, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Sun's eyes were wide open, staring at Yang Ruoqing's face for a moment, fearing that this beautiful dream would be shattered in a blink of an eye.
Her mouth couldn't help but curve up, and she was obviously smiling, but two lines of tears fell from her eyes.
She had had such a sweet dream countless times over the years, but this one was the most real. Every time she made a sound, she would wake up.
So, Mrs. Sun bit the back of her hand to prevent herself from making even the slightest sound.
Seeing this cheap mother's expression, Yang Ruoqing was a little surprised.
But if you think about it, you can understand it.
When your daughter was almost given up by the old Chinese medicine doctor in the village, the goddess in the nearby village, and even the entire Old Yang family, you can imagine the despair.
It's understandable that I can't accept it for a while. How pitiful the hearts of parents in the world are!
She sighed silently in her heart, and just when Yang Ruoqing was about to open her mouth again, a series of gurgling sounds suddenly came from her stomach. This sound finally pulled Sun back from the shock.
"Qing'er! What a good girl you are!" Mrs. Sun suddenly pulled out her hand, and with a cry, she opened her arms and held Yang Ruoqing in her arms, crying loudly.
Yang Ruoqing didn't move, just letting Sun hold her like this, letting this poor mother vent her emotions!
At this moment, the broken wooden door of the west wing was suddenly slapped hard several times by someone outside, and then Tan's scolding voice came: "It's noon, you are howling like crazy, your father just lay down, The rest of them have to work in the fields during the day!"
"Mom, my Qing'er..."
Mrs. Sun's heart was filled with joy that Yang Qiuyu was sober. At this moment, she didn't care to be afraid of Mrs. Tan. She raised her head from Yang Ruoqing's broad and thick shoulders, turned around and couldn't wait to tell this great happy event. Tan said.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he started talking, he was cut off by Mr. Tan.
"Have you given up? It's better to die early and be reincarnated early. Everyone will be in peace and she will find relief herself! Wait until the third child comes back. You are thinking of sending her out. Don't go through the front door. It's bad luck.
! "
After leaving this string of crackling words, Mr. Tan spat, turned around and left, walking very quickly, as if he was afraid that he would be hit by the bad luck in this room if he was a step late.
From a distance, her muttering could be heard: "...it's really unlucky to catch the dead in the autumn harvest!"
In the west wing room, Mrs. Sun was sitting there in a daze, her face turning green and white, her teeth biting her lip tightly, her thin body trembling slightly.
Yang Ruoqing knew that Mrs. Sun was angry with Mrs. Tan. If he didn't vomit blood and pass out on the spot, Mr. Sun could be regarded as a well-tested steamed stuffed bun.
Why isn't she angry?
She even had some doubts about whether the Tan family outside was her direct grandmother with a body like hers. She was really vicious in what she said!
No, this is no longer vicious in words, this is simply cold-blooded and has no affection at all!
I was an orphan in my previous life and had never tasted what family love was like. Although I have long been accustomed to living alone, only I understand the longing for family affection deep in my heart.
After resurrecting from the dead, she traveled through time and came to this ancient farmhouse. Although she was impoverished, the care and concern of this cheap mother made her feel a little warm in her heart, which had been silent and cold all her life. I also have some hope for the big family of Lao Yang.
Just now Mrs. Sun wanted to tell Mrs. Tan the good news that she was awake, but she didn't stop her.
But now, she found that she was wrong, and very wrong.
Family love is something that can only be encountered but cannot be sought. The Sun family treats them heartily and deeply because they are their biological daughters.
But that may not be the case for other members of Lao Yang's family.
Yang Ruoqing moved her clumsy body, moved a little closer to Mrs. Sun who was sitting on the bedside and was wiping tears sadly, and persuaded: "Mom, don't be angry, I'm sure she has that kind of virtue..."
Only halfway through speaking, his mouth was suddenly covered by Sun's palm.
Sun's eyes widened, and she lowered her voice and said to Yang Ruoqing: "You kid, are you stupid again? There is a god three feet above your head, and she is your nurse. No matter what she says to us, we can only accept it, so behind your back If you talk about your elders, you will be struck by lightning..."
The corner of Yang Ruoqing's mouth couldn't help but twitch. What kind of logic is this?
Foolish filial piety!
Character determines thinking, and thinking determines destiny. Sun's thoughts need to be washed away, but not now.
Yang Ruoqing understands the truth well that it doesn't take a day to freeze three feet. If you want to change Sun's Baozi thinking, you can't do it in a hurry, you have to slowly and subtly influence it.
So, Yang Ruoqing changed the topic, covered her still growling stomach and said to Sun with a bitter face: "Mom, after talking for a long time, I am so hungry that my chest is touching my back. Is there anything to eat?"
Mrs. Sun suddenly realized, and then she remembered the purpose of coming to this room.
Patting her thigh, she said angrily: "Look at my memory, how could I forget everything? It took me so long, maybe it's because I'm cold..." She ran towards the table over there with the wind at her feet.
Yang Ruoqing's eyes followed Sun's back and saw a cracked earthenware bowl on the table, with a bowl upside down on top, perhaps to retain the temperature.
This is the first time I have seen food since I traveled through time and came to this ancient farmhouse.
I wonder what the rural people in this world and this era eat! He sat up straight, geared up, and stared at the big bowl brought by Mrs. Sun with bright eyes.
Sun opened the big bowl with the upside down top and put it aside. The sweet smell of sweet potatoes came to her nostrils. Yang Ruoqing tried her best to open her eyes wide and round on her chubby face and looked at them carefully. Meals in bowls.
Multigrain rice mixed with sweet potatoes was piled high on top. On top of the rice was a handful of cabbage, half-pickled cucumber strips, and a spoonful of fried soybeans.
The leaves of the cabbage are a little black when cooked, and the roots are soft. At first glance, it looks like it is not stir-fried in a pan but boiled. The cucumber strips were pitch black and the skin was wrinkled. A faint smell penetrated Yang Ruoqing's nose, and most of her good appetite was gone immediately! However, the fried soybeans looked pretty good, golden.
Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing's expression and was secretly surprised.
Didn't my daughter just complain that she was hungry? Why are you picking up the bowl and not moving the chopsticks now?
"Why don't you eat them while they're hot? My mother cooks these beans. Didn't you love your mother's fried beans the most?" Mrs. Sun couldn't help but ask.
Yang Ruoqing came to her senses and realized that the best-looking dish in the bowl was made by Sun. No wonder.
As for the other two, you don't need to guess, they must have been made by Auntie.
"Oh, I was just dazed for a while, let's eat now." Yang Ruoqing smiled at Mrs. Sun, took the chopsticks from Mrs. Sun's hand, and was about to start, but suddenly stopped again.
"What happened again?"
