Yang Huazhong said 'hmm', "Uncle Jiang is also here. The two sides have talked about it, and the matter of swearing and hitting people has been solved."
"Then Mianmian and Jiang Xianjun..."
"We can wait until Lao Wu comes back in two days to talk about the marriage. He is Mianmian's biological father, and he will make the final decision!"
After Yang Huazhong finished speaking, he also sat down at the table, picked up the colorful fabrics in the sewing dustpan and looked at them casually.
Mrs. Sun knew that he didn't want to continue talking about the topic. He couldn't understand these colorful fabrics at all!
Sun and Yang Ruoqing quietly exchanged glances, and the mother and daughter smiled tacitly.
Sun didn't ask any questions and sat down to pick up her needlework. Yang Ruoqing got up and made Yang Huazhong a bowl of tea.
"Dad, drink some tea. This is chrysanthemum tea. It can clear your mind, improve your eyesight, and reduce your anger."
Yang Huazhong took the chrysanthemum tea, held it in his hand, and smiled bitterly.
"Mother Jiang is still very arrogant. I sat there for a while and she kept talking in the kitchen."
"This woman will definitely be wronged after marrying Mianmian. Jiang Xianjun will never be able to protect her, nor dare to protect her."
Yang Huazhong was worried, blowing the two golden chrysanthemums floating on the tea bowl, and drank tea in small sips.
Sun raised her head, her face also filled with anxiety.
Yang Ruoqing came over and sat down again, "Both families are so angry. My grandma and Mother Jiang are quarreling face to face. It's impossible for Uncle Wu to marry Mianmian again."
"And Mianmian herself must have seen through Jiang Xianjun through this incident!"
Who hasn’t been through youth?
That green first love is certainly intoxicating, but the final path to love is marriage and family.
That boy has a gentle smile and an easy-going personality...
That girl has a very sweet smile...
These things alone do not dominate marriage.
The boy will eventually become a mature and steady man, shouldering the burden of the family and protecting his wife and children from being bullied.
The girl will also lose her youthfulness and become an expert in running a house, caring for her husband and raising children.
All the love, flowers, snow and moon will eventually be turned into firewood, rice, oil and salt. The original friendship between you and me before the flowers and under the moon is no match for the tacit cooperation of you fanning the big baby and me stroking the baby's back on a summer night.
The original vow of eternal love was not as secure as the family warming up around the charcoal stove on a winter night, eating dinner and watching the children playing.
A small house, a family, three meals, four seasons, the man takes charge outside and the woman takes care of the house. This is family and this is life.
Families need unity, mutual help, and love.
Family is a place without calculation. It is a place where you can feel warm and have support when you are tired, injured, lonely and depressed.
However, because of Jiang's mother, the second room of the Jiang family could no longer accommodate Mianmian.
After Mianmian gets married, not only will she not be able to maintain a beautiful family, but the green love between her and Jiang Xianjun when they were young will also be consumed by the day-to-day quarrels. By then, the price of separation will be even greater. .
If they have a common child, there will be more ties, and it will become more and more difficult for Mianmian to get out of the Jiang family's quagmire.
"Uncle Wu will be home tomorrow. Dad, tell him everything that happened during this time. Don't be afraid that he won't be able to accept it. You have to say everything that needs to be said."
Yang Huazhong's face was full of determination: "Well, I will definitely not hide it. This involves a lifetime matter."
When Yang Ruoqing returned to Luo's house, she found that Mrs. Liu had come over and was helping Wang Cuilian salt the grass carp in the basin in the backyard. The two of them were doing household chores while working.
Yang Ruoqing was a little surprised at first, but then she was relieved. The fourth aunt now handed over all the business in Wa City to He'er and Kang Xiaozi, and she went back to the village lazily.
I only occasionally go to town to 'inspect' their siblings' business and give them some advice.
During the period of living in the village, the fourth aunt had a very leisurely life. The third girl was basically doing the housework. Yang Huaming was responsible for the outside work, and she was basically the shopkeeper.
This time I came here to help pickle the fish. The fish was so fishy that she didn’t even dislike it. She must be asking someone for something!
"Ahem, is fourth aunt here?"
Yang Ruoqing deliberately prolonged her voice, standing under a holly tree not far away with her hands in front of her and looking at it with a smile.
Mrs. Liu was very excited when she saw Yang Ruoqing coming back.
Wang Cuilian also helped: "Qing'er, your fourth aunt came to see you for something. She saw that I was pickling fish and wanted to help..."
"oh!"
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
Mrs. Liu took advantage of the situation and stood up, "Qing'er, since you're back, I'm going to wash my hands to prevent the fishy smell from getting to you later."
Wang Cuilian nodded repeatedly.
Mrs. Liu has already marinated several fishes for her.
However, Yang Ruoqing rolled up her sleeves and came over, smiling and saying, "Aunt Four, you don't have to bother washing it. I'll pickle it too. Let's talk while we pickle it."
Now that the Liu family is here, the free labor must be squeezed out!
Mrs. Liu was stunned. She never expected that Yang Ruoqing's trick would be like this. In this case, she was too embarrassed to wash her hands, so she had to sit down again and continue marinating.
Turning her eyes, she saw that Wang Cuilian's expression seemed a little embarrassed, so she added: "Qing'er, it's a little hard to say what the fourth aunt will tell you later..."
Mrs. Liu deliberately turned her eyes to Wang Cuilian, her meaning was obvious.
Wang Cuilian is also a sensible person and immediately said: "Qing'er, why don't you go to the room to talk, I can marinate alone."
Yang Ruoqing glanced at them both with a smile, then nodded after thinking seriously, "How about this? Auntie, you go to the kitchen to see what we're going to eat tonight, and I'll have a chat with Fourth Aunt."
"ah?"
Ms. Liu was dumbfounded again.
Wang Cuilian was also stunned.
Yang Ruoqing urged again, even using a coquettish tone: "Auntie, I'm hungry. I want to eat spicy fish offal at night~"
The dozen or so grass carps today were caught from Blacksmith Luo’s fish pond. At this time of year, he is busy pickling salted fish and meat for the Chinese New Year.
When marinating the salted fish, these fish offal and fish roe are cooked in a large pot, and the fishy soju and ginger and spicy ingredients are put on it, not to mention how much rice is served.
When Wang Cuilian heard that Yang Ruoqing clearly wanted to eat something, she immediately became motivated.
Without any further hesitation, he quickly got up and went to the kitchen to prepare for dinner.
Mrs. Liu was dejected and had no choice but to continue salting the fish.
"Fourth Aunt, it's just the two of us now. If you have any questions, just tell me."
Yang Ruoqing asked Liu happily.
Yang Ruoqing's attitude towards free labor is still very friendly.
Mrs. Liu was not pretentious, especially since she thought she had helped the Luo family, so she went straight to the point and asked: "Qing'er, are you still planning to hire someone to scold Mother Jiang?"
Yang Ruoqing did not give a definite answer, but asked Ms. Liu: "Fourth Aunt, why are you asking this? What do you think?"
Mrs. Liu habitually wanted to slap her chest. As soon as she raised her hand, she found that her fingers were stained with fish scales, so she quickly lowered her hand and moved closer: "I want to scold Mother Jiang in person. They have taken turns to scold her these days." I'm watching closely from the side, my eloquence should not fall behind!"
