, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "Lan'er, the rouge you put on smells very good, please put some on me too!" Yang Huamei said.
Yang Ruolan smiled happily: "It's rare that you like it, I'll give you the whole box!"
"Oh, Lan'er is still nice to my aunt!"
After finishing dressing up, Yang Huamei and Yang Ruolan walked out hand in hand.
"Where are you going?"
Mrs. Tan just came out of the room and glanced at the two people.
Yang Ruolan bowed respectfully to Mrs. Tan: "Mistress, I want to go to my mother-in-law's house. I will be back before lunch."
"What about Meier?"
Tan asked again.
Yang Huamei took Yang Ruoqing's arm and said, "I'm bored in the room, so I'll go with Lan'er."
Mrs. Tan glanced at Yang Huamei's smooth hair and her obviously decorated face.
She thought, "My daughter looks good now. It's time to go out for a walk."
Lanerga's mother-in-law's house happened to be near Wang Hong's family.
Let everyone in Wang Hong's family see Mei'er, who is white, fat, and easy to have children, and they will definitely be rare.
"Okay, then you all go there together and come back early!"
"Eh!"
The two girls walked out the door happily holding hands.
Mrs. Tan looked at the backs of the two of them.
Mei'er in the red coat, Lan'er in the blue skirt.
Tan was puzzled.
This Lan'er is as thin as a bean sprout, and her waist can be broken.
Why does everyone say she is beautiful?
My daughter Meier is still beautiful, no matter where she goes, she will be happy!
…
At the intersection of the village.
Yang Ruolan said: "Girl, I won't accompany you there. My grandma is not in good health. I'll go check on her. How about we meet at this intersection later?"
Yang Huamei said: "Sure."
The two people parted ways.
Seeing Yang Huamei walking away, Yang Ruolan turned around from behind the corner.
Provoking a sneer from Chun.
Fool!
You're fat and ugly, why should I leave all my good dowry to you?
Obviously I am the pride of the old Yang family,
The one she married was a scholar again.
Why is my dowry so much inferior to yours?
Fool!
If I didn’t instigate you to make a fool of myself, I wouldn’t be Yang Ruolan!
With a slight snort, Yang Ruolan turned around, twisted Yang Liu's waist, and headed towards Ga's mother-in-law's house.
Here, Yang Huamei saw the small farmyard under the old maple tree in front.
There is no door to the yard, anyone can enter.
The further forward and closer to the courtyard, the more excited Yang Huamei became.
The palms of my hands were sweating.
…
In the old Luo family hall, Blacksmith Luo was sitting at the table, cutting the incense paper Luo Fengtang bought.
Luo Daye sat drinking tea.
Suddenly I saw a fat girl in red clothes poking her head at the door.
Luo Daye was surprised, turned around and shouted outside the yard.
"which one?"
An unfamiliar female voice came from outside.
"Is Tang Yazi at home? I have something to do with him!"
Looking for Tang Yazi?
Luo Daye glanced at Blacksmith Luo.
Blacksmith Luo said, "It doesn't sound like girl Qing's voice. Let's take a look."
He immediately put down the scented paper in his hand and came to the door of the house.
"Is she his sister-in-law? It's an unlucky time for you to come. Tang Yazi has just left the house!"
Blacksmith Luo smiled.
The nephew is two years older than Yang Huamei in front of him.
But this seniority is here.
"Ah?" Yang Huamei was surprised, with a look of disappointment on her face.
"Is there something urgent about his sister-in-law? It's the same thing if you don't tell me. I'll tell Tang Yazi later..." Blacksmith Luo asked again.
Yang Huamei secretly curled her lips.
This damn old man, what I said to your nephew was private.
Why should I tell you?
Shameless.
Yang Huamei asked Blacksmith Luo with interest: "Then where did he go? When will he come home?"
Blacksmith Luo said: "I said I was going to Qing Yatou's place. I can't tell when she will come home. His sister-in-law, why don't you come in and have a sip of tea?"
Before the words were finished, Yang Huamei snorted, turned around and left.
As he walked, he muttered angrily: "I'm so annoyed that I went to find that fat girl again. I hate it..."
Luo Daye followed him out of the main room and saw a fat figure walking away.
"Hey, isn't this fat girl the youngest daughter of the old Yang family?"
Luo Daye said.
We even had a meal together that day. The appetite was huge!
"What is she here for?" Luo Daye asked again.
"Looking for Tang Yazi, I said he wasn't here and he left in anger."
As Blacksmith Luo said, he turned around and went back to the main room to cut his incense paper.
Luo Daye followed him into the house, shaking his head.
"What did Tang Yazi do? I saw him carrying a bulging bag out of the door earlier."
"I asked him, but he didn't tell me," she said.
Blacksmith Luo said, "I don't know either. I only know that he went to Qing Yatou's house."
Luo Da'e's eyes flashed: "Tang Yazi is very diligent in running to Qing Yatou's house. Could these two children be..."
Blacksmith Luo glared at Luo Daye.
"Don't talk nonsense about things that haven't been made clear yet. It will be embarrassing later!"
"oh……"
Luo Daye shrank back.
After a while, he continued to ask: "Then the daughter of the old Yang family came to see Tang Yazi. Is she also curious about Tang Yazi?"
Blacksmith Luo said nothing.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be the case. My nephew and this Yang Huamei are separated by generations!
However, who can say for sure when it comes to young people?
Luo Da'e smiled: "This is really interesting. Both my aunt and my nephew are jealous of our Tang Yazi, and each one is fatter than the other."
"Tangyao, what kind of luck are we in? Why do we get so favored by these fat girls?"
"If you don't know how to speak, just shut up. Why are you mumbling endlessly?"
Blacksmith Luo became impatient, scolded Luo Daye, picked up the joss paper and returned to his room.
…
In the kitchen.
With the concerted efforts of the two mothers, all the dumplings were made in an hour.
The raw dumplings are placed one by one on two large bamboo sieves on the side, like a curved boat.
There is also a touch of white wheat flour sprinkled on the edge.
Mrs. Sun rubbed her sore arm and said to Yang Ruoqing, "Let's cook the dumplings later and deliver them to everyone before lunch."
Yang Ruoqing nodded, started to ladle water into the small pot, covered the pot and boiled it.
When the water boiled, she scooped several bowls of raw dumplings into the pot and continued cooking.
A tall figure stooped into the kitchen.
"Third Aunt, Qing'er!"
Yang Ruoqing turned around.
Seeing it was Luo Fengtang, she pursed her lips and smiled.
"Tangyaozi, you came just in time."
"My family is cooking dumplings. You can take two bowls back later to save me a trip," she said.
Luo Fengtang nodded when he heard this and took out the bulging twine bag behind him.
"what is this?"
Yang Ruoqing asked.
Luo Fengtang said: "Today is the winter solstice. The winter solstice is as big as the New Year. I will give my uncle and aunt some food to celebrate the festival."
As he spoke, he leaned over and took something out of the twine bag.
Mrs. Sun ran over from the kitchen door.
Mother and daughter looked at what Luo Fengtang took out.
They were a roasted and dried pheasant and a roasted and dried hare.
It's golden, with a layer of solidified oil still remaining on the surface.
