, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "I'm afraid I have to go over there to eat at night..."
Sun said with a troubled face.
"When I came back just now, your grandma said there was still a table for the night and asked me to come over early to cook dinner."
Sun said.
"ah?"
Yang Ruoqing's hand shaking as she applied the medicinal wine.
"Didn't the guests come here at noon? Why do we have to go there at night?"
Yang Ruoqing asked nervously.
The dark meal at noon was too shadowy.
The pony was tied up over there, and when brothers Da'an and Xiao'an heard Sun's words, their reaction was even more intense than Yang Ruoqing's.
"Mom, I would rather drink porridge at home at night than go there!"
Daan said with a panic look on his face.
Xiao An also nodded: "Me too!"
Mrs. Sun looked at the two brothers with a look of helplessness and distress.
She turned to look at Yang Huazhong: "Dad Qing'er, what do you think about this?"
Yang Huazhong also looked embarrassed.
If it was in the morning, he would definitely have to convince the children to come.
When the old Yang family holds a happy event, they are all descendants of the Yang family, so they should go and join in the fun.
But this time, the man hesitated.
Seeing that her parents were in a dilemma, Yang Ruoqing spoke.
"Mom, who are the people at that table at night?" she asked.
Sun thought for a moment and said, "It's a few villagers who didn't come together at noon. Your second uncle and second mother are also back from town, as well as Lan'er's uncle."
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
"Mom, whether we go there to eat or not is the second priority."
Yang Ruoqing said.
"Mainly because of your body, mother, can you still manage the meals for that table of people at night?"
Hearing Yang Ruoqing ask, Sun also hesitated.
My waist aches and my legs hurt, and I can't lift my arms at all.
That meal at night was so disgusting!
Yang Ruoqing caught Sun's expression in her eyes and continued: "Mom, there are not many people at that table at night, most of them are my own family."
"The dishes are all left over from noon. Just roll them in the pot and serve them on the table."
"Second mother and cousin Lan'er are also here. They are not outsiders and can cook."
"As long as they are here, I think you won't go, right?" Yang Ruoqing advised.
"Not going?" Mrs. Sun hesitated for a moment, "That's not a good idea..."
Yang Huazhong, who was in a wheelchair next to him, said: "There's nothing wrong with it, just do as my daughter says."
"Mother Qing'er, your health is important. You were in charge of preparing the drinks at noon, and we have done our best."
"Let them take care of the meal at night, we won't even get through it!" said the man.
"Then grandma Qing'er will ask..."
"For me, I believe my parents are not inconsiderate!" Yang Huazhong said.
Sun nodded: "Okay."
Daan and Xiaoan cheered when they heard that they didn't have to go there to eat at night.
Yang Huazhong and Sun were dumbfounded.
Yang Ruoqing secretly raised the corners of her lips and breathed a sigh of relief.
She helped Sun tuck the corners of the quilt: "Mom, have a good rest. I'll take care of dinner!"
Sun nodded.
The family spoke thoughtfully for a while.
Yang Ruoqing stood up and put on an apron.
"Mom, I'm going to serve dinner. Let's have an early meal today and go to bed early to rest."
"good!"
…
Yang Ruoqing came to the kitchen and found that the firewood was gone.
The few handfuls of firewood she had were used to boil water at noon.
When we went outside to the foot of the yard wall, there were only a few pine cones left on the ground.
The cattails that Tang Yazi and I carried back two days ago were only half dry in the sun and could not ignite the fire.
What to do?
I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time to gather pine feathers in the woods now.
Go to the old Yang's kitchen in the front yard to pull a bundle?
Thinking about Tan's stinginess, Yang Ruoqing would rather go to the woods!
At worst, it's just a matter of having a late dinner.
Just as she picked up the bamboo raft and rope and was about to go out, Luo Fengtang came.
"Qing'er, where are you going?"
he asked as soon as he entered the door.
"There is no more firewood at home, and I am going to the woods to get some!" she said.
Luo Fengtang smiled and said, "Don't go, I brought you the firewood."
"ah?"
Yang Ruoqing was surprised.
Following his guidance, I saw the alley outside the side door.
The wheelbarrow was parked there with a load of pine hair piled on it!
Yang Ruoqing was immediately happy.
She put down the bamboo raft and rope in her hands and ran quickly to the wheelbarrow.
Looking at the tightly packed pine hair on the car, I was so excited.
"Tangyaozi, you really provide help in times of need. I am worried about this firewood!"
"hey-hey."
Luo Fengtang laughed twice.
"Let's unload the firewood quickly!" he suggested.
"okay!"
Yang Ruoqing pointed to the open space under the courtyard wall and unloaded the pine hair with Luo Fengtang.
Luo Fengtang carried another bundle of pine hair to the kitchen.
Yang Ruoqing followed in, and while tying an apron around her waist, she said to him: "Don't leave at night, just eat here, I'll get something good and we'll give it to you!"
Luo Fengtang smiled and said: "No need..."
"necessary!"
In the end, Luo Fengtang failed to defeat Yang Ruoqing and had to stay.
He went to Yang Huazhong's house next door to say hello, and quickly returned to the kitchen.
"Qing'er, let me help you stuff the firewood."
He said and sat directly at the kitchen door.
Da'an brought a bowl of hot tea to Luo Fengtang, and the boy went to the next room very wisely.
In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing was kneading wheat noodles in a basin while asking Luo Fengtang.
"If I guess correctly, you went to the woods to gather these pine feathers in the afternoon, right?" she asked with a smile.
Luo Fengtang grinned and nodded.
I brought a tofu bucket to the kitchen in the morning and saw that Qing'er's family was almost running out of firewood.
After going to his house, I grabbed some food to satisfy my stomach, and then went to the woods to collect pine hair.
I loaded up the car and pulled it over directly.
Luo Fengtang took a few sips of tea and said to Yang Ruoqing: "You burn these firewood first. When you finish burning them later, I will send them over."
After hearing this, Yang Ruoqing took a moment to glance at him while kneading the dough.
It’s an understatement, but how much hard work and sweat goes into it?
This kid!
Yang Ruoqing felt as sweet as drinking honey water.
"Okay, we don't have enough firewood, let's go to the woods to collect it together." She said with a smile.
"Um!"
Luo Fengtang nodded vigorously, his eyes full of joy.
He most likes to do things with Qing'er.
The dough was kneaded quickly, and Yang Ruoqing placed the large chopping board for cutting vegetables on the pot table.
Sprinkle wheat flour evenly on the chopping board, and then place the kneaded dough on the chopping board.
"Qing'er, do you want pancakes?"
Luo Fengtang held the tea bowl and stood by the pot to look at it.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "I'm rolling noodles!"
Noodle?
Luo Fengtang felt a bit of anticipation in his heart.
I have eaten the cakes baked by Qing'er, the rice cooked by Qing'er, the stir-fried vegetables, the sweet potato rice soup...
Everything left him unforgettable.
Today is the first time to eat noodles made by Qing'er.
He was looking forward to it.
The boy stood by the pot, watching Yang Ruoqing rolling out the noodles without blinking.
