Before Tan could express his position, Lao Yangtou on the other side of the table had already pulled out the tobacco stick from his mouth and knocked hard on the table leg a few times.
"Your mother is not a concubine, so you can't teach Li the rules of being a concubine!" the old man said with an unhappy look on his face.
"When you're done asking about it, go back to your room quickly. Don't add fuel to the fire, lest the world be in chaos!" The old man began to chase people away again.
Mrs. Liu was only afraid that Mrs. Tan would chase her away, and Mrs. Liu was a bit naughty towards old Yangtou.
Why?
Because Mrs. Liu knew very well that her father-in-law was an extremely chauvinistic old man, and he chased people away. However, because of the man's face, he would never behave like a woman.
Therefore, Ms. Liu and Lao Yangtou said with a smile: "Dad, look at what you said, why did I add fuel to the fire? It was my mother who asked me to find out!"
"Besides, what I said is true. If you don't believe me, dad, you can go to the front yard and take a look. I guarantee that Li Xiuxin will still stay in the house and not go to the kitchen!"
Old Yang frowned.
How could he, an old man, always go to the door of his grandson's wife's house? If someone saw it and said something wrong, his spine would be pierced.
"You go back to your own room, this matter is over here for now." Mrs. Tan also shouted out to tell Mrs. Liu.
Mrs. Liu was surprised, "Mom, are we here yet? Isn't it thundering loudly and raindrops falling lightly!"
She thought there would be a good show this morning!
"Then what do you want? A thunderstorm for you?" Tan asked angrily, raising his voice.
Mrs. Liu quickly stood up: "Chengchengcheng, then I'm going back to my house. Dad, Mom, you guys just have a rest!"
"Crossing the river and burning the bridge..."
Ms. Liu muttered and left the east room unhappily and returned to her west room opposite.
In the east room, Mrs. Tan was sitting there thinking about this matter. Old Yangtou asked her: "What are you going to do about this matter?"
Tan said: "We definitely can't just let it go like this!"
Lao Yangtou said: "This is only the first day. If you don't give her a few more days and pay more attention, she might change it!"
Tan sneered and said: "It was like this the first day, and it will get worse from now on. If you don't believe it, let's make a bet!"
Old Yangtou said: "I'm too lazy to make these bets with you? Just tell me what you plan to do!"
Tan said: "Don't worry, let them get ready in the house first. When Yongxian comes back tonight, Liao and Li will definitely say something to Yongxian. Let's just sit and watch."
"There is a saying that there is no room for two tigers in a mountain, especially two tigresses. Let's calm down and sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. As time goes by, it will be clear who is the tigress with only the courage!"
While Lao Yangtou was discussing countermeasures with Mr. Tan, they were in the backyard kitchen of Yang Huazhong's house at the entrance of the village.
Mrs. Sun and the three sisters Yang Ruoqing had already started making dumplings, while Feng'er was playing by herself.
Seeing grandma and the others making dumplings enthusiastically, Feng'er wanted to join in the fun, but Xiaohua refused, so Feng'er screamed.
Yang Ruoqing grabbed two dumpling skins and gave them to him, "Here, let's play with them."
Xiaohua said with a distressed look on her face: "Sister, give him your dumpling wrappers. This is such a waste..."
Yang Ruoqing smiled nonchalantly and said: "It doesn't matter. As long as he plays well, it's worth more than anything else. Besides, it's a good thing for children to have such an interest in doing things. You must encourage them!"
Xiaohua smiled helplessly: "When he gets older, I'm sure my aunt will love him more than his mother will."
Yang Ruoqing likes to hear this.
"Why should I love him more? This is my biological eldest nephew, and I treasure him!" she said.
The kitchen was filled with laughter and laughter, and the dumplings made by hand amidst the laughter and laughter were not only dumplings, but also the joyful emotions and care for the family.
Eating dumplings like this not only tastes delicious, but also makes you feel happy and healthy!
Originally, I planned to make it for ten people, just the family and Lao Luo's family could eat together.
Unexpectedly, after wrapping the dumpling wrappers for ten people, there were still nearly two kilograms of stuffing left in the basin.
"Oh my God, Duoer, you are not mixing dumpling fillings. You are just chopping pig food, and you have prepared so many fillings!"
Looking at the extra stuffing, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but tease Xiao Duo.
Xiaoduo was also a little dumbfounded and said: "When I was mixing the stuffing, I was thinking that the wild mushrooms are delicious and I need to soak them more."
"Then when I was cutting green vegetables into foam, I thought that meat and wild mushrooms alone are not enough. I also need to eat more vegetables, so that I can look good."
"Then while I was making the egg liquid, I thought that Feng'er likes to eat eggs. Adding more will not only make the stuffing delicious, but also delicate, and the texture will be more moist..."
"My fingers were loosened in every place and I put too much filling. In the end, there were so many fillings. Oh my God, I'm so stupid. What can I do now?" Xiaoduo was at a loss.
Mrs. Sun said: "It's okay. At worst, these stuffings can be eaten as food later, so they won't be wasted."
Yang Ruoqing said: "Dumpling fillings only taste good when they are wrapped in dumplings. It always feels weird when you make stuffings."
Xiaohua also nodded: "I feel the same way. The last time I made steamed buns stuffed with cabbage oil and vermicelli, there were too many fillings. When cooking and eating, the flavor was not as good as hiding in the skin of the steamed buns."
Mrs. Sun smiled and said: "Since you all said so, it's easy to handle. Go scoop out two more kilograms of flour and knead it. Let's continue to wrap it up and cover it all."
"But with so many of us, we can't eat so many dumplings..." Xiaoduo said in surprise.
Sun said: "Huang Mao and Xiao Shunzi are back. Give Xiao Shunzi a bowl, one bowl for your fifth aunt's house, one bowl for your second sister-in-law's house, one bowl for your grandparents' house..."
In this way, four bowls went out, just fine.
When it was time to order lunch, the steamed dumplings came out on time.
Mrs. Sun placed a row of large open bowls on the pot table, all filled with dumplings.
"Let's send it to them first. This bowl is for your grandparents. Who will send it to the old house?" asked Sun.
Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua Xiaoduo looked at me and I looked at you. Obviously, the three of them didn't want to go to the old house.
"Drawing lots, whoever catches the shortest one will get it." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.
Mrs. Sun's head is full of black lines, and none of her three daughters like to go to the old house.
"How about drawing lots for such a small thing? I'll just make a trip." Sun said.
Yang Ruoqing said: "No, mother, you should stay and take care of Feng'er. The three of us haven't drawn lots for a long time. Drawing lots is quite fun."
Xiaoduo also geared up and said, "I also want to win or lose. Let's see who among the three of us has the worst luck."
Xiaohua pursed her lips and smiled, looking very interested.
Seeing this, Ms. Sun said nothing and looked at the three girls making trouble with a smile.
Yang Ruoqing came to the mouth of the stove, pinched a piece of thatch, broke it into three long, medium and short lengths, and held it in the palm of her hand.
The part exposed from the outside of the palm is the same, and the length is hidden inside her fist.
"The lot I made, for the sake of fairness, you two will draw first, and the remaining one will naturally be mine." Yang Ruoqing said.
Stretching out his fist: "Come on, pump it!"
