I don’t know what Old Yang told Yang Huaming. In short, for the next three days, Yang Huaming didn’t leave the old house again. Yang Huazhou’s family held a night dinner and invited everyone in the rooms of Old Yang’s family to come over for dinner. What he liked most was that The lively Yang Huaming didn’t even come.
As for Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou, they have also agreed in advance that no one will coax him, and he will do whatever he wants.
Facts have proved that there is a kind of person in this world who is very good at making trouble when the people around him care about their feelings.
When people around him ignored him, he became calm.
Yang Huaming is a typical example of this type.
On the twelfth day of the first lunar month, he came to Yang Huazhong specifically carrying gifts.
"Third brother, I'm here to treat you to dinner tonight. Today I'm going to the town to buy some food and wine. Everyone is going to my place to have a party tonight," he said.
"There are also Lao Wu and Yong Jin. I also said hello to them in advance. Everyone will come over at night!"
This invitation sounded very sincere.
Yang Huazhong got straight to the point: "If this dinner is a purely family gathering, I will naturally go. If it is the Hongmen Banquet you arranged and you want to do this whole thing with us, then I really won't go."
Yang Huaming quickly raised his hand and swore: "If third brother doesn't believe me, I will swear on my own son Goudan..."
Yang Huazhong quickly stopped him: "Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense, I'll just go!"
Yang Huaming specially went to Yang Ruoqing's house to invite him. It was hard to deny the hospitality. At night, everyone gathered at Yang Huaming's house and borrowed the large dining hall in the main room to eat and drink lively.
After having enough wine and food, we all sat together and chatted.
Mrs. Tan hugged Goudan, who fell asleep in her arms.
Xiaojuan came over and wanted to pick up Goudan from Tan, but was pushed away by Tan.
"I've already said that I'll take care of Goudan now, why are you messing around?" Tan said angrily.
During this period, Goudan had indeed been following Mrs. Tan, and Mrs. Liu came over to help take care of her during the day.
Mrs. Tan would not let Xiaojuan touch Goudan at all, but Xiaojuan would do all the laundry and cooking. Mrs. Tan would be responsible for teasing her, and Mrs. Liu would be responsible for feeding and watering her.
Xiaojuan looked unwilling to be pushed away by Mrs. Tan. She wanted to step forward, but was pushed away by Mrs. Liu.
"My mother is the master of the backyard of our old Yang family. Whatever my mother says, that's what happens. You are also the son of a wealthy family in Yuncheng. You have learned these rules since you were a child. Why are you still so confused?" Ms. Liu sneered. He ran against Xiaojuan.
Xiaojuan was left speechless by Mrs. Liu and turned to Yang Huaming for help.
Yang Huaming could only use his eyes to signal Xiaojuan to go out first. He himself was now a clay Buddha and could not save himself when crossing the river, because he offended everyone all over the place he went back to the Hu family.
The top priority is to seize every opportunity to repair the relationship. Otherwise, it will be really cool if the restaurant job is taken back.
"Go back, go back, Goudan is with my mother, why should you worry about your direct grandson? Go back to the house quickly!" Yang Huaming and Xiaojuan urged in low voices.
Xiaojuan had no choice but to leave the canteen, turning back one step at a time. When she left the canteen, the cold wind hit her face, and Xiaojuan's tears burst out.
You should never pinch your son in order to avoid being scolded. Qing'er caught him and the image he had built as a good wife in Lao Yang's family over the years was ruined!
After Xiaojuan left, the atmosphere in the dining hall was as good as ever.
Tan asked Yang Huazhong: "Counting the days, Xiaohua is also in labor, right? Is there any news from the capital?"
When asked about this, Yang Huazhong put down the tea bowl in his hand and replied with a serious face: "If we go according to the previously calculated date, the baby should be born during the Chinese New Year, but I haven't received a letter from the capital yet, and I don't know what it is." Condition."
Old Yang nodded and then turned his attention to Yang Ruoqing: "There's no news from Qing'er, right?"
Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Master, look at what you're asking. If I have news, I will tell my father immediately. Is it possible that I will hide it from him?"
Old Yang was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly, "As I get older, my speech is sometimes a little confusing. Please forgive me!"
Yang Ruoqing smiled and continued: "I guess the news is probably on the way, and the result may be known soon."
Yang Ruoqing really doubts whether she is a great prophet?
Because only two or three days had passed after she said these words. On the morning of the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month, she was wrapping Lantern Festivals in the kitchen when Luo Fengtang hurried in from outside with a letter in his hand. .
"Qing'er, this is a letter from the capital, written by Da'an!" Before he could fully step into the kitchen, an excited voice came into the kitchen.
"Did you get a letter from Da'an? Haha, it must be Little Peanut!"
Yang Ruoqing wiped her hands on her apron a few times and quickly came over to take the letter he handed over. When she came to the door, she found that it had not been opened yet.
"Why didn't you open it?" she asked in surprise.
Luo Fengtang said: "Let you take it apart, you like these surprises."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and blinked, "You still understand me, hehe, then I'll take it apart!"
Luo Fengtang nodded and stood next to her.
Yang Ruoqing neatly opened the letter, and there was only a thin piece of paper inside. After scanning it down at a glance, her breathing became rapid.
Although she knew that Luo Fengtang was standing behind her and must have read the contents of the letter, she couldn't help but turned around excitedly, grabbed Luo Fengtang's arm and jumped up.
"Tangyaozi, I am an aunt, and I have a nephew, hahaha!"
She was dancing with joy, and her level of excitement and joy was no less than when she gave birth to her children.
Seeing her so happy, Luo Fengtang also became happy.
"Hurry up and tell your father-in-law the good news. He has been asking me for any news every day he sees me these days."
Yang Ruoqing nodded repeatedly, took the letter and was about to run away, but when she thought that she had wrapped half of the Lantern Festival, she stopped again.
"You'd better send the letter over. It's the Lantern Festival, and I'm rushing to pack the Lantern Festival," she said.
"When you send the letter, tell my father and Xiao An by the way that we can come over at noon to eat Lantern Festival and celebrate the festival together."
When there is something joyful in my heart, it is like divine help when I do things.
She has been imagining what Da'an and Xiaohua's son looks like in her mind. She holds glutinous rice balls one after another between her fingers, plump and round. Each glutinous rice ball seems to be infected by her joy. When she puts it in the boiling water and cooks it, they rise and fall. Floating and sinking happily.
By the time dinner was served at noon, Yang Huazhong and Xiao An had already arrived. Yang Huazhong had already accepted the congratulations from Blacksmith Luo and the others, and sat there with a glowing face.
Although he is a grandfather, he looks several years younger than before.
"Here comes the glutinous rice balls!"
Yang Ruoqing brought over a large open bowl. The soup inside was clear and transparent, and the glutinous rice balls were placed on the table. They were not so much food as they were works of art, used as decorations. Flawless, so beautiful that people can’t bear to put down their chopsticks.
"I've included copper coins in these glutinous rice balls. Whoever eats them will have good luck this year!"
Yang Ruoqing picked up a spoon, smiled and winked at everyone on the table.
