"Third brother, that kid needs polishing, so just leave him alone."
"No matter how much polishing is needed, there will be no shortage of meals. Tell me where he is weeding, and I will call him."
"Third brother, don't go, listen to me."
Yang Huamei's attitude was unusually resolute. Yang Huazhong had no choice but to follow Yang Huamei.
"Then you guys sit and drink tea first. Dabai will pick up mother after a while. I have to go to the backyard to help your third sister-in-law."
"Third brother, tell my third sister-in-law, it doesn't take much trouble, just prepare two dishes for dinner. We are not outsiders."
Yang Huazhong nodded and strode back to the backyard.
In the main room, Yang Huamei sat quietly drinking tea, occasionally glancing at Hongmei's belly and her complexion.
Seeing that the eldest daughter-in-law no longer complained of pain and her face gradually returned to rosy, Yang Huamei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As for Hongmei, she sat there meekly, not going anywhere, but her eyes carefully looked at the decorations and other items in the main room.
A typical main hall of a farmer's family has an Eight Immortals table, a long coffee table, an old longevity star carrying a fairy boy holding peaches hanging on the wall, and a half-person tall blue and white porcelain vase with a few wintersweets in it.
The table was spotlessly clean, and the teacups and teapots were also a complete set of sweet white porcelain, arranged in an orderly manner, and covered with a white embroidered gauze handkerchief to block dust.
As for other items, they were inseparable from food, clothing, housing and transportation. They were not as luxurious as she imagined, but they were far more sophisticated than ordinary farmers' homes.
Although he has money, he still lives his life carefully. They are restless and like to clean up the house. They are a simple and hard-working couple who are very hospitable.
This is the label Hongmei secretly put on Yang Huazhong and Sun.
When Hongmei retracted her gaze, she suddenly glanced at the name of the person under the nave.
Da'an?
Isn't that Dabai's cousin, the number one scholar?
The man as handsome as jade flashed in Hongmei's mind, and her heart couldn't help but race.
While she was looking around, Yang Huamei was also looking at her secretly.
The muttering in Yang Huamei's heart became more intense.
An unhappy guess jumped into my mind.
Could this eldest daughter-in-law be pretending to be in pain on purpose just to stay here for lunch?
Yang Huamei was immediately angered by her guess.
Are you playing tricks in front of her and treating her as a dead person?
You were still boasting two days ago, is this going to be weird?
Yang Huamei was about to have an attack. At this moment, there were voices in the yard, but it was Dabai who came to pick up Mrs. Tan.
Yang Huamei looked over from the window, where Dabai was carefully supporting his grandma. Grandma and grandson seemed to be getting along quite happily, and even came in chatting and laughing.
Yang Huamei didn't want to ruin the good atmosphere, and she was a guest at the third brother's house, so she had to secretly glance at Hongmei, get up and go to the main room door to pick up Mrs. Tan.
Hongmei also stood up and welcomed Tan into the house with a low eyebrow but a gentle smile.
In the backyard, Yang Huazhong and Sun made a plan, and the couple immediately got busy.
Mrs. Sun took the wheat bran and spread it on the ground, cooing, no, the chickens, ducks and geese were all fooled.
Yang Huazhong caught one of the reed chickens and put the basket down.
Grabbing the clucking chicken, he turned to Mrs. Sun and said excitedly: "Did you see it? They are all accurate!"
Mrs. Sun also laughed, "You are so capable!"
"Hey, I'll kill the chicken then."
Mrs. Sun was cooking in the kitchen, and Yang Huazhong helped her.
Although he had good intentions, he really couldn't do much to help except kill chickens and help stuff firewood.
Even asking him to get onions, ginger, garlic, etc. was like a headless fly. Mrs. Sun had to answer his questions while busy cooking. To be honest, she could have fetched it herself for the time wasted.
"Hey, I'm clumsy. It would be great if Qing'er was here." Yang Huazhong himself felt embarrassed.
Mrs. Sun also smiled helplessly, "Qing'er went to the tea plantation in the mountains today. When I left in the morning, I said that I would have to help me with this meal when I come back in the afternoon."
"My daughter is pregnant, why did she go to the tea plantation in the mountains?"
Yang Huazhong asked puzzledly.
Last year, my daughter planted a tea garden halfway up the mountain and hired people to take care of it, but she couldn't go there for ten days and a half. It was just for fun and to provide tea for her family.
Mrs. Sun smiled and said, "It's Chen'er who wrote the letter. I don't know what he said. My daughter took Tang Yazi to the tea garden early in the morning."
Yang Huazhong nodded, "Then there must be something serious. Well, if she's not in front of you, then I, the clumsy one, will have to risk everything!"
Mrs. Sun corrected him gently, "You're not stupid. You helped stew the chicken just now!"
When lunch was served on the table, there was not only a whole old hen soup, but also a bowl of fried prawns in soy sauce. Mrs. Sun picked out two pieces of bacon, put them on top of the rice and steamed them with rice noodles.
Stir-fry a few more side dishes, not to mention, the table full of meat and vegetables will make you appetizing.
When I was about to use my chopsticks, there were hurried footsteps in the yard, followed by the sound of a hoe being thrown on the ground.
"Third uncle, third aunt, is dinner ready? I'm coming, I'm coming."
It turned out to be Xiao Hei.
Yang Huamei's face immediately sank.
He got up and was about to chase him, but Xiao Hei had already ran into the main room. After entering the room, his eyes were fixed on the food on the table, and he walked uncontrollably to the empty seat and started cooking.
"Who asked you to come back?" Yang Huamei asked with a dark face.
Xiao Hei said: "When it's time to eat, everyone else has gone home to eat, so I will definitely come back too!"
As he spoke, he reached out to grab the braised prawns on the plate.
Yang Huamei slapped his hand.
"Eat, eat, eat. You only think about eating. Didn't I bring you dry food and water?"
"Mom, that's not for humans to eat. Not even pigs or dogs will eat it. It's so hard that I can't bite it!"
"If you can't bite it, just soak it in water and bite it. How can farmers be so particular about it? And have you finished hoeing the grass in that field? Just run back, you lazy person who sells bad things..."
Yang Huamei patted Xiao Hei on the shoulder, scolding him while patting him.
Mrs. Sun was advising from the side.
Yang Huazhong got off his seat and hurried over to pull Xiao Hei to his side. At the same time, he scolded Yang Huamei: "Now that the children are back, you should stop beating and scolding them. At most, you can just go back to hoeing after you have eaten enough."
Then, he patted Xiao Hei on the shoulder again, "Don't blame your mother for being angry. We farmers are working outside when we are busy, and we don't even bother to go home to eat, which is a waste of time!"
"It's good if you can have solid food to eat. When my third uncle was your age, he often worked hungry."
Sun couldn't help but feel distressed when she looked at Yang Huazhong.
Mr. Tan, on the other hand, twisted his body uncomfortably with a pulled face, as if there were nails on the stool.
In the end, Yang Huamei compromised.
What else could I do? You’ve come here and you’ve eaten, so you can’t beat him to death, right?
But Yang Huamei had a very unpleasant meal.
Especially when she saw Xiao Hei sitting across from her, choking on his food, Yang Huamei felt distressed and helpless. She was both annoyed with the child's gluttony and disappointed with his laziness.
You are still looking like this at the age of 16, what will happen in the future?
On the other side, Yang Ruoqing, accompanied by Luo Fengtang, came to the tea garden in the mountains.
