, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "Father Mei'er, let them get out, get out quickly, we Mei'er won't survive if we stay here any longer!" Mrs. Tan cried towards Old Yangtou.
Old Yangtou withdrew his gaze, looked at Yang Huamei who was crying on the bed and was about to die, and then glanced at Yang Ruoqing who was standing confidently on the ground.
With a long sigh, Lao Yangtou said to Yang Ruoqing: "Mei'er beat Xiao An, and you beat Mei'er. Now the matter is settled! It's all gone, go and do whatever you have to do!"
After saying that, Lao Yangtou turned around and rushed out the door.
As soon as Lao Yangtou left, Yang Hualin did not dare to stay longer and ran behind with his tail between his legs.
Here, Lao Suntou glanced at Sun and sister Yang Ruoqing: "Let's go too!"
Mrs. Sun nodded, sobbed, holding Yang Ruoqing with one hand and Daan with the other, and walked towards the door.
When Yang Ruoqing walked to the door, she couldn't help but turn her head and make a face at Tan, who was staring at her back on the bed.
Mrs. Tan fell back in anger.
Back in his room, Chang Geng was telling Yang Huazhong exactly what had just happened.
Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief after checking Xiao An's nose and making sure it was nothing serious.
He asked Da An to take care of Xiao An, while he and Sun went to the kitchen next door to prepare for the meal.
Lunch was ready by noon, and it was all placed in the big pot to warm.
While Mrs. Sun was scalding chopsticks and bowls with hot water, Yang Ruoqing stuffed a handful of firewood under the stove to heat it up.
When the mother and daughter brought the sumptuous meal to Yang Huazhong's room next door, Yang Ruoqing saw Yang Huazhong's face at a glance, which looked very ugly.
The man was half leaning against the head of the bed, and the veins on his forehead protruded one by one, like green earthworms.
Xiao An was held in Yang Huazhong's arms, and the man's rough hands were caressing Xiao An's head.
When the man's eyes looked at the blood-stained cloth that Xiao An had stuffed in his nostrils and hadn't been pulled out yet, the man's eyes turned red!
"Xiao An, does your nose still hurt?" Yang Huazhong asked, his voice a little hoarse.
"It hurt a little at that time, but it doesn't hurt anymore." Xiao An said truthfully.
"Xiao An, it's no use dad..." The man's voice was choked, and a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.
Xiao An raised his little hand to help Yang Huazhong wipe away the tears, and asked in a childish voice: "Dad, why are you crying? Dad, do you feel any pain?"
"Dad, it's okay, it's okay!" Yang Huazhong held Xiao An's little hand in his palm.
Dad is fine, dad is just... distressed!
Xiao An raised his head, his big eyes full of confusion, as if he couldn't understand the man's mood at this moment.
Yang Ruoqing walked in and saw this scene.
She knew in her heart that Yang Huazhong felt distressed and guilty.
As a man, a husband, and a father, it is a man's sense of existence and pride to protect his wife and children from being bullied, and to let his wife and children have enough to eat and wear warm clothes!
However, he was paralyzed in bed and had to rely on his wife to take care of him.
The children are being bullied and can't do anything by themselves!
Yang Ruoqing sighed secretly and put the potato cake in her hand on the table in front of the bed.
"Dad, it's time to eat, little An, come and sit here!" Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.
Yang Huazhong nodded and let go of Xiao An.
Xiao An smelled the fragrance and quickly climbed down from Yang Huazhong's body, obediently sitting in the seat assigned to him by Yang Ruoqing.
Taking advantage of the time when Lao Suntou and Chang Geng went to the kitchen next door to help serve the dishes, Yang Ruoqing handed a bowl of tea to Yang Huazhong and asked him to moisten his throat before eating.
She stood beside the bed and said to Yang Huazhong: "Dad, don't be sad. I have helped Xiao An seek justice. Now you can concentrate on recovering from your injuries. When you stand up, no one will dare to bully us."
Yang Huazhong raised his eyes, looked at Yang Ruoqing with a complicated expression, and nodded.
"Daughter, with you protecting your two younger brothers, your father will feel relieved," Yang Huazhong said.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "We are a family, and I protect them. It is only natural!"
Yang Huazhong pondered for a moment, and then said to Yang Ruoqing in a deep voice: "No matter what your grandparents and uncles are like, my daughter, we will not do unreasonable things, and we will not be afraid of reasonable things! Well done today!"
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Dad, I understand. I will bring you food. Let's eat first and then talk."
The meal was very sumptuous, with several vegetables of this season including cabbage, spinach and lettuce stir-fried.
The meat dishes are braised quail and quail eggs. In addition, there are potato pancakes made by Yang Ruoqing.
Fragrant and hot, it was supposed to be a very hearty and lively meal.
But because of Yang Huamei's unpleasant episode before, the atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit dull, and no one spoke much.
However, children are children after all, and Xiao An, the person involved, was quickly attracted by the delicious quail eggs.
"Xiao An, eat as many as you like. Sister will go catch them in the woods later!"
Yang Ruoqing put the quail eggs into Xiao An's bowl, and then put several more into Da An's bowl.
"Sister, I can't eat so much, so I'd better give it to Xiao An!"
Da An gave Xiao An the quail eggs in his bowl.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at Da'an, and she understood that Da'an felt sorry for Xiao An's nosebleeds, and wanted Xiao An to eat more and supplement his nutrition.
What a cute little An, and what a sensible Da An?
The more Yang Ruoqing looked at these two younger brothers, the more she liked them.
"Xiao An, my sister will make tofu for you to eat at night, okay?" Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile.
Xiao An stopped her chopsticks and asked Yang Ruoqing with a look of confusion and anticipation: "Sister, what is tofu?"
Yang Ruoqing was not too surprised by this.
Xiao An is only over three years old. What can a three-year-old know? Even if you eat quail eggs now, you will probably forget them in a few days.
"Tofu, it's delicious, white and tender..." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.
"Sister, what exactly is tofu? Does it grow on trees? Or does it grow in the soil?"
Daan also put down the chopsticks in his hand and asked curiously.
Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment and looked up, only to see Mrs. Sun and others looking at her in surprise at the dinner table.
"Mom, why do you all look at me like this? Could it be..."
"Qing'er, what is tofu? We want to know too!" asked Sun.
Now, Yang Ruoqing was surprised.
"Mom, tofu is just tofu. It's made from soybeans. It's white and tender. It can be braised in braise or hot pot!" Yang Ruoqing explained.
Sun and Yang Huazhong looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces.
"We all use soybeans for frying, and they can also be used to make tofu. This is really a novelty! I've never seen it before!" Mrs. Sun clicked her tongue.
Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.
Tofu was accidentally invented by King Huainan when he was refining elixirs in the past.
That guy's elixir was not very good, but he did benefit the people and made a great contribution to the food industry!
"Mom, I've soaked a bowl of soybeans over there. I estimate the time and I'll be able to make tofu by night! You'll understand then!"
Yang Ruoqing said, but her heart was filled with joy.
In this era, tofu hasn’t even been invented yet!
If this is the case, doesn't it mean that she can make tofu and sell it for money?
