Various meat and vegetable dishes and cold snacks are on display.
It not only has the exquisite beauty, taste and portion of a restaurant, but also caters to the needs of farmers.
The main dish tonight is ground pot chicken.
When the lid of the small iron pot heated slowly on the stove was opened, the aroma of chicken blended with the unique freshness of wild vegetable cake.
It makes people want to grab chopsticks.
Yang Ruoqing noticed that even when the food was served, the first thing he did was drink.
At this moment, he was the first one to grab a piece of wild vegetable cake with his chopsticks and eat it there.
Chewing big mouthfuls, eating with gusto, nodding his head again and again.
"This wild vegetable pancake is really good. Old man, I have never eaten such delicious wild vegetable pancake in my entire life."
Lao Yangtou praised it.
On the side, Wang Hongquan said with a smile: "Wild vegetable cakes are not uncommon. This is the most indispensable thing for our farmers."
"The main thing is that the wild vegetable pancake is cooked on the side of the chicken, absorbing all the flavor of the chicken!"
Lao Suntou also said: "The cake does not need to be soaked in chicken soup. It is fragrant and crispy, but it also contains the essence of chicken. It is brilliant. Who came up with this method?"
Da Sun giggled: "Who else can it be? Of course it's our Qing'er."
Everyone's praising eyes were focused on Yang Ruoqing, and Yang Ruoqing was already used to such eyes.
She smiled generously and greeted everyone: "Everyone likes to eat, so they open their bellies to eat. I put a lot of cakes on them, which is enough to eat."
Then, she took a piece of cake herself and turned around to a small round table nearby.
This small round table was specially made by Yang Huazhong for the children at home.
In his own words, there are gradually more and more children in the fourth generation of the family.
Set up a small table for the children to sit at and eat together.
Children are like this, they are unhappy when they are alone and are idle.
But it’s fun to be with my friends.
Look, Ju'er, San Yatou, Kang Xiaozi, Dabao, Mianmian, Dabai, Xiaohei, and Luo Baobao.
Among these children, Baby Luo is the youngest, only one year and two months old.
However, the little girl also sat on the pony in a serious manner, holding her own small wooden bowl in her left hand and her own small wooden spoon in her right hand.
Her bowl was empty, so she took the small wooden spoon and put it in her mouth to lick it.
There was a scarf wrapped around the neck to prevent the soup from being oily and watery, and with a pair of bright eyes, he glanced at the bowls of other brothers and sisters nearby.
Yang Ruoqing put a piece of wild vegetable cake into the small bowl in front of Luo Baobao.
Luo Fengtang came right after him.
"Qing'er, you go and eat, and I'll feed her." He said.
Yang Ruoqing raised her head and glanced at him, and just as she was about to speak, Sun came over.
"Tangyazi, you go have a drink, and Qing'er, you go have a meal. I can't eat right now, so I'll feed the baby," said Sun.
"Third Aunt, you go and eat too, and we'll feed you." Xiao Hua Xiaoduo also came over.
Yang Ruoqing looked at the few people in front of her who were giving in to each other and couldn't help but laugh.
"You guys, no one wants to feed her, just let her grab the cake and eat it by herself," she said.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Sun suddenly became anxious.
"She's still so young, how can she do it?" the woman asked.
Yang Ruoqing said: "She can grab the candied haws and eat the pastries, but why can't she grab the wild vegetable cakes?"
To prove this, Yang Ruoqing poked the piece of wild vegetable cake with chopsticks, put it in front of Luo Baobao's nose, and let her smell it.
"Come on, grab it and eat it yourself. My baby is the best." She smiled and encouraged.
Luo Baobao moved his little nose, and he was probably tempted by this unique fragrance.
Zhen Zhen put down the small wooden spoon in his hand, took the chopsticks in Yang Ruoqing's hand, opened his mouth and took a bite of the cake.
Seeing her eating while playing, Luo Fengtang couldn't help but said: "I'm worried that if she's like this, she won't be able to finish half of a meal, and she'll be hungry."
The same was true for Mrs. Sun, saying: "Not to mention being hungry, it's harder to bite the cake when it's cold. Why don't you let me feed you?"
Yang Ruoqing said: "You have to try anything. Now that she is one year and two months old, it is time to start training her to eat and drink by herself."
"When the cake is almost cold, let's change it for her."
"If she's not full, at worst, I'll give her some rice paste or something to fill her stomach before going to bed at night."
"Anyway, from now on, we have to change the feeding method appropriately. This is for her own good." She said.
"Qing'er is right."
Tuoba Xian's voice sounded from behind.
Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw that she had also arrived at the small table.
Tuoba Xian watched lovingly as Baby Luo tilted his head and ate the cake, his eyes full of joy.
"Qing'er is the baby's mother. Her love for the baby is unmatched by any of us."
"And I think her parenting philosophy is very reasonable. We dote on our granddaughter, but when it comes to parenting, we have to stand with Qing'er. We are all doing this for the good of the baby."
Hearing Tuoba Xian's words, Luo Fengtang showed all his thoughts.
He remembered when he was training the Luo Family Army. The drills were simply torture for those soldiers, especially the new recruits who had been recruited into the army.
However, the torment during training is to gain one more chance of winning for yourself when you really encounter the enemy and fight between life and death.
"Well, I also agree with Qing'er's approach. Mother-in-law, mother, let's go back to eat and let the baby learn to eat on his own."
Luo Fengtang said.
Mrs. Sun nodded, and Tuoba Xian stretched out her hand to pull Ms. Sun, "Come on, mother-in-law, let's sit down and eat together."
Here, Yang Ruoqing also urged Sister Xiaohua and Xiaoduo to go over to eat. She stood behind Luo Baobao and watched for a moment before turning back to her seat.
There is one table for men and one table for women.
Yang Ruohe, who is already thirteen years old, is already close to an adult, so she, Liu and Yang Ruolan sit together on a long stool to eat.
I saw her holding several pieces of cake in her bowl, and then stretched out her long chopsticks to pick up the chicken in the pot.
The chopsticks turned over the chicken pieces at the bottom of the pot, making a sizzling sound. Mrs. Liu sat there, holding a wild vegetable cake in her left hand and gnawing on it.
He grinned while gnawing, and his mouth made a clicking sound.
In his right hand, he holds a pair of chopsticks, sweeping all the meat dishes on the table.
The movements of mother and daughter were too large, which put Yang Ruolan in the middle in a difficult position.
Finally, he lifted up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of lettuce. Before he could put it into the bowl in front of him, Mrs. Liu knocked it down halfway.
Wanting to pick up a piece of fragrant chicken to eat, Yang Ruohe was rummaging around. The bottom of the pot was stirred as if there was a tsunami or earthquake, and all the chicken was shaking.
In the end, Yang Ruolan had no choice but to eat with the plate of peanuts placed in front of her.
A small clip.
"Ah sneeze!"
Yang Ruohe suddenly sneezed loudly and hit the table.
Not to mention that Yang Ruolan didn't dare to eat the peanuts anymore, the women on the small half of the table all paused.
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