This kind of thing, Old Master Lu really did do it.
Lu Xiao just watched his dad's actions: "..."
There's a saying that proves true:
Love skips a generation.
If he had done something like this when he was a kid, he would have kept quiet, terrified his dad would find out.
Otherwise, his dad would surely chase him and beat him up.
But now, it's his father holding his granddaughter, chasing and hitting the old hen.
And that's not even the strangest part. The hen that clucked on top of the fence during the day ended up on the dinner table at night, becoming everyone's meal.
There Lu Xiaohua sat in her grandpa's arms, with her hair tied into cute little pigtails, big adorable eyes, a small nose and mouth, looking so much like his wife, irresistibly cute and pretty.
Yet her tiny hands were holding a big chicken drumstick, eating with great delight.
Her small mouth shiny with oil.
His son Lu Shi also held a drumstick in his hand, eating contently.
