After eating and drinking enough, all the troubles and dust along the way have been wiped away. From the organs to the soul, I feel unprecedentedly satisfied.
"Tangyaozi, you chat with my father, and I'll help my mother clear the dishes."
Yang Ruoqing stood up, picked up the chopsticks in front of her, and said to Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian: "Mom, aunt, you go and have a rest. I will take care of these."
Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian looked at each other and smiled, nodded slightly, Wang Cuilian said: "Okay, then we will be lazy and enjoy the happiness."
Yang Ruoqing became more and more energetic and carried the used dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen on a tray. Mrs. Sun followed behind, holding the remaining chicken soup in her hand, also smiling.
For the female relatives of wealthy families, they like to gather together to enjoy flowers, knitting, chess and piano, and then talk about themselves.
As for the women of farmers' families, the kitchen is the place where they do their daily chores.
No, Mrs. Sun was sitting at the mouth of the stove and stuffing a handful of firewood into the stove from time to time to keep the water in the pot warm.
Yang Ruoqing was wearing an apron, with her sleeves rolled up to her arms. She was washing and scrubbing with a bowl in her left hand and a loofah pouch in her right hand.
"Is the water cold?" Mrs. Sun asked from time to time.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "It's not cold, it's just warm and warm."
My mother controlled the water temperature very well. It was neither cold nor hot. It protected my hands and allowed the oil in the bowl to melt.
Even so, Mrs. Sun still threw a handful of pine feathers at the stove, and the two women continued the previous topic.
To be precise, it was Sun who spoke and Yang Ruoqing listened.
Mrs. Sun told Yang Ruoqing everything that had happened to her family over the past year.
Xiang's mother was harsh to her during her confinement period, and then Xiang's mother was framed by Xiang Sheng's aunt to hang herself. The fake act actually cost her her life.
Then when it comes to Aunt Shengnan committing suicide to pay for her life, in the end, it is inevitable that Xiaojie and Zhang Ban almost got divorced a while ago.
"I don't know why Zhang Ban got obsessed with him, and he almost made your aunt mad to death. At that time, Xiaojie was determined to get divorced. No matter what Zhang Ban said or did, Xiaojie was not going to forgive him. , Xiaojie is quite stubborn. If it were another man, if he went out to drink wine, the mother-in-law would only have two troubles, and her life would still be the same..." Mrs. Sun said.
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but sigh.
"Mom, I don't blame Xiaojie, it's because Xiaojie loves Zhang Ban that she takes Zhang Ban into her heart," she said.
"As for those men who drink wine, or hook up with other women, and then come home to have a fight with their mother-in-law and continue living their lives, to put it bluntly, there are two points,"
"What two points?" Sun asked curiously.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Either women and men have no emotional foundation. To put it bluntly, they just live together, just like they do business together. That's pretty much it."
"Either it is that women are incompetent and have to ask for money from men for food and clothing. The status between husband and wife is inherently unequal."
"In the words of our farmers, a woman cannot eat a man, but a man can eat a woman to death."
Sun seemed to understand, "Which type do Xiaojie and Zhang Ban belong to?"
Yang Ruoqing glanced at Sun: "They belong to the third type. They have a foundation of love, are husband and wife, and have equal status."
"That's why Xiaojie was so angry when Zhang Ban had an affair. She refused to forgive him. On the one hand, she was stubborn, and on the other hand, the trust between the two was broken. She couldn't find a sense of security in Zhang Ban. and a sense of solidity, I can completely understand Xiaojie’s feelings.”
Sun felt that Yang Ruoqing's previous words were particularly reasonable, and her perspective and angle of seeing things completely surprised Sun.
But the last sentence made Sun suddenly become more vigilant.
"Qing'er, what do you mean by your last words? What do you mean you can understand? Could it be that you and Tang Yazi also had such trouble?"
Yang Ruoqing raised her eyes and saw Sun's nervous look. She was stunned for a moment, and then realized that her casual words had caused associations and misunderstandings in her mother.
She took a ladle of water and washed the handle, then wiped it clean on her apron. Then she came to the mouth of the stove and squatted down in front of Mrs. Sun.
"Mom, please be at ease. Tang Yazi and I are so in love with each other. We have been husband and wife for so many years and have always been close to each other. We will never hide anything from each other."
She was afraid that her hands would get cold on Mrs. Sun's, so she supported Mrs. Sun's legs and said softly: "In the past year, although we have been living in the south and north, Tang Yazi will go to the capital to see me whenever he has time. Even if I am returning to Beijing for official duties, so I cannot delay, and I will take time to have a meal with me and say a few words."
"Mom, you don't have to worry about Tang Yazi and me, we are fine."
Yang Ruoqing hugged Sun's calf and squatted in front of her, raising her head with a satisfied smile on her face.
Mrs. Sun could tell that this smile was not a fake one, and the woman's heart dropped.
"Qing'er, you scared mom just now." Sun held Yang Ruoqing's hand hard and put it in her palm to warm it.
"Tang Yazi is a good boy. Your father and I helped you pick him. We can rest assured about his character."
"Mom, I'm just worried. As long as you live a good life, it's better than anything else."
Yang Ruoqing nodded vigorously, turned her eyes, and said with a bit of slyness, "What about mother? Are mother and father getting along well at home?"
Sun was stunned for a moment, then became happy.
"You girl, you're actually making fun of me? Your father and I have been married for decades, and this is a world of iron."
Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, burying her head in Sun's lap and acting coquettishly.
After washing the pots and dishes, Mrs. Sun said, "Let's go to the front yard to talk."
"Okay, okay." Yang Ruoqing nodded hurriedly, and when she was about to stand up, she was pulled back by Sun.
"Wait a minute, I have something else for you."
Mrs. Sun picked up the fire stick on the side and stuffed it into the stove. After a few pulls in the ashes, a black and round thing was pulled to the mouth of the stove.
Mrs. Sun picked it up, blew off the ashes on it, and peeled off two pieces of skin. Suddenly, a sweet burnt aroma overflowed.
"Here, take two bites of your favorite roasted sweet potato." Sun peeled off two pieces of sweet potato skin, revealing the sweet potato flesh inside, and brought it to Yang Ruoqing's mouth.
"It's a bit hot, please eat slowly." She warned again.
Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up when she saw the roasted sweet potatoes.
I stretched my head over and took a bite. It was so delicious that I narrowed my eyes.
"Delicious, so sweet."
Mrs. Sun smiled and said, "You have liked roasted sweet potatoes since you were a child. My mother has remembered it. When I was cooking, I simmered it in the stove. There are still two sticks in it. When the baby comes back from Zhoujia Village, I will ask her to come over to eat. "
Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded, squatting at the mouth of the stove and eating the roasted sweet potato until only a piece of skin was left, before giving up.
To be honest, she was already full and full from the lunch meal. The sweet potato was her mother's wish and she couldn't refuse it.
"We'll eat here later at night, and I'll make you your favorite glutinous rice dumplings." Mrs. Sun raised her hand and gently took away a piece of sweet potato crumbs stuck to the corner of Yang Ruoqing's mouth.
