"Sister Chang'e, I'm not bragging. Your noodle making skills rank second in every village. No one dares to rank first."
"Tsk, tsk, familiar recipe, familiar taste, I have been thinking about it for more than 40 years!"
Lao Yang raised his head, holding the bowl in one hand and giving a thumbs up to Yu's mother with the other hand.
Mother Yu's face remained as usual and she smiled lightly, "Brother Yang is so flattering to me. My craftsmanship can't be compared with Sister-in-law Tan's. You can make do with it while I go to Xingkuina's house to have a look."
Lao Yangtou nodded happily and watched Yu's mother go out of the house and go to the main room.
This woman finally lived under this roof, and he felt at ease.
Yu's mother explained to Yu Xingkui and turned around and left the house.
In the darkness, she quietly walked out of the courtyard door and went straight to the third room of the Yang family at the entrance of the village.
When she arrived at the door of Yang Huazhong's courtyard, through the gap in the courtyard door, she saw lights on in the main room inside, and faint voices could be heard.
The courage and determination she had accumulated along the way were suddenly compromised when she arrived at the door of the courtyard. She stood at the door, hesitating, hesitating...
"Who are you? Why are you standing here so late at night?"
A crisp voice suddenly sounded from behind, Yu's mother was startled, and when she turned around, she saw a tall, delicate-faced young woman standing behind her, her expression a little indifferent.
"I, I'm from Yujiacun. I want to talk to Yang Lizheng about something."
For some reason, even though she is a sixty-one-year-old woman and can be a grandmother to the young woman in front of her at this age, she feels weak and panicked in front of her.
Coming from Yujiacun?
Yang Ruoqing tilted her head slightly and looked at the old woman in front of her again. There was something familiar between her eyebrows and eyes. Could it be...
"Are you Uncle Xingkui's wife?" she asked.
Mother Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "It's me, I'm Xingkui Niang, and that girl, you are..."
Yang Ruoqing smiled, and the previous indifference instantly turned into intimacy.
"It turns out to be Grandma Yu. My name is Qing'er. I am Yang Lizheng's daughter, the one who married into the Luo family."
The one who married into the Luo family?
Qinger?
Isn't that the general's wife? It was also the young hero who risked his life and stayed in the blocked Yujia Village to treat illnesses and save people during the great plague!
Yu's mother was a little excited: "So it's Miss Qing'er? Great Bodhisattva, I saw you when there was a plague in Yujia Village, but you were only a teenager at that time, and you were still a little girl..."
Yang Ruoqing smiled more and more sweetly, "Well, it's hard for you to still remember me. By the way, didn't you say you have something to do with my father? Please come in!"
Yang Ruoqing opened the door and called for Yu's mother to come forward.
At this point, Yu's mother had no way out, so she took a deep breath and entered the yard.
In the main room, the lights were brightly lit, and there were bowls and chopsticks on the table. It was obvious that Yang Huazhong and Sun were having dinner just now.
Yang Ruoqing told Yang Huazhong and Sun about meeting Yu's mother at the entrance of the courtyard. Yang Huazhong quickly asked Yu's mother to sit down.
Mrs. Sun even asked her: "Auntie, have you had your supper? If you don't mind, we just started using chopsticks, would you like a bowl too?"
Mother Xingkui was flattered and said hurriedly: "Thank you very much. I ate it here. You guys eat first and just sit next to me for a while."
Mrs. Sun tried to persuade her a few more times, but Mother Yu insisted on not serving the food. Yang Ruoqing said, "Mom, just follow Grandma Yu. You can eat the food while it's hot first."
Mrs. Sun then returned to the table and sat down, then raised her chopsticks, but ate quickly so that she could clear away the dishes quickly.
Here, Yang Ruoqing made tea for Yu's mother and put a plate of melon seeds on the coffee table next to her. She also sat down on the chair on the other side of the coffee table to accompany her and talk about household chores.
For example, how old is the grandson at home? Is he naughty? What kind of poultry and livestock are raised at home? etc...
Yang Ruoqing didn't ask why Yu's mother was here this late at night or what she was doing here.
Because this is something that my parents will ask about later, her role now is to chat with others first, so that her parents can eat their dinner first.
Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun finished their dinner as quickly as possible. Mrs. Sun sent the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen. In the main room, Yang Huazhong took a sip of tea and started chatting with Yu's mother.
"Aunt Yu, why are you here at this late hour? If anything happens, just tell me."
Yu's mother bowed and smiled sheepishly at Yang Huazhong: "Li Zheng, if you call me aunt politely, I'll take it first."
"I came here tonight mainly because I heard during the day that Xingkui was ill and couldn't go to the field to take care of Brother Yang. Xingkui wanted me to come over and help him for a few days."
"Ah? Xingkui is sick? When did it happen? Why didn't I know?" Yang Huazhong opened his eyes in surprise.
Then he asked Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, do you know about this?"
Yang Ruoqing also shook her head with a confused expression, "I haven't heard anything about it."
Yang Huazhong turned to ask Yu's mother: "What is Xingkui's disease? What's going on with him now? Forget it, I'd better go over and see him in person. He can't even go to the ground. It might be serious..."
Seeing Yang Huazhong getting up to visit Yu Xingkui, Yu's mother quickly stood up and said, "Li Zheng, don't go. I just have a stomachache. I'm much better now after taking medicine."
"Much better? That's good. I'll go see him during the day tomorrow. I've been in town all day long for business and won't come back until evening."
Yang Huazhong explained to his mother Yu and sat back down again.
"My old man has been taken care of by Xingkui for more than half a year. He is very attentive to his food and daily life. As children, we are very relieved. We are also very grateful to brother Xingkui."
"He is sick now, and we have to trouble Auntie to come and take care of him. We are really sorry!"
Yu's mother waved her hands hurriedly, "Li Zheng, please don't say that. We are the ones who are the ones to say that we are unhappy."
"Such a good job, the wind can't blow or the rain can't get wet. To put it bluntly, it's like pie in the sky. I don't know how many people in our Yujia Village are envious of it."
"Xingkui has a stomachache and can't get out of bed. It's okay if we come here to stay for a few days. Originally, they planned to have their wife come over to take care of them, but they were worried about leaving the chickens, ducks, and pigs in the house to me, an old woman, for fear that I wouldn't be able to catch thieves at night. There’s no choice but me, an old woman, to come over.”
Yang Huazhong nodded, understanding this.
Yang Ruoqing sat aside, peeling melon seeds and eating them slowly, listening to the elders talking.
She secretly looked at Yu's mother in her heart. Judging from her outline and facial features, Yu's mother was the most beautiful old lady she had seen since traveling to this time and space.
She is over sixty years old. Although the hard farm life makes her look haggard, time seems to have a special kind of treatment for beauty.
When this old lady was young, she must have been a handsome person from every village in the world.
