, wonderful and free of pop-ups! When Yang Huazhong heard Da'an's words, his eyebrows knitted together and he fell silent.
Yang Ruoqing didn't bite either.
Tea is not a rare thing.
Catching up with such a banquet, we kept cooking and cooking.
The hot water in the earthen pot boiled in a short time, and the tea pot was not even enough to hold it.
The guests at the two tables in the front yard, even if they came from the Sahara Desert, couldn't drink that much tea!
Obviously, Mrs. Tan just didn’t want to give it, so she sent Da’an away like this!
As for my mother-in-law, Mrs. Sun, she was definitely assigned by Mr. Tan to keep her feet on the ground.
There's no room for even going to the toilet!
Yang Ruoqing was a little annoyed.
But seeing Yang Huazhong's guilty face, she suppressed the fire in her heart.
She smiled and said to Yang Huazhong: "Dad, it's okay. I'll go to the kitchen to heat up hot water. I'll be ready in a moment!"
While talking, Luo Fengtang also entered the room.
He came over to say hello to Yang Huazhong.
"Tangyaozi, you talk to my father, and I'll heat up the hot water."
She greeted Luo Fengtang.
"Um!"
Luo Fengtang nodded, touched Xiao An's head, and then came to the bedside to talk to Yang Huazhong.
Yang Ruoqing turned around and came to the kitchen, added water, and stuffed a few handfuls of pine hair into the mouth of the stove.
Daan followed.
"Sister, I can stuff firewood, but I can't pour water..."
Daan said softly like a child who had done something wrong.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at Daan and smiled fondly.
"Silly brother, it's not your fault. You're still young, it's terrible if you get burned when you fill it with water!"
she said with a smile.
Da'an is only eight years old, and his height is only half a head taller than this pot.
Ask him to take out the earthen pot filled with boiling water from the stove and put it into the insulated tea can.
Not to mention him, even for herself, it was a bit difficult.
"Da'an, there's a banquet in front of us, why didn't I come to call dad to come and take a seat?"
Yang Ruoqing asked again.
This is what she cares about most.
According to the rules, Daan and Xiaoan are both grandchildren and children.
You are not qualified to sit at a table at such a formal banquet.
Usually it is after the banquet is finished and the guests have dispersed.
After reheating the remaining leftovers, Mrs. Tan led her daughter-in-law, granddaughters and grandsons to eat in the kitchen.
But--
However, Yang Huazhong is qualified to enjoy the banquet.
Now that he was excited to eat earlier, he was still sitting on the bed and couldn't even drink hot tea?
Yang Ruoqing is unhappy!
Da'an frowned when he heard Yang Ruoqing's question.
"I don't know what's going on. I haven't been here this morning..."
Yang Ruoqing asked again: "Have anyone been here, including my uncle, fourth uncle, and cousin?"
Uncle Wu is the protagonist today and will definitely not be able to spare time, no need to ask.
Daan thought carefully again and shook his head.
Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes.
Are the people in the Old Yang family so busy that they fall behind, or are they doing this on purpose?
The hot water in the earthen pot boiled amidst such repeated speculations.
Yang Ruoqing took the earthen pot brought by Daan and put the newly heated hot water into it.
When he was carried to the next room, Luo Fengtang was still talking with Yang Huazhong.
Seeing her coming in with hot water, Luo Fengtang quickly stood up and came over, took the hot water from her hand and put it on the table over there.
"Qing'er, I just discussed this idea with Third Uncle, and Third Uncle has already nodded for you."
Luo Fengtang said with a smile.
Yang Ruoqing was surprised, glanced at Yang Huazhong on the bed, and was also smiling.
"What are you and my father planning behind my back? Tell me, let me hear it." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.
Yang Huazhong said: "Uncle Luo's family is going to buy some land in a few days. I want you to go over and help prepare a lunch to entertain Uncle Yu and Li Zheng. I nod for you."
When Yang Ruoqing heard this, her eyes lit up.
"It's good to buy a field, Tangyazi. Which field have you and your uncle chosen? How long will it take? How much will it cost?"
"Two acres of third-class land, two taels of silver per acre, totaling four taels." Luo Fengtang said.
"It's also in the south of the village, close to Lijia Village, not far from the field Qing'er your family bought a few days ago!"
"Oh, that's great. From now on, we will have company when we go to work!"
Yang Ruoqing stroked her palm and said.
Luo Fengtang scratched his head and smiled.
Over there, Daan poured two bowls of hot tea for Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.
Luo Fengtang brought his bowl to Yang Huazhong: "Third uncle, drink first!"
Yang Huazhong waved his hand: "I've been sitting here since morning, and I haven't done anything. I'm not thirsty, so you can drink."
Here, Yang Ruoqing drank a few sips of hot tea and felt her throat felt much better.
She then asked Luo Fengtang: "On what date will the contract be signed?"
"Twenty-eighth at the end of this month."
"Well, there are still more than ten days. Then I will accompany you to Wa Market to buy groceries."
"Um!"
…
The front yard of Lao Yang's house, inside the main house.
With the patio in the middle as the dividing line, there is an Eight Immortals table in each of the front and rear halls.
At the Eight Immortals table in front, men were mingling and drinking, and the banquet was in full swing.
Lao Yangtou, in Changping Village, next door is Lao Wangtou, and Lao Chentou.
Bao Suyun’s natal brothers, Luo Tiejiang, Yang Huaan, Yang Huaming, Yang Huazhou, and Yang Yongxian.
Ten people just filled the table.
He was sitting in the first place, and Bao Suyun's brother was sitting in front of him, bowing his head.
In the back half of the main room, there was a full table filled with women and their families.
They are Aunt Zhou, the matchmaker of Lao Yang's family.
Aunt Luo, the matchmaker sent by the Bao family.
Bao Suyun's sister-in-law, Aunt Zhou's eldest daughter-in-law, and an upright mother-in-law.
Yang Huamei, and Bao Suyun holding Dabao next to Yang Huamei.
There are still two or three empty seats, and they are also occupied by the female relatives of relatives in the village.
…
In the kitchen in the backyard of Lao Yang's house.
The smell of oil smoke rose, and Jin guarded the two bottom stove openings.
Mrs. Sun took the spoon and put the fried vegetables on the tray on the side, and then the second boy, Yang Yongjin, took them to the main room in the front yard.
Mrs. Tan stood aside with her little feet on her feet and assigned.
"Third daughter-in-law, after you cook the last two dishes, send them to the front yard. The second boy has not come back from the latrine!"
"Hey, okay!"
Mrs. Sun neatly put the dishes into the bowl, picked up the tray and was about to leave, but Mrs. Tan called out again.
"Then take off that apron around your waist. It's so dirty. What appetite will the guests have after seeing it?"
Tan said angrily.
Mrs. Sun blushed and nodded repeatedly: "What mother said is that my wife didn't think carefully."
After Mrs. Sun took off her apron, she picked up the tray and delivered the food to the front yard.
Mrs. Tan curled her lips towards Mrs. Sun's back and muttered: "You are so reckless, so unbecoming!"
Mrs. Sun didn't hear Mrs. Tan's muttering. The woman was walking briskly, carrying the tray.
She cooked all these dishes by herself, and the guests were satisfied with the food, and she was also happy.
Especially when I think of my man, his leg problem is about to be cured.
I am afraid that I will be sitting at the table to accompany guests now.
The man had been bored in the house for a month or two, and it was almost moldy.
Now I can finally be like other men, eating food, drinking, and chatting at such a festive banquet.
The woman's heart was filled with unspeakable joy!
She carried the tray into the main room in the front yard.
First, he placed a dish of fried small yellow croaker on the tray on the table.
He smiled and said hello, then turned and went to the table of men in front.
Yang Huaming stood up to take the food.
Before leaving, Mrs. Sun glanced at the guests on the table.
The woman was surprised.
Another glance.
Strange, why didn’t Qing’er’s father come?
"Third daughter-in-law, as long as the food is delivered, you have nothing to do here. You can go back to the kitchen!"
Old Yangtou drank until his face turned red.
Seeing that Ms. Sun was still at the table, he waved his hand towards Ms. Sun.
"oh."
