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There are four sides of the Eight Immortals table, and Jin and Yang Yongqing sat on one side.
Brothers Da'an and Xiao'an sat together.
Mr. Liu and his two daughters sat together.
Yang Ruoqing was pulled by Mrs. Sun and sat down on the empty side.
The place where Yang Ruoqing sat happened to be next to Mrs. Liu.
Mrs. Liu is still in confinement, with a green and old cloth scarf wrapped on her head to protect against wind.
As soon as Yang Ruoqing sat down, she smelled a strange smell on her body.
The smell of blood was mixed with a faint smell of milk.
Yang Ruoqing frowned and moved her butt to the side, widening the distance between her and Ms. Liu.
"Mom, are we the only ones? Where is the little girl?"
Yang Ruoqing turned her head and asked Sun.
Before Mrs. Sun opened her mouth, Mrs. Liu on the other side snorted first.
"She is more blessed than us. She has already prepared a banquet and is full of food and drinks!"
It's okay if Mrs. Liu doesn't make any gnawing noises.
This mouth and that mouth are like the pickle jars in the backyard.
The smell made Yang Ruoqing almost faint, and her appetite was half gone.
She glanced at Mrs. Liu's mouth full of yellow teeth.
The country folk of this era are ignorant.
During the confinement period, this is taboo and that is taboo.
I can't brush my teeth because my teeth will become loose in the future.
I can't comb my hair because my scalp will hurt in the future.
You can't take a shower, you can't do this, you can't do that...
After one month of sitting down, no matter how handsome the daughter-in-law is, she turns into a sloppy one!
Unfortunately, Mrs. Liu was still unconscious, sitting there complaining endlessly.
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help it anymore and said to Ms. Liu, "Fourth Aunt, why are you here in the dining hall before you're even out of confinement? Aren't you afraid of the wind? You'd better go back to the house and lie down!"
Mrs. Liu curled her lips: "I would also like to lie down, but no one will bring me a bowl of rice. I will starve to death if I lie down!"
"No one can starve you to death. Who doesn't know that your mouth is longer than a weasel!"
Tan's voice suddenly interrupted.
People also carried trays into the dining hall.
Mrs. Liu quickly shut up.
Mrs. Sun stood up hurriedly and went over to help take the dishes off the tray and put them on the table.
Mrs. Tan gouged out Mrs. Liu and said angrily: "If you can give birth to a son, I will serve you tea and rice and take care of you properly!"
"My son can't give birth to a son, and you still talk nonsense like this, do you have the face to do so?"
Mrs. Liu lowered her eyes and did not dare to say anything.
Mrs. Tan glared at Mrs. Liu again, then turned around and went to the kitchen with the empty tray.
On the table, Yang Yongqing swallowed hard, grabbed the chopsticks in front of him and went to pick up the dishes on the table.
"Hey, when you roast pork with potatoes, you only see the potatoes but not the meat?"
Yang Yongqing shouted, stood up, and stirred in the bowl with a pair of chopsticks...
Yang Ruoqing also turned her attention to the two bowls of food on the table.
The two open earthenware bowls were only half filled.
In a half bowl, there are potatoes.
There is also a half bowl filled with lettuce.
Yang Ruoqing secretly thought that these should be the first two stir-fried dishes, and the meat dishes must be at the back.
Soon, Yang Huaming came in with a tray. This time there were four bowls of food on the tray.
"Mom asked me to bring you food, hurry up and take it!"
Yang Hua's fair face was also stained with the color of wine.
Mrs. Sun stood up hurriedly and helped put the four bowls of food on the table.
Yang Ruoqing stretched her neck and glanced at the four bowls of food.
A bowl of fried cabbage with oil.
Half a bowl of scrambled eggs with leeks.
Half a bowl of fish head and tofu soup.
There was also half a bowl of soup that was dark and smelled like burnt food.
Yang Yongqing took a chopstick into the last bowl of dark soup.
I scooped up a piece of pig blood and stuffed it into my mouth excitedly, chewing it with big mouthfuls.
"Fourth brother, please leave some for us!"
Mrs. Liu's eldest daughter started yelling and picked up her chopsticks to scoop up the pig's blood.
Liu's eldest daughter couldn't win over Yang Yongqing and started crying.
Ms. Liu was annoyed and glared at Yang Yongqing fiercely: "You little brat who can't get enough to eat, I won't let you touch your sister!"
Yang Yongqing rolled his eyes at Mrs. Liu and continued to stir with the chopsticks.
When he found a piece of pig blood, he stuffed it into his mouth.
Mrs. Liu was furious and said to her eldest daughter: "He'er, don't cry. Mom will help you!"
Liu's chopsticks were also inserted into the bowl of pig blood soup.
Three pairs of chopsticks stirred in the soup, and all the soup and water spilled onto the table.
Everyone else at the table frowned secretly when they saw this formation.
Jin tugged Yang Yongqing's arm and yelled "Ahhh~" twice.
That was a signal to Yang Yongqing not to compete with Liu.
Yang Yongqing didn't bother to pay attention to Jin, a mute woman, and continued to stir things up.
Mrs. Sun picked up the chopsticks and handed them to Yang Ruoqing and Daan Xiaoan opposite.
"Qing'er, Daan, Xiaoan, let's eat while it's hot!"
Written by Sun Zhang Luo.
If the children don't move their chopsticks, they won't be able to eat.
Mrs. Sun first took a piece of oily shuttlecock and put it into Xiao An's bowl.
Then he took another piece and put it into Daan's bowl.
Daan and Xiaoan buried their heads in eating.
Here, Mrs. Sun also put a piece of oil shuttlecock into Yang Ruoqing's bowl.
Place it on top of the half bowl of multigrain rice.
Yang Ruoqing has no interest in oil shuttles.
The residue left after lard is squeezed out of fat meat.
It smells like burnt food and contains fat.
She picked up the piece of oil and put it back into Sun's bowl, "Mom, I'll just eat some potatoes and lettuce."
Sun nodded.
When she was clearing away the dishes, she clearly remembered that there was a lot of meat and vegetables left.
Fish cubes, meatballs and patties, roasted chicken with mushrooms...
My mother-in-law will probably serve it later, right?
However, when Liu and Yang Yongqing scooped up the half bowl of pig blood soup on the table, they didn't wait for Tan to bring the food.
Mrs. Sun raised her head and glanced at the door of the dining hall with some confusion.
Yang Ruoqing took a few bites of the sticky potatoes and lettuce and put down her chopsticks.
Looking at Da An and Xiao An, they were all sitting there absent-mindedly, looking at the door of the kitchen.
Tan's figure finally appeared, but this time, Tan was holding a bowl of rice in his hand.
She sat down at the table, picked up the stir-fried cabbage, plucked it into her bowl for a while, and began to eat.
After taking a few bites, I noticed something was wrong.
Mrs. Tan looked up and saw several pairs of eyes on the table looking at her eagerly.
Mrs. Tan's face drooped, "Aren't you saying you're hungry? Why don't you eat the food when it's on the table?"
Ms. Liu made a sad face and said, "Mom, these dishes are not enough. I went to the kitchen earlier and saw that there were still two big bowls of meatballs and meatloaf left!"
"There are still a lot of fish pieces left..."
"You can eat what you have, why is there all this nonsense!"
Mrs. Tan snorted coldly and interrupted Mrs. Liu.
Mrs. Liu curled her lips.
"Mom, I can't eat these leftovers!" Mrs. Liu said again.
"Then don't eat. It will save food." Tan said with disdain.
Mrs. Liu is still there, rubbing her teeth.
Mrs. Tan buried her head in her mouth and picked up the cabbage and oil spinach, thinking that Mrs. Liu's words were farts.
Over there, Mrs. Sun also looked confused.
The woman glanced at Xiao An's naughty eyes, and finally couldn't help but speak.
"Mom, how about I go heat up another meat dish? Forget it for us adults, the children don't like the meat pie..."
