The height of Feng Feiyan's wheelchair was just right when sitting at the table, Su Yi Jing sat next to Feng Feiyan, and seeing that some food was a bit far for Feng Feiyan, he placed some in front of her.
The reason everyone was gathered so completely, not a single person missing, was because the New Year was approaching.
"Mother, the day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve. How many chickens do you think we should slaughter on that day?" An Yiqing asked with a smile while cracking sunflower seeds. There were so many people in their family, if they killed too few, it wouldn't be enough.
An Jing laughed and said, "We've eaten several hundred chickens throughout the year, thanks to the large grounds we have around here to raise so many chickens. Otherwise, there would definitely be no chickens to slaughter for the New Year. With so many people in our family, if we count a chicken for every four people, we'd have to slaughter seven, wouldn't we?"
