"Of course, there is!"
Jiang Changhai looked at his daughter with eyes full of distress, "Our Mianmian got a scare and weakened herself, we need to kill an old hen to nourish her."
"Don't even think about it!" Zhang Guihua bared her teeth and glared fiercely, looking ferocious and terrifying.
Jiang Changhai, with an unabashed look, said, "Then I'll go talk to the village chief, and if he can't decide, I'll go to the commune and find the brigade leader and secretary."
As soon as Zhang Guihua heard this, her nose skewed in anger: "You little bastard, aren't you making the Old Jiang Family lose enough face?!"
They say not to air one's dirty laundry in public, but this good-for-nothing made a fuss at the slightest disagreement, god knows how much of a laughing stock he had made them in front of the villagers!
Jiang Dashan also frowned, "Change to a different request, we need to keep the chickens for laying eggs."
