After they got acquainted, Xiao Feng brought Zhuang Dezhu into the house for tea.
"You said before that your family has been raising chickens for generations. Do you still raise them now?" Xiao Feng asked.
Zhuang Dezhu shook his head and replied, "I hung up my bowl three years ago."
Hung up his bowl?...
Xiao Feng couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth. The way he used that phrase was... really beyond comment!
Then he heard Zhuang Dezhu say, "Speaking of which, my family's really fated with chickens. Starting from the Yuan Dynasty, my family was running brothels..."
Right at that moment, the little girl happened to walk in carrying the incubator. She blinked and said, "So Uncle Zhuang ran kilns, huh? Brick kilns or coal kilns?"
"Hahahahaha, you're an interesting little lass. The 'kiln' I'm talking about isn't any brick or coal kiln." Zhuang Dezhu shook his head with a laugh.
The little girl grew even more curious and pressed, "Then what kind of kiln is it?"
