinister. Are you right?"

"My third sister is right."
Chapter completed!