Mrs. Sun smiled helplessly and picked up the large dumplings on the two steaming racks in front of her: "You continue to make them, and I will steam them in the backyard first."
Yang Ruoqing followed: "Mom, let me help you!"
"Hey, do you need help with this? No need!"
"Oh, I want to help!"
Yang Ruoqing came over, took the steam grid from Sun's hand, and strode towards the backyard.
Not to mention, the two steaming grids are a bit heavy in my hands.
With a daughter like her in the prime of life, how could she ask a fifty-year-old mother to do everything? Isn't that a new type of chewing the old?
Don't take advantage of your parents' money, but take advantage of your parents' physical strength and energy.
Chewing one's old age is two different concepts from a proper marriage and a happy marriage.
What Yang Ruoqing despises the most is people who chew on their old age.
The dumplings were brought to the backyard stove, where water was added to the large pot, the steamer was placed, and a heavy wooden lid was placed on the pot.
Mrs. Sun sat down at the mouth of the stove to light a fire.
From the corner of Yang Ruoqing's eye, she saw that there seemed to be a trace of depression remaining on Mrs. Sun's face. Obviously, this was the shadow left by the fourth aunt's "burp fart" sentence before, which had not completely dissipated.
She knew she was following the right one.
"Mom, my aunt made soba noodles for me and my uncle last night. They were served cold with sesame sauce. They were delicious!"
"Buckwheat noodles? That's a rare thing. Your aunt is so skillful that she can't stop growing buckwheat..." Mrs. Sun praised.
In the village, most people don't grow buckwheat.
Because compared with other staple foods and non-staple foods that can fill your stomach, buckwheat does not taste very good.
If you have that open space and that spare time, you might as well plant more wheat, or sweet potatoes, potatoes, soybeans, etc., which are better than growing tartary buckwheat.
Wang Cuilian planted it because she heard Yang Ruoqing talk about the various benefits of tartary buckwheat.
Sew buckwheat hulls into pillows to sleep on, which is good for the cervical spine.
"Mom, last night we were eating soba noodles for the first time in the New Year, and I accidentally broke a spoon. Oh my, it made me depressed. I felt like this was a bad sign, and I couldn't sleep for most of the night! "
"Huh? Is this still the case?"
"Yes, mother, look at my eyes, they all have dark circles, which made me feel uneasy for most of the day, because I was afraid it was a bad sign!" Yang Ruoqing deliberately lowered her face and complained to Sun.
Mrs. Sun looked serious and said, "Stop thinking nonsense. It's normal to break dishes, chopsticks and spoons. There's nothing taboo about it!"
"But last night was the first time we ate soba noodles in the new year!" Yang Ruoqing added.
Sun shook her head again: "I didn't pay so much attention the first time. Then during the first meal on the morning of New Year's Day, Fuwa accidentally dropped her chopsticks on the floor. Isn't it still fine? What if something happened? There are so many taboos, it’s too torturous, and it’s unnecessary. You should relax your mind and stop speculating, huh?”
Sun persuaded her, and when she saw Yang Ruoqing's intriguing smile, Sun realized something was wrong.
"Haha, you girl, you have been doing this for a long time, but you are trying to enlighten me in a roundabout way?"
Congratulations, Yisun's reflection arc, which can be connected to circle around Changping Village, finally realized the true intention of Yang Ruoqing's words.
After figuring it out, Mr. Sun couldn't help but laugh. The previous gloom caused by Mr. Liu's catchphrase "burp" completely disappeared.
The first pot of dumplings was steamed quickly in a relaxed atmosphere.
Sun's small bamboo basket is the kind of open basket usually used to hold cakes. It is made of white bamboo and has a very good appearance.
One by one, the huge and plump dumplings were transferred to the bamboo sticks and filled with a full basket.
Then, Mrs. Sun carried the dumplings, and Yang Ruoqing carried a pile of bowls and chopsticks behind her, and they went to the main room together.
"Come on, come on, everyone, take a break and come over to eat dumplings."
Mrs. Sun invited everyone to come over to eat dumplings. At the same time, Wang Cuilian and the others made two more steamed dumplings on the table.
Yang Ruoqing directly picked up the two steaming trays and walked to the backyard, saying, "That basket is open to you. Leave these two trays for my father and uncle to eat when they come back."
When Yang Ruoqing came back from the backyard, she found Mrs. Liu squatting on a stool in the main room, holding a bowl in her hand. She picked up a full bowl for herself and was eating loudly.
Wang Cuilian and He Lian'er were both reserved and gentle.
"My dear mother, please, fourth aunt, please stop squatting so high!"
"Hey, squatting is so hard." Ms. Liu said.
Yang Ruoqing sneered: "You are eating, not squatting."
He Lian'er also gently advised Mrs. Liu: "Fourth Aunt, you are squatting so high, you may fall down later."
Mrs. Liu waved her hands indifferently: "It's okay, it won't fall. My bottom plate is stable!"
He Lian'er had nothing to say.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and raised her finger to Mrs. Liu: "Fourth Aunt, I don't care if you throw me or not, but your crotch has threads. I can see clearly what color of trousers and underwear you are wearing. Wait." Meet my father, Uncle Xingkui, my father, and Uncle Luo when they come back..."
Before she finished speaking, Ms. Liu jumped down from the stool like a monkey, and then sat upright on the stool with her legs together.
His face also turned red, "What, Qing'er, you are so serious, what's wrong with having better eyesight? You have to take a blind look at someone's crotch!"
Yang Ruoqing was overjoyed, but she also had an innocent look on her face: "Fourth Aunt, I don't want to look at you either, it's so irritating to my eyes. But you keep squatting so high, I can't even look at you."
Mrs. Liu's face turned redder, and she raised the chopsticks in her hand and waved them a few times: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this topic anymore. Your mother will give it to your father, Yu Xingkui, your father-in-law, and your fifth aunt. Second sister-in-law is delivering dumplings..."
Yang Ruoqing:......
Mr. Sun, Baozi, can never escape the joy of giving. Fortunately, the children in the family are capable and able to afford gifts.
Otherwise, given Baozi Niang’s character, this family will be emptied out.
But now, let her do whatever she wants, as long as she is happy and satisfied.
I can afford it, I can afford it!
Soon, on the other side of the guest room, Yu Xingkui pushed Lao Yang out of the house and hurried toward the courtyard gate.
I happened to meet Sun at the gate of the hospital.
The two parties exchanged a few simple words. Sun seemed to want to do the work for Lao Yangtou, but was rejected by Lao Yangtou.
Old Yangtou told Yu Xingkui to continue on his way, leaving Sun standing at the door alone, a little confused.
Then, Ms. Sun was called in by Ms. Liu.
"Third sister-in-law, what is the old man doing in such a hurry after finishing the dumplings? Could it be that he heard the news about Mei'er's return and rushed to Lao Wang's house?"
As soon as Mrs. Liu pulled Mrs. Sun through the door, she couldn't wait to ask.
Sun shook her head: "Dad didn't eat the dumplings at all. He put the dumplings in the food box and went to his old house."
Go to the old house?
Is it for the old lady?
Ms. Liu was so shocked that her eyes flew out, bounced 360 degrees in the main room and then returned to her eyes.
"Oh my god, this old man is really... I have never seen him treat the old lady so well in my life, and now he is holding it in the palm of his hand? Oh my god, I actually envy the old lady for being pampered, am I not? crazy?"
