Yang Ruoqing nodded, "I still say the same thing. As a woman, it's best to keep calm about this matter and don't take the initiative to go to the man to find an explanation."
"Unless there is a premise, that is, the woman is marrying down, the man is high-ranking, or the woman has many fathers and brothers, so she can use the power to come to the door to argue, otherwise, don't go there rashly, it won't be a good thing if you can't get it, and you will also expose yourself. The idea is to make the man mistakenly think that your girl will never have a good life except for taking care of their family. As women, we must have the integrity we should have."
Ping'er listened carefully and remembered everything in her heart.
"Aunt Qing'er."
Suddenly someone called him from behind.
Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw a young man who was already as tall as her. He was wearing a double-breasted coat with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was wearing black coarse trousers with the hems rolled up to his knees. He was wearing a pair of straw sandals with his toes covered. Mud.
The young man carried a pile of firewood on his back and a basket filled with wild vegetables in his arms.
"Bingbing?"
Yang Ruoqing turned around in surprise and looked at the young man in front of her.
We haven’t seen each other for more than a year. Is Bingbing also a flying monkey? So high all of a sudden? And judging from this voice, it is changing. In two or three years, he will be a real young man!
"Bingbing, why are you back? Are you coming back for lunch?" Ping'er asked quickly.
Farming is busy at the moment, and the two of them are working early in the morning and late at night in the fields cutting rapeseeds. Originally, she was going too, but Zhou Sheng was worried about Huahua and left Ping'er at home to take care of Huahua.
When Bingbing greeted Yang Ruoqing, his eyes were full of respect from a junior to his elders.
But when Ping'er spoke to him, his eyes instantly became a little cold.
"Well, my dad sent me back to get lunch," he said.
Hearing this, Ping'er suddenly became anxious, "I'll burn it right away. It'll be quick."
Then she said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, thank you for the melon seeds and donkey-hide gelatin. I'll cook lunch for them first, and I'll talk to you another day."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded, then raised her hand to pat Bingbing's shoulder and turned to leave.
Bingbing suddenly caught up with him.
"Aunt Qing'er."
"What's wrong?"
Bingbing took out a handful of bird eggs from the basket on his shoulder and handed them over, "These are the bird eggs I picked up in the rapeseed field. Please help my aunt bring some back to the baby. She was mumbling last time that she wanted to eat bird eggs." .”
That girl wants to eat bird eggs? Why didn't you talk to me about this?
"I'll accept your kindness for my baby, but you should keep the eggs for yourself. I'll ask her father to get them for him later." Yang Ruoqing declined Bingbing's kindness with a smile and turned to leave.
The conditions of Ping'er's family are average. Now that Tian Huahua is in confinement, all the old hens are about to be killed. How can you bear to take these eggs? Let them eat by themselves!
Yang Ruoqing walked away, but Bingbing still stood there, his face a little red.
He took the eggs back and entered the yard a little gloomily.
Bingbing entered the yard and Ping'er was already busy in the kitchen.
Bingbing put the firewood in the yard and the wild vegetable basket at the door of the kitchen.
Ping'er heard the noise and poked her head out, and was very happy to see wild vegetables and firewood. "My soldiers are really capable. Are you tired? Go to the house to drink tea quickly."
Bingbing ignored Ping'er, and Ping'er knew the reason.
Originally, the relationship between the stepmother and her stepson was average, and during this period of time, Huahua was in confinement at her parents' house and ate all the old hens at home, which made Bingbing even more annoyed.
Seeing that Bingbing ignored her, Ping'er retracted her head and went to lunch for a long time.
The little girl ran out of the main room, hugged Bingbing's legs and called her brother.
Bingbing leaned over to pick up his little sister and asked in a low voice: "Did you miss your brother this morning?"
The little girl kissed Bingbing on the cheek: "I want to."
Bingbing smiled and gently scratched the little girl's nose.
The little girl took out a handful of candies from her pocket and stuffed them into Bingbing's arms: "The candies brought by Aunt Qing."
"It's aunt." Bingbing corrected, he was calling Zhou Sheng's seniority.
"It's aunt."
"Brother, I won't argue with you anymore. Come down and I'll show you something nice."
Bingbing led his little sister to the door of the kitchen, uncovered the wild vegetables and showed her the eggs inside.
There are nearly twenty eggs, small, round, with brown markings on them.
"Wow, Dandan, I like eating bird eggs." The little girl clapped her hands and cheered.
Bingbing smiled proudly, pointed to the kitchen, and said to his little sister in a low voice: "Go and ask your mother to cook."
The little sister happily ran into the kitchen, while Bingbing went into the main room to drink tea.
Hearing Huahua's cry in the west room, Bingbing's brows furrowed into a knot.
In the kitchen, Ping'er put the eggs in a pot of hot water to boil, while kneading the dough and preparing to paste rolls for the two men to satisfy their hunger at noon.
"Mom, are the eggs ripe?" The little girl stood at the mouth of the stove and pounded the stove with a fire stick. This was the third time she asked.
"Come on, come on, mom will fish it out for you."
Ping'er boiled ten of the twenty bird eggs, four for Huahua who will be in confinement later, and four for Bingbing who is growing up. The little girl is still young, so two are enough.
She smashed the remaining ten in a bowl, put some chopped green onion in it, and later fried two pickled radishes together so that they could eat them with rolls.
Ping'er quickly fished out the eggs, soaked them in cold water, and then explained to the little girl who and how many eggs there were.
"Why do my brothers and sisters have four pills, but I only have two? There's not enough to eat..." The little girl's voice was soft, a little unhappy.
Ping'er then touched her head: "Sister, you need to take more supplements when your body is damaged. Your brother has to do some strenuous work. You can play at home, just take two pills. There are also fruit candies that your Aunt Qing'er brought over. What?"
The little girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded sensibly.
Ping'er was very pleased and took the egg out of the cold water. The outside of the eggshell was no longer hot.
"Here, bring it to your brothers and sisters. You eat first. I'll have the rolls ready soon."
Ping'er posted eight papers in one breath. When she was about to post the ninth paper, there was the sound of a stool being thrown from the other side of the hall.
Ping'er's hands shook and she rushed out of the kitchen without even bothering to wipe them.
As soon as he stepped into the main room, he heard the heartbreaking cry of the little girl. The cry was mixed with panic.
Immediately, Bingbing's roar broke out: "Are you sick? I made these eggs. No one asked you to eat them. I begged you to eat them. If you don't eat them, you will pull them down and throw them? Who are you throwing them for?" Do you have the guts to try throwing one in front of me again?"
"My aunt is about to throw me down. If you can, try hitting me?"
"This is what you said, you're not asking for a beating..."
There was a noise in the house.
Ping'er pushed the door open in a panic, shouting: "Huahua, Bingbing, you must not fight..."
