, wonderful and free of pop-ups! <!--Chapter content begins--> Yang Ruoqing's family was treated to a sumptuous luncheon.
After the guests had enjoyed themselves, Luo Fengtang and Blacksmith Luo brought two full baskets.
On the basket, there are bright red words of "happy" on it, and it is also covered with red cloth.
Inside the basket are clothing materials, fruits, snacks, fish, fine wine and other things as a return gift to the woman's natal family.
The new son-in-law Luo Fengtang sent these things all the way to the large yard of his father-in-law and mother-in-law's house next door.
at night.
In order to make up for her mistakes in the morning, the bride Yang Ruoqing put on an apron herself and went to the kitchen, where she and Wang Cuilian served the dinner for the family and friends staying at her home.
In the main room in the front yard, Blacksmith Luo accompanied Yan Huaian and Tuoba Xian to do some household chores.
On a table nearby was a chessboard.
Mu Zichuan and Zuo Junmo were playing chess, and Risong and Xu Mang stood behind them, watching the game without saying a word.
Luo Fengtang was busy serving tea and water to everyone.
"Tangyaozi, the dinner is ready. You can set out the chopsticks and bowls."
Yang Ruoqing came from the backyard with a bowl of dishes and chopsticks in hand, and looked into the main room.
"Coming!"
Luo Fengtang quickly came to her side, reached out and took the basin in her hand, and the two of them entered the dining hall next to the main room.
The dining hall is also very spacious, with a brand new Eight Immortals table.
A bright lantern hung down, and there were candle stands in the four corners of the dining room, filled with candles.
All the candles in the four corners are lit, and with the lanterns above the head, the dining hall is filled with light. The beautiful environment can stimulate people's appetite, and they can eat three large bowls of rice.
"You drank a lot at noon. Can you drink less tonight?"
While setting the chopsticks, Yang Ruoqing discussed in a low voice to Luo Fengtang, who was holding a glass of white wine next to her.
Luo Fengtang glanced sideways at her: "Whatever the wife says is what she said."
"Well, be good!"
She stood up on tiptoes, stroked his face, and said with a smile.
He grabbed her little hand and kissed it, then came closer to her and said, "It didn't hurt enough last night, so it's going to happen again tonight. Won't getting drunk make things worse?"
Her face suddenly turned red.
She quickly pulled her hand away from his and gave him a slight squeeze.
"It's useless to think about that all the time!" she said angrily.
He grinned: "Hey, I have a wife, so why don't I think about that?"
"You bastard, I'm going to serve the food and I won't talk to you anymore!"
She turned and left.
Look at her slightly raised hair and slightly twisted waist.
Luo Fengtang's mouth suddenly went dry when he thought of her unbearable fragile appearance under him last night.
I wish I could finish the dinner earlier and get under the quilt and sleep with her in my arms earlier.
"Daughter-in-law, wait for me, I will serve the dishes with you!"
He shouted and hurried after him.
Dinner was quickly put on the table, and it was a big table full.
The dishes are no longer the ones at yesterday's banquet. They were all made anew by Yang Ruoqing at night.
Boiled meat, sauced pork ribs, fish head with chopped pepper, and braised fish cubes.
Roast chicken, roast duck, sizzling tenderloin.
Stir-fried seasonal vegetables.
An appetizer to go with rice.
Healthy and nourishing wild mushroom soup.
There are also pork stewed vermicelli and pickled cabbage braised bacon specially made for Tuoba Xian and others from the north.
Luo Fengtang greeted everyone to the dining hall, and everyone's eyes widened when they saw the table of delicious, delicious and tasty dishes.
Even Tuoba Xian, who is used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, couldn't help but marvel at this moment.
"Qing'er is really good at cooking!" she praised.
"Brother Fengtang is really lucky to have such a woman who can cook as his wife!"
Risong couldn't help but taste a piece of cold dried tofu that day, "It's not like my backyard, where all eighteen women can only eat but not cook. Without the cook, they will all starve to death!"
"It would be better to marry a southern woman like Qing'er, who is a good hand both inside and outside!" he said.
"Brother, you are serious that day. The eighteen sisters-in-law must also have something they are good at!"
Luo Fengtang smiled and patted Risong on the shoulder and said.
As a man, Luo Fengtang couldn't hide his pride when his wife was praised like this.
When Risong heard Luo Fengtang's words that day, he shook his head like a rattle.
"Hey, they are all good at competing for favors and intrigues, but they are not good at other jobs."
"Your Qing'er is better!" Narisong said.
Luo Fengtang smiled and was noncommittal.
That’s right, my Qing’er is so good. Heroes really think alike!
"Why are you all standing? Sit down quickly!"
Yang Ruoqing's voice came from the door.
She walked in front, holding a bowl of white rice in her hand.
Behind her, Wang Cuilian was holding a basin of white and fluffy white-faced steamed buns.
"Wow, you also made steamed buns? I like it!"
Narisong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he was attracted by the bowl of steamed buns.
Everyone sat down around and started eating and drinking. The atmosphere at the table was great.
While eating, Yang Ruoqing felt something was wrong.
What's wrong?
That was Risong, Zuo Junmo, and Muzichuan, who seemed to have made an appointment in advance to take turns toasting Luo Fengtang.
You greet him after you greet him, without stopping in between. The reason is to celebrate your wedding.
Luo Fengtang couldn't refuse. If he accepted the wine from one, it would be unreasonable for him not to accept the other.
The same goes for reciprocating.
Moreover, Risong was particularly good at ordering drinks that day, and he performed the culture of persuading people to drink at the wine table to perfection.
In short, it just makes you unable to refuse.
Until Tuoba Xian and other elders had finished eating and went to the next hall to talk and drink tea, several young people in the dining hall continued.
Seeing the red color gradually rising on Luo Fengtang's face, Yang Ruoqing couldn't sit still.
It is humiliating for a man to hold back his drink, and it will make him laugh at others.
With an idea, Yang Ruoqing stood up.
"It's not fair. He is the groom and I am also the bride."
"You can't just toast him and congratulate him and leave me alone!"
Yang Ruoqing said crisply.
Luo Fengtang saw this and hurriedly pulled her to sit down.
"Daughter-in-law, please don't be upset, this is wine, it's not good for girls to drink it." He said in a low voice.
Yang Ruoqing smiled: "Oh, it's okay to drink occasionally. Besides, I also want to join in the fun on this special day!"
Then, her eyes fell on Narisong opposite, who was holding a wine bottle.
"Narisong, let's start with you and let's take it easy, how about that?" she asked.
When Risong heard this, he was as excited as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood.
"Yeah!"
"I'm not as good as you in martial arts, and when it comes to drinking, hey, Qing'er, you are no match for me!" he said.
Seeing that Luo Fengtang was about to speak again, Ri Song became anxious.
"Brother Fengtang, if you stop me from finding a place, we will no longer be brothers."
"You are just a guy who looks down on your friends. I will despise you!" Narisong said.
