Old Mrs. Chen and her two daughters-in-law moved quickly and helped Zhao Chuchu cook the rice while they started to cut the wax gourd.
When they finished the remaining two dishes, Xie Heng and the others returned just in time.
"Wash your hands, call the children over, and get ready to eat," Zhao Chuchu shouted to them.
"Why are you so polite?"
"You've worked hard. You have to eat enough before you can have energy in the afternoon, right? Don't be polite to me. You're not getting paid, but I will still have to make sure that you eat well." Zhao Chuchu paused and shouted inside the house, "Junjun, come out quickly and call all the uncles' families over to eat together."
"Okay, Chuchu, I'll go right away." Xie Jun came out of the house and ran outside.
"No, no." The villagers refused.
But even Xie Heng couldn't change Zhao Chuchu's mind after she made a decision, let alone them.
It didn't take long for Xie Jun to call everyone over.
