Mrs. Liu hid behind Yang Huaan and didn't even poke her head out.
Old Yangtou said: "Today is the festival, fourth brother, you are not allowed to go crazy again!"
Then, the old man turned his attention to Mrs. Liu: "What's going on? Why didn't you make the rice dumplings?"
Ms. Liu hunched her shoulders and said, "There is no glutinous rice, no meat, no red dates..."
Nothing...
Old Yangtou was so angry that the veins on his head were popping out.
"If one quilt doesn't cover two people, you two will starve to death!"
The old man waved to the two Suns in the room: "He'erju'er, come here, I'll take you to eat rice dumplings!"
After taking two steps, Old Yang turned around again.
He swept away the scattered stools on the floor of the room and yelled at Yang Huaming, who was still standing in the middle of the room.
"What are you doing in a daze? Clean up the house quickly!"
Just as Yang Huaming moved, he suddenly bent over and covered his stomach with both hands.
"Ouch……"
"What happened again?"
"Dad, my stomach hurts so much..."
Yang Huaming's face turned pale the moment he spoke.
Big beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he stood there with his legs clasped, his legs trembling.
"The lazy ass is grinding and peeing a lot, it makes me very upset!"
Old Yang turned around and led everyone away.
Before I had walked a few steps, a sound of "噞ala..." came from the house behind me...
Everyone turned around and looked again, and they were all shocked.
I saw Yang Huaming stepping out of the house with one foot, while the other foot remained in the house.
It looked like he was in a hurry to go out and use the toilet.
However, the 'flash flood' has already broken out.
The pants that followed the wide steps flowed down the thighs.
…
In the dining hall, Lao Yangtou took out rice dumplings and gave them to his two granddaughters.
Yang Huazhou also sent rice dumplings.
He'er and Ju'er shook their heads.
"Master, Fifth Uncle, we are not hungry. We ate a lot of rice dumplings with Third Mom earlier!" Yang Ruohe said.
Lao Yang nodded.
He said to everyone: "Everyone, go on and eat."
…
In the kitchen, Ms. Liu sat at the door of the kitchen wiping her tears. Yang Huaan squatted in front of her and whispered to persuade her.
"My fourth brother has been protecting food since he was a child. Why are you trying to grab the rice dumplings from his mouth? Isn't this a fight?" he said.
"Besides, I said I would give you rice dumplings in the afternoon, so I will. What are you in a hurry for? Hey, are you getting beaten?"
Hearing Yang Huaan's words, Mrs. Liu curled her lips.
He raised his hand and poked Yang Huaan in the chest.
"You are all gathering together to eat rice dumplings, and I'm still hungry!"
"Afternoon? I'll be starving to death in the afternoon!"
"None of the men in your old Yang family are good!" Mrs. Liu said.
Yang Huaan stretched out his hand and grabbed Mrs. Liu's finger, smiling obscenely.
"Hey, I'll be nice to you from now on!"
Footsteps suddenly sounded at the door, and the two people opened their fingers like an electric shock.
Yang Huaan stood up and pretended to look at the pot on the pot stand.
Ms. Liu buried her head and pretended to be looking for something on the ground at the kitchen door.
A figure came in, it was Jin.
When they saw Jin, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
Deaf, mute, and stupid, he was not afraid of anything if she bumped into him.
Jin entered the kitchen and saw Yang Huaan here, a flash of light flashed in his cloudy eyes.
The silly woman came over and took Yang Huaan's arm, pulling him outside.
A sound of 'ah...ah...' came out of his mouth.
One hand was pointing towards the canteen next door...
Yang Huaan, who has lived with her for more than 20 years, understands what the silly woman means.
This is urging him to eat next door.
"You go first, I'll be back in a minute!"
He opened Jin's hand and shook out his wrinkled clothes.
Seeing the five black fingerprints on it, his brows knitted together in disgust.
Kim didn't realize that the man was upset.
She only knew that dinner was served next door and everyone was eating. If the man was not here, he would be hungry.
Seeing that Yang Huaan hadn't left, she tried to pull him away again.
He was thrown away by Yang Huaan.
"I'll go by myself!" Yang Huaan glared at Jin and walked out of the kitchen.
Mrs. Jin was very happy and was about to leave when she suddenly saw Mrs. Liu standing up slowly from the kitchen door.
Jin was surprised.
Mr. Liu completely ignored Mr. Jin's presence, dusted himself off, and raised his hands to comb his hair.
Then, he puffed up his chest and passed by Mr. Jin, leaving the kitchen.
Mrs. Jin looked at Mrs. Liu's back and then at the door of the kitchen where she had been hiding.
Dirty fingers stuffed into mouth.
He tilted his head, biting and looking, with a confused look on his face.
…
After lunch, Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo went to the fish pond behind the village to check.
Yang Ruoqing and Mrs. Sun carried rice dumplings to Grandma Ga's house at the entrance of the village.
During the Dragon Boat Festival, we visit relatives and share delicious rice dumplings with everyone.
The women sat together and chatted, while the children played in the yard.
Yang Ruoqing sat aside, listening to her mother, Aunt Gapo, and the others having fun at home.
At this time, Bao Suyun came over.
"Qing'er, you have a visitor."
…
When Yang Ruoqing and Sun arrived at the entrance of the alley, they saw a carriage parked on the road at the entrance of the alley.
Beside the carriage, Yang Huazhou was talking with two men.
Yang Huazhou's eyes lit up when he heard the footsteps here.
He said to one of the old men: "Qing'er is back!"
The old man turned around when he heard the sound.
Yang Ruoqing recognized at a glance that this was old Uncle Geng.
The man standing next to Old Uncle Geng was the driver of Zuo Jun’s Mo family.
The last time Zuo Junmo came to Tianxiang Tower, he also brought this coachman with him.
"Old Uncle Geng!"
Yang Ruoqing ran over quickly.
By the way, I introduced it to Sun and Yang Huazhou on the side.
Mrs. Sun learned that the last time her daughter and son-in-law went to Zuojiazhuang, Huguang County, it was this old man who entertained them for several days.
The woman talked about this kindness without hiding the enthusiasm on her face.
"It turns out that a distinguished guest has arrived. Come on, please take a seat in the room!" Mrs. Sun greeted.
Old Uncle Geng smiled and said, "Thank you so much for the invitation, Qing'er. I won't be sitting down today. I'm here to do something."
"Old Uncle Geng, what's going on?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Old Uncle Geng said: "The old lady of the Zuo family sent me over to pick up Miss Yang to watch the dragon boat race."
"Dragon Boat Race?"
Yang Ruoqing was surprised.
Then I remembered what I heard when I went back to Huguang County and chatted with Zuo Junmo.
Because there is a long river in front of Zuojiazhuang, dragon boat races are held every Dragon Boat Festival.
In the nearby area, men from eight villages in ten miles organized themselves.
Each village will send a dragon boat team to compete.
Entertainment was scarce in this era, and villagers attached great importance to the annual dragon boat race.
"Old Uncle Geng, go back and express your gratitude to Mrs. Zuo for me. I won't go to see the dragon boat race or anything like that. I'm busy at home..."
Yang Ruoqing declined.
Tangyazi joined the army, and the family business and other matters fell on her shoulders alone.
Opening a restaurant is the first pot of gold.
The operation of the restaurant is now on track, and she is not willing to keep the restaurant for the rest of her life.
We have to continue to expand our business and seek more business opportunities.
In addition, it is also her duty to take care of the two families.
