, wonderful and free of pop-ups! When Yang Huaming brought the meat and vegetables he stole from the big pot in the kitchen back to his room and was enjoying it with relish, the dinner in the third room of the backyard was also coming to an end.
There was plenty of food and drinks, and everyone had a satisfied smile on their face.
Chang Geng and Daniu both stayed behind to chat with Lao Suntou and talk about household matters. Luo Fengtang was thinking about his uncle at home, so he stood up and said goodbye to everyone.
When he passed the kitchen door, he was called in by Mrs. Sun.
"Third Aunt, what's wrong?" Luo Fengtang asked, catching a glimpse of Yang Ruoqing who was standing behind the stove washing dishes.
Under the light, the girl's sleeves were rolled up to the crook of her arms, revealing a small section of her white arms.
Look no further, he looked away, his cheeks not getting cold all night.
Mrs. Sun took out a bowl from the cupboard and uncovered the upside-down bowl, revealing a bowl of chicken soup and chicken inside.
"Tangyaozi, take this bowl of pheasant soup home and give it to your uncle!" said Sun.
Luo Fengtang shook his head hurriedly: "Third Aunt, how can I eat and take things even if I don't have to?"
Mrs. Sun said: "Auntie said you can do what you want! Don't say that you helped our family plow a field in the afternoon, just because Qing'er's car overturned on the river beach and your uncle repaired the car for us. What does this bowl of soup count for the kindness of Zhulu?"
"Third Aunt, you're welcome, my plowing doesn't take much effort..."
No matter what Sun said, Luo Fengtang refused to take the bowl of chicken soup.
Out of the corner of his eye, the boy occasionally glanced at Yang Ruoqing, who was washing dishes on the stove.
Mrs. Sun had no choice but to turn to Yang Ruoqing and said, "Qing'er, don't just wash the dishes, come here to help mother and persuade Tang Yazi!"
Yang Ruoqing raised her head, glanced at Luo Fengtang, and smiled a few times with her lips raised.
While washing the dishes, he said: "Tangyaozi, it's just a bowl of chicken soup. What a big deal? Look at you, you are grinding like a girl."
As soon as Yang Ruoqing said these words, Luo Fengtang immediately blushed.
When Mrs. Sun saw it, she glared at Yang Ruoqing angrily: "You little girl, I asked you to help me persuade you. Why are you hurting others by opening your mouth?"
Mrs. Sun turned around and said to Luo Fengtang: "Tangyazi, don't take it personally. My Qing'er has such a temper. She is sharp-tongued and has a soft heart. She is more enthusiastic than anyone else. You will know after you have been doing this for a long time. …”
Luo Fengtang opened his eyes in surprise.
Are you drunk? Misheard? Or did I understand it wrong?
Why do you feel that you don't quite understand what the third aunt said?
Here, Yang Ruoqing also frowned.
Why are you talking so much? It's like a matchmaker pulling a red string!
Yang Ruoqing then interrupted Sun's words and gave instructions to Luo Fengtang.
"Tang Yaozi, if you are a man, just be patient, take it, take it, and go home quickly. Look at my mother's saliva, which is flooding the kitchen, and my ears also sound like calluses. You can do it. Well, do me a favor and accept the chicken soup to fulfill her wish!"
"Well, then let me thank Third Aunt on behalf of my uncle!"
"You kid, why are you so polite to your aunt?"
Seeing that Luo Fengtang was finally willing to accept the bowl, Mrs. Sun immediately beamed and looked at Yang Ruoqing: "My Qing'er's words are what matters!"
The speaker may not mean it, but the listener definitely does.
Luo Fengtang's face turned red like a monkey's butt.
"Let's go, Auntie will take you out."
Luo Fengtang was pushed out of the kitchen door by Mrs. Sun. Before leaving, she originally wanted to look back at the pot table, but unexpectedly, Mrs. Sun closed the kitchen door with her backhand.
Looking at nothing, the boy felt an inexplicable loss in his heart.
Mrs. Sun sent Tangyazi to the side door and stopped.
"Tangyazi, is my aunt's food delicious? Is it to your liking?" she asked.
Luo Fengtang thought for a while and replied honestly: "Yes, it's fragrant and spicy. This is the first time in my life that I have eaten such delicious food."
Mrs. Sun was so happy that she nodded repeatedly: "Those are all cooked by my Qing'er. Tangyaozi, if you like my food, you will often come to my house to play in the future. Don't go outside. Your third uncle often plays with my aunt. This is a compliment to you!"
"Hehe." Luo Fengtang grinned a little sheepishly, lowering his head and not knowing how to answer the question.
"Sure, then go home quickly and be careful on the road!"
"Well, aunt, let's go back too!"
Looking at Luo Fengtang's walking back, Sun's eyes and brows were filled with joy.
The mother-in-law looked at her son-in-law, and the more she looked at him, the more she liked him. Mrs. Sun now fully understood the meaning of these words.
Back in the kitchen, the pots, bowls and chopsticks have been washed cleanly, and the stove has been neatly tidied up.
Yang Ruoqing was scooping a ladle of water by the water tank and washing her hands.
When she heard the door open, she raised her eyelids and glanced this way, and joked: "Mom, I even doubt whether Tang Yazi is the biological son you and your father left behind. Look, tonight, after Tang Yazi Come here, you and my father are so jealous of him, he is both a picker of food and a drinker, my dear daughter is even jealous!"
Sun was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
Picking up a clean cloth and handing it to Yang Ruoqing to wipe her hands, she said, "Qing'er, what do you think of this kid Tang Yazi?"
"What's going on?" Yang Ruoqing was confused.
"Character, appearance, conduct, and so on!" Mrs. Sun said.
Yang Ruoqing thought about it seriously, shook her head and said: "Judging from the current appearance, it's pretty good. There's nothing wrong with my appearance and body. It's just..."
"What is it?" Sun asked, looking down at Yang Ruoqing.
"I just don't care much about personal hygiene. Mom, you've never been to his kitchen. Oh, if I go, I won't even be able to do it!"
Also, the last time I went to deliver dumplings, a fat mouse jumped out of the wooden barrel of rice.
As a result, when she went to fetch rice and put it into the pot these past few days, she felt a shadow in her heart.
Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing frowned and shook her head.
"And I went to measure his feet at night. The smell of his shoes was too strong, I couldn't stand it..." She pinched her nose and tutted.
"Pfft!"
Mrs. Sun couldn't help laughing, and lightly poked Yang Ruoqing's forehead with her finger.
"You girl, look at you, what shortcomings have you picked out?"
Mrs. Sun continued: "Isn't it just like that when two big men live their lives without a woman in charge of the house? Besides, boys spend their days crawling and rolling around in the mountains and underground in rivers and ditches. It's not uncommon for their feet to smell bad. Shit, the smell of sweat is what a man should smell like, you little girl don’t understand!”
"Mom, I won't tell you this anymore. The kitchen has been tidied up. Let's go to the room next door!"
"well……"
Sun originally planned to ask Yang Ruoqing to find out what her daughter thought of Tang Yazi, but Yang Ruoqing had already left the house.
Mrs. Sun thought for a while and felt that this matter could not be rushed. Her daughter was still young and might not be able to understand what she said, and it might even scare her.
We need to create some opportunities for these two children to spend more time together.
As time goes by, the two of them get to know each other and develop feelings for each other. Wouldn’t everything just fall into place?
In the next room, Chang Geng and Danniu had not dispersed yet, accompanying Lao Suntou to do household chores.
"Old Uncle Sun, tomorrow you can rest at home and take care of your foot injury. I will help you plow the remaining fields of the third family." Chang Geng said.
Old Sun didn't gnaw his head, so Yang Huazhong asked Chang Geng: "Will it delay your effort?"
"It's okay. I'll be free tomorrow. I'm free!" Chang Geng said.
Daniel also continued: "I can't spare any time these days. I'll wait until Chang Geng plows the fields and I'll help you plant rapeseed and wheat!"
Lao Suntou said: "I brought rapeseed and wheat seeds with me on this trip. I originally planned to finish planting and then go back to Sunjiagou. I happened to get a prick on my foot, so I will only tire you two."
"Nothing, nothing, what kind of friendship do we have with Lao San!" Chang Geng waved his hand.
Yang Huazhong was silent. Now, he only hoped that his legs would get better soon so that he could carry out all the farm work at home.
