Divorce in middle age: starting with the manor system

Chapter 122, Chapter 120, Foreign Strange Species

"Fuck off, quickly cure your dust allergy, or you will be a bachelor in the future!" Wu Qingfeng scolded with a smile.

Women also have dust allergies, and a dishwashing phobia too!

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, it's not too early."

"However, there are some things that I like to say hello to in advance. You are all college graduates, high-achieving students. As the saying goes, educating people and being a person, you have both ability and integrity. If you are talented, you must also be virtuous."

"The interior of this house is well decorated. You collapsed the bed, burst the water pipe, and burned the electricity. I understand. I can have someone repair it and replace it, but don't knock a hole in the wall for me. , Dig a hole." Wu Qingfeng said with serious eyes.

"Who smashed the wall for nothing!" Jiang Feng whispered.

Wu Qingfeng looked at Jiang Feng immediately: "What are you muttering about!"

"Don't say it's okay to hit the wall, even if something happens, you can't hit the wall for me." Wu Qingfeng said angrily.

"Yes!" Jiang Feng nodded quickly and lowered his head.

Liang Zhisheng quickly smiled and said, "Mr. Wu, don't worry, I will restrain them!"

"Yeah!" Wu Qingfeng nodded.

Then he thought for a while and added: "One more thing, I'm not allowed to wipe my booger on my face."

"Mr. Wu, who's picking up booger!" Jiang Feng immediately raised his head and said with a light smile.

"Really, you swear?" Wu Qingfeng stared at Jiang Feng quickly.

"Uh…"

Jiang Feng was suddenly speechless, because...

Picking his nose and wiping it on the wall, he really... did it!
"Hahaha...~..."

Seeing Jiang Feng's embarrassment, the three boys of Wang Jingxing laughed.

"Why are you laughing, have you ever picked your nose and wiped it on the wall?" Jiang Feng asked Wang Jingxing and the others angrily.

"No!" Wang Jingxing and the others shook their heads decisively.

"You swear!" Jiang Feng insisted.

"..." Wang Jingxing and the others immediately turned their heads.

Wu Qingfeng stopped talking about these live treasures, looked at Liang Zhisheng and said with a smile: "Old Liang, see what else you need, such as a refrigerator, and also check whether the washing machine and air conditioner are good. If they are broken, I'll get someone to fix it."

"Yes!" Liang Zhisheng nodded.

"Do you want me to take you back?" Wu Qingfeng asked.

"No, Mr. Wu, the six of us can still sit down!" Liang Zhisheng laughed.

"Okay, then I'll go back first, and I'll give you the key!" Wu Qingfeng gave the key to Liang Zhisheng, greeted a few people, and was about to drive home.

However, as soon as he left, Wu Qingyu came again. After all, with so many people and two cars, it was normal to disturb Wu Qingyu who lived next door.

The last time he was kept for dinner, he ran away. This time, Wu Qingyu refused to let him go. He planned to force Liang Zhisheng and the others to stay, but Liang Zhisheng and the others got into the car and ran away.

In the end, Wu Qingfeng had no choice but to stay for dinner, drink some wine, and drive home around eight o'clock.

Wu Qingfeng stopped the car in the yard and found that there were no figures of the two elderly people in the yard, but the door light was on and the chairs were there.

As soon as he got out of the car and closed the car door, two dogs, Heizi and Xiaobai, rushed towards him, welcoming him back.

"Okay, okay, you two guys, you see me so many times a day, and you are still so enthusiastic!"

Wu Qingfeng squatted down and hugged the two dogs, and began to stroke them.

After teasing the two dogs for a while, Wu Qingfeng got up and yelled into the room. It turned out that the two old people were in the room where the incubator was placed.

Seeing her son came back, the old lady hurriedly said, "The chickens are all hatched!"

Wu Qingfeng heard the words, went to the brooder box, took a look, and saw sixteen small and exquisite chickens of various colors running around.

Wu Qingfeng hurriedly mixed some warm water, put it into the chick drinking water device, and put it into the brooding box.

"What other eggs are there in your incubator? They are all so big, not like duck eggs, but like goose eggs!" the old lady asked curiously.

"There are four black swan eggs, four Lander goose eggs, four lion head goose eggs, and four Nicola heavy turkey eggs." Wu Qingfeng said with a smile.

"Goose egg, I know!"

"Then what is Nichola's turkey eggs? A chicken on fire?" the old lady said awkwardly.

"You old woman, you don't talk through your brain, that chicken is on fire, can it still live?" Wu Shixun who was on the side heard his wife's words, and immediately cursed with black lines.

"Then what do you think this Nicolas turkey egg is?" the old lady asked mockingly.

Wu Shixun was at a loss for words, because he was also the first to hear about turkey eggs.

Wu Qingfeng shook his head. My mother likes to tease my father more and more now. The key point is that it is quite funny, but it is also a good way to promote the relationship between husband and wife.

When he and Yang Liu were at home, they were basically quiet, and they chatted, but they were very formal. When there were differences, it was because he gave way more. Of course, Yang Liu would admit his mistakes and apologize.

In short, he and Yang Liu belonged to the kind of people who respect each other as guests, but they can't be like the two old people who often tease each other. Anyway, one side retorts, and the other side basically gives in, especially Yang Liu likes to use reason to overwhelm others.

It makes sense, but he always felt that Yang Liu's attitude towards work and family was the same. It was fine in the first few years of marriage, but later he felt that his husband was just a job.

never mind!

it's already over!

Wu Qingfeng threw the thoughts in his mind out of his head, since he was divorced anyway, there was no need to think about those.

"Dad, Mom, this is a foreign chicken, and it's just a kind of chicken!" Wu Qingfeng explained with a smile.

"Then why is it called turkey?" The old lady felt that the name was too strange.

"This is the same as the three yellow chickens and black chickens. Because they are yellow or black, they are called three yellow chickens or black chickens. The turkey is called a turkey because its neck is red. Fire is red!"

After Wu Qingfeng finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone and searched for pictures of Nikolai heavy-duty turkeys for two puzzled elderly people to see.

"oops!!!"

"What, why are you full of tumors?" The old lady sat down on the ground in shock when she saw the picture.

Fortunately, it was originally squatting.

"You're crazy, you're so startled!" Wu Shixun cursed angrily, and then helped his wife up.

But after seeing the Nicola heavy-duty turkey in the picture clearly, Wu Shixun also frowned.

"Is this turkey edible? Is it sick?" Wu Shixun looked at his son and asked.

Even though the shape is strange, the skin is still red. The problem is that the head and neck are full of sarcoma, which is really scary to look at.

"They look like this, but they eat turkey instead of the neck and head. When it is bred, I will make it for you to try!" Wu Qingfeng laughed.

What about the turkey!

Whether it tastes good or not has something to do with Western cooking skills, and it must be roasted. If you use the traditional Chinese method, turkey is not as good as local chicken.

Because the fiber of turkey meat is relatively thick, whether it is boiled or fried, it is relatively firewood.

"Strange species!" The old lady shook her head and said, she still couldn't accept the appearance of the turkey.

"What's so strange, foreign things must be different from ours in China. Even pigs grow wool, and there are black and white people. It's not surprising that chickens grow like this!" Wu Shixun said.

He's used to it, after all, he's used to seeing these strange species brought back by his son.

Wu Qingfeng smiled.

Glancing at the little exquisite chicken drinking water, he was about to get up and prepare corn grits, and feed these little cuties later.

But his phone rang.

Wu Qingfeng was a little surprised when he saw it, because it was Yang Zhijun who called.

What's going on in the middle of the night?

(End of this chapter)