, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Hearing her instructions, he grinned and washed more vigorously.
The bowls and chopsticks in this pot were all eaten by everyone last night.
Luo Daye threw it into the pot and ignored it.
It was a bit hard to wash it now. I watched Luo Fengtang holding the loofah naan and struggling to scrape the sticky stuff on the mouth of the bowl.
Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.
Is she being raised as a housewife?
In other words, his image, temperament, and this pot stand and pile of dirty dishes and chopsticks.
It really doesn’t match!
But it was this contradictory visual impact that made her eyes shine even more.
A powerful man is attractive.
The warm-hearted family man is equally charming!
He had just washed the dishes and chopsticks here, and hadn't had time to change the water to rinse them.
Uncle Daniel suddenly came in.
I saw Luo Fengtang with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, holding a bowl in one hand and loofah naan in the other.
Daniel was surprised.
Then I was happy.
"Huh? I thought you went to the toilet, but you're hiding here washing dishes?"
Daniel laughed and said loudly.
"Washing dishes is what women do. How did you, a man, do this?"
Daniel asked again.
His loud voice attracted everyone else in the yard.
Uncle Chang Geng, Yang Huazhong, Blacksmith Luo, and Yang Yongjin who came to help, all poked their heads into the kitchen.
Yang Ruoqing was a little embarrassed and wanted to kick Luo Fengtang out.
But he grinned.
Calmly turned around to face everyone.
"The work does not distinguish between men and women. If I do one more job, Qing'er will have to do one less job."
he said.
"Haha, this kid looks so naive, but he's so thoughtful." Da Niu said.
Chang Geng also nodded in agreement: "He is more caring than us, so any girl from any family who marries him in the future will be blessed!"
Following Chang Geng's words, everyone's kind eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing.
Even a person as shameless as her blushed when being teased like this in public.
Luo Fengtang, however, stood up straight with a cheerful smile on his face.
Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo exchanged glances and smiled knowingly.
I was afraid that Daniel and the others would tease the two children too much and embarrass them.
Blacksmith Luo quickly called them over there to have a smoke break.
They were the only two people left in the kitchen.
Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and pinched his arm lightly.
"I told you not to wash it. If you insist on washing it, it's okay now. I've been made fun of!"
She glared at him and scolded him in a low voice.
It was obviously a scolding, but to his ears, the tone sounded more like coquettishness.
He smiled brighter.
"I just want to be nice to Qing'er, be fair and aboveboard, and no one can stop me!" he said.
She also felt sweet when she heard this.
But she deliberately pouted and poked his strong chest with her fingers.
"Hmph, if you show affection, you will be struck by lightning. Keep a low profile!"
"As you command!"
…
Men and women are matched, so work is not tiring.
While the kitchen was being cleaned, the hot water in the earthen pot was boiling.
Yang Ruoqing made tea for everyone, and Luo Fengtang served it to them.
After drinking hot tea and smoking dry cigarettes for a while, the men started working again.
In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing also started to prepare for lunch.
Picking vegetables, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables.
Chopping hare, busy in full swing...
Mrs. Sun came over with Daan and Xiaoan.
The woman was busy helping Yang Ruoqing, while Daan led Xiaoan to play with other friends outside the yard.
When the sun was almost overhead, a delicious lunch was put on the table.
The men, who had worked hard all day, sat down at the table.
Looking at the table full of food and the small jar of roasted knives, every greedy person was attracted.
This meal is much more exciting than the ones Luo Daye prepared a few days ago!
The men in the next room were enjoying their meal.
In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing shoveled the rice from the big pot inside into the small pot outside to warm it.
Inside the cauldron, there is a circle of rice cakes left.
She used a spatula to scoop up a big piece in the palm of her hand. The rice cake was golden in color and three centimeters thick.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the rice cake was broken into two pieces by her.
She handed one of the pieces to Mrs. Sun, "This rice cake is ready. Mom, take a piece."
Mrs. Sun casually wiped her hands on her apron, took the pot and put it in her mouth.
After taking a bite, the woman nodded repeatedly.
"Well, this rice cake is so good, crunchy and crunchy!" she praised.
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
This ancient rice has good air and good ecology.
Purely natural rice without any pesticides or chemical fertilizers.
After being simmered in an old-fashioned pot, the rice is soft and delicious, and the crispy rice is even crispier.
Those millet rice crispy rice dumplings in the supermarket can’t compare with this rice crispy rice crispy rice dumpling!
"Mom, do you still want it?"
After finishing her half, Yang Ruoqing took another piece and asked Sun.
Sun shook her head: "I can't eat anymore."
"Okay, let's eat later!"
Yang Ruoqing said, pouring the milky white rice soup into the big pot.
Crispy rice soup soaked in rice soup is a favorite among villagers.
Often after finishing a bowl of rice, I always feel like something is missing.
At this time, scoop out a bowl of thick rice soup to soak the crispy rice, and add a handful of pickles.
Squatting beside the haystack under the sun, eating and drinking under the wall.
Even a god wouldn’t do it!
…
"Third Aunt, Qing'er, you have been busy all day, why don't you eat?"
A tall figure entered the kitchen, it was Luo Fengtang.
Mrs. Sun smiled and said, "I'm not hungry right now. I'll eat later."
The woman stood up and said, "I'll go to the next room to see when your father and the others will prepare food!"
Making an excuse, the woman slipped out of the kitchen.
Luo Fengtang nodded and watched Sun leave the kitchen. He turned around and looked at Yang Ruoqing.
I saw her holding a spatula and stirring the rice soup with her cheeks stretched into buns and still moving.
There was a smile in his eyes, and he couldn't help but walked over and asked, "My cheeks are about to burst, what will Qing'er eat?"
Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing glanced sideways at him and raised the corners of her lips.
"Learn from your aunt and steal rice cakes to eat!"
Luo Fengtang: "...".
"Is it delicious? Give me a bite too?"
His tall body leaned over.
The strong masculine scent on her body, mixed with the faint smell of alcohol, penetrated her nose.
Her cheeks felt inexplicably hot.
He freed up a hand to push him a few steps away and gave him an angry look.
"You smell like alcohol all over your body. How much did you drink?" she asked.
He chuckled, "Not much, just walked back and forth with every uncle."
Walked back and forth?
Yang Ruoqing calculated it, and after one round, she would burn at least three ounces of knives!
"You can still stand so firmly with Sanliangshaodao, you must have a good drinker!"
she smiled.
"You didn't eat in the morning, and you drank on an empty stomach at noon. It's a waste of your body!"
She continued.
Luo Fengtang shook his head: "No, I'm happy, so I drank a few more cups."
"That's true." Yang Ruoqing nodded. Sometimes men are at the wine table and cannot be postponed.
"I'll fill the rice soup for you and make some crispy rice to dilute the wine in your stomach."
She said, turned around and was about to get the bowl, when her waist suddenly tightened.
When she came to her senses, he had already brought her into his arms.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, tightened them tightly, and held her tightly.
She tensed up and froze in place.
There is a large table of people eating next door. Who will peek into the kitchen later...
