The other women nearby were all whispering.
Mrs. Tan stood there with a dark face, staring at the wooden barrel containing pig intestines in disgust.
Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing stood up.
"What's on the countertop but not on the countertop? Pig intestines, tongues, hearts, etc., they all come from pigs. There is no distinction between them."
Yang Ruoqing said clearly.
She glanced at Yang.
"Let me give you an example. Second Mom, you have a horse's face on top and two butts on the bottom."
"No matter if it's your face or your butt, it's all meat that grows on your body."
"Then do you think it's your face that's more important? Or your butt?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Yang frowned: "The face is used to show others, of course the face is the most important thing!"
Yang Ruoqing said: "It turns out that the second mother is a person who cares about the head but not the butt!"
"Without your ass, how can you sit on a stool, Second Mom? Those two leg bones can't stab you to death?"
Yang thought for a moment, yes.
He quickly changed his words: "Then I want my butt!"
Yang Ruoqing suddenly nodded: "Oh...it turns out that the second mother is shameless!"
Yang was stunned.
Why does this sound a little strange?
Before her mind could turn around, the other women beside her couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Only then did Yang realize that she had been tricked by Yang Ruoqing.
She was so angry that she gritted her teeth, stamped her feet and cursed.
"You damn fat girl, are you trying to stumbling upon me with your words?"
Yang Ruoqing looked innocent: "I said it first, using an analogy!"
"So that the second mother can understand that pig intestines are not something that is not popular."
"It's all the same ingredients, but it doesn't taste good. That's because the person holding the spoon didn't grasp it well!" she said.
"Girl Qing, I love hearing this!"
The Huang family's sister-in-law couldn't help but chat.
She is the person in charge of this banquet, and she is also the most famous lady in charge of the food in eight villages.
Regardless of weddings and banquets, she will take care of them.
The Huang family's sister-in-law came out and said to everyone: "My maternal grandfather worked in the backyard kitchen of a royal palace in the capital when he was young."
The women on the side listened with their eyes wide open, and even the expression on Mrs. Tan's face softened a little.
The Huang family's sister-in-law continued: "When I was young, I often heard my grandfather talk about the chef of the prince's palace. What he talked about the most was the dishes made by the chef."
"Hey, there are things flying in the sky, things running on the ground, and things swimming in the water..."
“Countless delicacies from mountains and seas, delicious food!”
“One of the dishes uses pig intestines!”
"Pig intestines? No way!" Yang interrupted the Huang family's sister-in-law.
"We farmers don't even eat such unworthy food, so how come the nobles in the capital still care about this? It's a joke!"
Yang shook his head as he spoke, with a look of disbelief.
The Huang family's sister-in-law said seriously: "Second sister-in-law, you are wrong to say that."
"As Qing Yatou just said, they are all made from pigs. If our farmers don't eat them, it means they are not cooked properly."
"How can the cooking skills of the prince's chef be comparable to those of our villagers?" asked the Huang family's sister-in-law.
The women on the side nodded in agreement.
Even Mr. Tan's expression became a little relaxed. He looked at the barrel, the disgust in his eyes lessened.
Yang also glanced at the wooden barrel containing pig intestines and sneered.
"Okay, just take what you say, sister-in-law of the Huang family, to be reasonable. Pig intestines are an ingredient and can be eaten on the table."
"But only the chef of the royal palace can make that!"
"A bowl of pig intestines might be paired with a bunch of good things like ginseng and bird's nest. Not to mention pig intestines, even pig manure can be put on the table!"
"But you, fat girl, dumping these pig intestines are just blind and disgusting! It's better to dump them as soon as possible so that everyone can be clean!" Yang said.
The Huang family's sister-in-law was silenced by Yang.
All the women looked at Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing raised her head and glanced at Yang indifferently.
"Second mother, please don't look down on others!"
"Since I bought this bucket of pig intestines, I must be able to make delicious dishes!" she said.
Yang sneered and looked sideways at Yang Ruoqing.
"Stop bragging like that. If you really have that ability, why don't you come and compete with my Lan'er on your cooking skills?" Yang said.
Yang Ruoqing was startled.
He looked at Yang Ruolan.
I saw Yang Ruolan looking this way with a provocative look.
Yang Ruoqing was secretly surprised.
Isn’t this cousin a person who never touches the spring water?
When did you learn to cook?
"What? If you just say something, you're going to give up if you really want to take action?"
Over there, Yang asked loudly.
Yang Ruoqing sneered: "Let's compete, who is afraid of whom?"
"However, a competition without a prize is boring!"
Yang immediately turned his attention to Yang Ruolan.
Yang Ruolan held the handkerchief in her little hands and coughed lightly.
She knew it was her turn to appear.
The lotus steps moved lightly, and Liu Yao came forward with a gentle swing.
Yang Ruolan's soft voice sounded: "We sisters, family love comes first, competition comes second."
"It doesn't matter who wins or loses, we are all good sisters..."
Yang Ruoqing waved her hand to interrupt Yang Ruolan's words.
"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point. What's the reward for losing? What's the punishment for winning?"
Yang Ruolan's pretty face blushed slightly, and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes.
But then it was covered up.
His wonderful eyes wandered, he pondered for a moment, and opened his mouth again.
"If I win and my sister loses, my sister will promise me one thing."
"Kneel down at the door of my sister-in-law's house for half an hour, and then buy a dog of the same breed as Wangcai to honor my sister-in-law."
"I'm willing to admit defeat. Do you dare to accept the bet?" Yang Ruolan asked.
Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes.
Kneeling for half an hour?
Want to pay for a dog?
This was not only corporal punishment, but also made me look down on Yang Huamei who had made the mistake.
At the same time, Yang Ruolan was able to successfully please Tan and Lao Yangtou.
This damn green tea bitch, scheming bitch!
"I'm willing to admit defeat. I accept this bet." Yang Ruoqing said.
When Yang Ruolan saw her agree, a smug sneer appeared on her lips.
"What will you do if you lose, cousin Lan'er?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Yang Ruolan shook her head gently.
She won't lose.
"If I lose, I will let my sister punish me," she said.
"Don't say anything, I asked my cousin to go have a meal, will you go too?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Yang Ruolan's expression changed slightly.
He quickly changed his words and said: "Of course there are prerequisites. It must not be murder, arson, or anything offensive to morals..."
Yang Ruoqing smiled meaningfully.
Rest assured, your requirements will be met.
On the side, Mrs. Sun was anxious.
He couldn't help but persuade Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "Qing'er, let's not argue with that tone, right?"
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and said, "I won't give in if you don't fight for the steamed buns and the breath."
Sun was at a loss and looked at Tan for help.
"Mom, please say something. It's boring for the whole family to compete..."
Mrs. Tan raised her hand and calmly smoothed her hair.
"Let them compete. It's a happy day, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to have some fun and add to the fun!"
Tan said.
